You like riddles, Fedi?
It's windy. A group of three friends out in the street, one walking forwards, two walking backwards. Why?
You can reply with yes/no questions or possible solutions, I might reply "irrelevant" to keep you on track.
Okay we've all had a great time and learned a lot about ourselves, now back to what's important: turning this book-sized stack of paper into something vaguely novel-shaped
The first night I ever spent with the love of my life I spent like an hour talking about Deleuze and Guattari and to be honest she should have known right then and there that I am a horribly damaged man
The only capital I have is plenty of social capital so I really can't afford being on anyone's shit list in this city 👽
Man, you'd think "the bartender is my boyfriend" is the kind of thing you'd let someone know before trying to make out with them in front of everyone in the bar, but maybe I'm just some kind of fossil from a more boring, old-fashioned age
I'm glad my instincts kicked in last minute and told me something's off here, otherwise I'd be in deep shit
In fact, a lot of my writing from ten years ago is better than anything I'm producing these days.
Man, writing a novel in a language you barely get to speak anymore is HARD.
Typewriters were never rendered obsolete, this shit is why people don't use them anymore (except for this idiot)
I'm going where my body leads me
I can fend for myself
With what looks I have left
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the chanting will continue until morale improves
No I said I use a moksha pot
get down, get oppressed
I always mishear that line in Lucretia My Reflection "Get pretty, but you and me..." as "Get rid of you and me", which I suppose is a good description of the concept of Eros.
House Republican, but as in house spider or house cat
I've got objectively too many bones laying around here. I ought to clean up my bone collection. And my act.
tl;dr: I might be looking like the drugs just kicked in, but I'm actually stone cold sober.
The combination of this and detox is really doing a number on my body right now. After today's class, I looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of water at me.
I cannot overstate how much this has done for me in conjunction with bathing in single-digit temperatures. Being able to access the bliss state regardless of the contents of my mind. "There is a sensation, it has the quality of cold."
What I mean when I say "the pain is the point" is that the magic of physical yoga is that it teaches you how to remain in a blissful flow state while experiencing a significant amount of pain.
Ah yes, the, uh, study of the origin of insects
