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your direct access to reality, a reality as it truly exists, is filtered through the screen of you and, as such, that sensation of 'direct access' is a fiction in which you must first assume before you access anything. that image of the world, more than likely the evil of the world, is you — it's uncanniness is a byproduct of a scission, a process of a rational mind, in which you assume the role of good. the eye of evil is the eye which sees evil everywhere. the 'rational good,' being incapable of criticism, is indeed an inward folding, a asphyxiating sphere in which one autonomously enfolds forever, always positing itself as the solution to what is, in essence, the problem that is itself. one cannot think ones way out of thought. the problem with capitalism is not that its a death cult, its that it isnt capitalist enough. one does not research, one knows. and it is only when i believe myself to be the most 'good' and indeed the most 'spiritual' that i am able to do the most wicked things.

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The Harmsworthian journalist ['yellow journalists'] begins with a worship of success and violence, and ends in sheer timidity and mediocrity. But he is not alone in this, nor does he come by this fate merely because he happens personally to be stupid.

Every man, however brave, who begins by worshiping violence, must end in mere timidity. Every man, however wise, who begins by worshiping success, must end in mere mediocrity. This strange and paradoxical fate is involved, not in the individual but in the philosophy, in the point of view. It is not the folly of the man which brings about this necessary fall; it is his wisdom.

The worship of success is the only one out of all possible worships of which this is true, that its followers are foredoomed to become slaves and cowards. A man may be a hero for the sake of Mrs. Gallup's ciphers [Shakespearean ciphers thought to reveal the identity/intentions of Shakespeare] or for the sake of human sacrifice, but not for the sake of success. For obviously a man may choose to fail because he loves Mrs. Gallup or human sacrifice; but he cannot choose to fail because he loves success.

When the test of triumph is men's test of everything, they never endure long enough to triumph at all. As long as matters are really hopeful, hope is a mere flattery or platitude; it is only when everything is hopeless that hope begins to be a strength at all. Like all the Christian virtues, it is unreasonable as it is indispensable.

Heretics GK Chesterton

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there are two types of knowing truth and knowledge knowledge is blind and each brick blinds us further to truth but, riding this scream, we all proclaim progress although we could not define it truth has eyes but is empty empty of knowledge and resides in the body and cannot be ridden, only experienced cannot be explained, only insinuated anxiety or melancholy

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it is the city that screams

look inside yourself

the forest could give a shit

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there is no truth

in proximity

you are always the same distance

from what it actually is

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authenticity as sensation

authenticity as jouissance

is not meaning but enjoyment

science screaming into

some sort of dialectic both which

bloodthirsty, demand the truth

authenticity's mask of meaning

contains a secret enjoyment and

because of this is non-authentic

because of this has ulterior motives

and its end goal is a cold,

sterile, repetition. sorta like

the iphone

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people in new york city

dont want friends dont

want lovers they want

students

people in new york city

not only won't fuck you until

they've been allowed a minute

to autistically respond to something

you said with

some thing they read online

but you have to assume this role

they give you and speak for this

other position and if you refuse

you're the weird one

who isn't getting fucked

and getting fucked

is great

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modernism and other undefinables

modernism danced delicately around the violent and inert death we know in private - in public the conversations must have been intense

postmodernism wants to be seen as diving right in, to that violent and inert death, a private intensity and public truth

the one creating the maze is much smarter than we thought he would be, but we swear we can find a way out (on our own)

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maybe

the joke, the laugh, at the end of most of these weirdly broken up non-sentences is the suture that keeps the idiocy open feel free to join me fucking nerd

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the terror inherent in networked systems at their inception is what leaves them so utterly blind. its just at this point there's nothing they are blind to—they destroyed it, creating little critique machines that whine to each other while reassembling themselves to better fit into the imagined world their critique entailed. molecular nodal processes destroyed the 'is' in favor of the 'ought' which is why they're so horny all the time.

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philosophy is great for acting

like you're thinking of

a ton of shit like

i can go

'the tone of this work is not happy ...'

then just wait n its like

im sifting through all possible

emotional states a work has or could

ever produce in a human

beside happy, but im not.

i was gonna say 'sad' the whole time

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the enjoyment inherent

to networked systems

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web3.0

dont you ever doubt that i wont in one way or another add a jokey-twist ending to these words

you fucking nerd

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thomas mann

there's too much going on in mann in magic mountain, death in venice its like hes trying to say everything all at once and its fucking dumb

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please

i wanna kiss you on one of your buttcheeks

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craigslist

i need someone who will talk the whole time because i want to act like i dont want to

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sandals

she could say whatever horrible shit she wanted to me because she had nice skin and her feet looked good in those weird sandals and i had never seen that before but when she started saying horrible shit when i tried saying horrible shit i didn't care about her feet anymore