vile organism

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

I love environmental storytelling

Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people

I could not be more bored of women characters who are dangerous in a competent, sexy, luminous makeup and blow-dried hairstyle kind of way. I am so tired of all these dry-clean-only girlbosses strutting their way into stories. “Oh she’s so beautiful AND so good at martial arts and so clever and seductive” No! Get that outta here!! Give me more women who are dangerous in a real grungy way, like rusted metal with a sharp edge. Girls who make you glad you’ve had your tetanus shot. Girls who cut their own hair and get bad tattoos. Girls who are as charming as a wet feral cat. Girls who might be clever enough to Play The Game but would rather flip over the chess board and punch you in the throat. I demand more horrible unpleasant women!! Thank you.

reminded of this manifesto I wrote three years ago. Did I ever post it to this blog? It’s still all true.

becoming a reverse-gnostic where i believe in a transcendant world of muck and protons and shit. but we are fallen creatures trapped by the demiurge in the flawed world of ideas and concepts, cursed to only touch falsehoods like "sphere" or "apple" instead of the divine truth "a bunch of stuff in a big lump"

okay so the thing is that “sphere” and “apple” aren’t mere “falsehoods” they’re living memetic parasites feeding off our consciousnesses in the literal hellscape of our collective experiences and communications

It's one of them Faustian bargains. You sell your soul to the concepts for a chance of understanding the world, but in turn they forever separate you from the world. Eve and the tree of knowledge.

this is really it lads