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women don't want me, fish don't fear me. I pass through life like a smooth stone, making no impression on the thin parchment that is fate.
Laments, by Jenny Holzer, published by Dia Art Foundation. Designed with Jill Korostoff.
[image text (in all caps): I have a hot hole that was put in me. I can live with it. People made it and use it to get to me. I can hurt it too but usually I put my thinking there for excitement. When my mind is right I can say what no one wants to hear. I brag about knowing better, but the last kind part of me raves because I will not be the only dead one. I keep the hole open.]
Jenny Holzer, Laments: The Knife Cut Runs As Long…, 1988-9.
The knife cut runs as long as it wants. It is through my stomach. I keep looking at it. I have more colors than I would have thought. The hole is large enough for my head. The hole was big enough for their hands to move freely. They put their fingers in because they should not and because they do not get the chance every day.
finishing up all my work and realizing im a great procrastinator bc why's everything been lying around LMAO ...

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you can’t even move to a brand new city and teach yourself how to die in this economy
wdym i have to keep going
Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil
Okay, if you are tired then you won't be able to read. There I say it. No one else want to say it. It is strange. If you are tired, if you cannot finish a book that's a given. That's why you need to read...at work. You need to steal your reading time from your employers.
amidst my self imposed despair, there is mango milkshake <3

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Guy who’s not gonna make it voice: it’s gonna be so awesome when I finally get what I want
Robert Desnos
Translated by Paul Auster in Collected Poems (Overlook, 2004)
In the erotic encounter, the fact that we enter into a relationship with one another as we are—exposed, vulnerable, with all of our weaknesses—becomes itself the leitmotif. And this is why the erotic encounter makes clear what it means to be alive. Octavio Paz writes: "Love does not defeat death; it is a wager against time and its accidents. Through love we catch a glimpse, in this life, of the other life. Not of eternal life, but [. . .] of pure vitality. [. . .] The time of love is neither great not small; it is the perception of all times, of all lives, in a single instant. It does not free us from death but makes us see it face to face. [. . .] It is not the return to the waters of origin but the attainment of a state that reconciles us to our having been driven out of paradise."
Andreas Weber, Matter & Desire: An Erotic Ecology, trans. Rory Bradley
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Passers-by walk on the streets of Beijing, where Mao Zedong's poem "Snow" (沁园春 · 雪) has been written on a wall, 1973.
Photo by John Bulmer.

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Day 32
[image description: fanart of makima from chainsaw man, smiling as she drives a car. she says, "denji, have you ever thought about how fast cars can go? it's not just about speed though, is it? what good is all that horsepower if you can't steer it? a car needs a driver who knows when to step on the gas and when to hit the brakes, someone who can handle the turns and keep the vehicle on track." end description.]