anodyne androgyne

8:30 weigh in, venue is at a closed chucky cheese type arcade, WILD vibes....

8:30 weigh in, venue is at a closed chucky cheese type arcade, WILD vibes....

poem i foubd in a book at work recently that im completely obsessed with

Dog where the fuck am I

Roland Barthes, In The Ring from Mythologies

I think being a body is fine; I even like it sometimes. I even like getting harmless but annoying bug bites; I enjoy watching my skin change and the feeling of some mild impotent venom working its way into me, effecting a temporary synthesis of the outside world with me. Maybe it's just a failure of imagination but I don't know what else I could be besides a body. I think even if I was some sort of spiritual being, the definite conceptual limits of my "idea" would be something like a body, and the instances of consideration of the relationships between me and the other ideas would be something like touch. And in any case, such a thing is really barely conceivable to me, like what I just said in the previous sentence seems to me to be senseless, just casting out an attempt at communicating with those who wish they were ideal.

Its July 10th