Live upon strengthening foods, exciting comfits, aromatic plants, meat, honey eggs and other similar viands No liqour courage, no hiding behind darkness, u mad vulnerable, basking in your filthĬooking raises your personality by almost 400%Ī foretaste of Delights a thousand times superior Said she could down a whole bottle of Black & Whiteīroad daylight sex makes your realize just how intimate an act this shit is. She mumbled to me something about dignity as we made out The sounds of belts unbuckling to assert dominance The simplicity of pizza dates gives me a meta-boner If you take the Maasai shuka, I’ll do the heavy lifting And that’s why we all feel psychologically frustrated. We are like people eating menus instead of dinners. Self love muhimuĪnd when we are not aware of ourselves except in a symbolic way, Kama sijawahi jipeleka mahali nikaspend 20k on me, siwezi fanyia dem. If I can’t sustain it, I don’t entertain it. Me personally I’m in those comfortable spaces where I can say If you don’t have a seat at the table it’s because you’re probably on the Menu Sexting with a straight face at the dinner table □> ![]() I mean, last night a waiter asked me what wine I wanted with my fish… That was my first lesson in wine pairings The year is 517 AD known as the Dark Ages and for fucking good reason The sons of Mithras performing Tauroctony It is perhaps fitting that it was a hypermodern Young Hegelians discuss the philosophies of the dayĪncestors to the Normans of York. Its gonna give you the whole fucking world for free if you just love it and hold back nothing ![]() Seen the heavens with the largest telescope of my time The lushest soundswell reaching up to the skies This is a one way streetĪ little high-strung like I wanna join a quartet You make your fortune in whatever field then retreat into the comforts of “art”. The lazy assumption that science is founded in peer-evaluated, culturally neutral exactitudes while art is an indulgence of frivolous luvvies Most proponents of eschew philosophy as navel-gazing aphorisms and platitudes, seeing the field as the decrepit grandfather of science. The critique of commodification gives way to the commodification of critique.Ĭonsumer culture solved the problem of class action This is why Nietzsche believed that all of life is a question of taste, and why Marx said the epic battles of the modern world will be fought not with lance and sword, but with dry goods. He will be down there soon with Vladimir Tretchikoff’s Green Lady.īut once past subsistence, we begin to make choices which express ourselves. Just sit back and watch those Damien Hirst prices collapse. What’s highly regarded in one generation is very often contumaciously despised by the next. The Old Masters are now depressed in price: you could buy 20 Rembrandts for the price of a single Modigliani. Sells for a fortune in exclusive galleries ![]() The roar of seething fuel turned to an echoing cosmic giggleġ0 by 14 inches of Dali Dynamite exploding with strange airness quality The sparks gliding in spirals that trail through the dark, The flames transfigured into lazy red waves, Pour wine into the fire and watch it burn drunk, The sugar, the porn, the social media-these are modern hyperstimuli targeting basic human drives but what exploit is more ancient, more pernicious-the BED! We sleep in corrupting nests of softness, weakening goose feather your body was made for TREES You cease psychologically maturing when the organization that maintains your personality stops releasing updates, condemning you to life inside a vulnerable, abandonware brainįor every psychoneurological syndrome, there is a corresponding ontological affliction:Īlice in Wonderland syndrome-your body is growing and shrinking at randomĪlien Hand syndrome-your limbs are responding to impulses from the wrong brain ![]() I’m so lazy I use my foot to press play, on the space button
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