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Real life for u all

Dream where my parents force me to sell my shoes on a busy intersection in st kilda a la hobos who offer to clean your windshield for change, and the windshield cleaning guy normally works that corner gives me permission to peddle my goods on his turf only exception Being that he has to sell them himself I can only watch, then he goes to cars and sells the shoes individually not as pairs and he refuses to give me any money and won’t tell me how much he charges people, he just keeps saying that the sale wasn’t enough to cover his fee so he keeps the profit

But love has turned the world into a sewer

in the absence of love perpetual motion became a central virtue. When the people were finished ripping up all the stories they bothered not read, hubristic ignorance became the de facto mode. The dead don’t die, the young aren’t born. Postmordial soup, hyperactivity re-merges waters and skies. The stillness that once allowed for sedimentary differentiation is all but gone.

What is a cuss word really

Scuttle

Keep oscillating between striking heel first and ball of foot first when I walk and I can’t figure out which i like better and the way research is futile because the discourse is trapped in its own microcosmic culture war the internet is dead

The world as a binary conjuring machine

Privacy is sacred but not in the way you think

Militancy as a cultural strategy works, but at what cost

Could a diva rise through the ashes and usher in the new age already