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Patriarchy

She saw the patriarchy everywhere she looked. A tap represented the patriarchy. Its phallic form bespoke male domination. Ever since she had taken LSD and, during the trip, read feminist theory, everywhere she looked, she saw the patriarch. She looked through a filter that only let phallic things through. Her eyes espied the patriarchy in every room. As time passed, she noticed patriarchal words. She wrote a blog in which she feminised signifiers. Hedonia became Shedonia. Hero became Shero. Manacled became Womanacled. Her aim was to defeat the patriarchy. Its not clear why, but she tried to do it like this. She dreamt of a world where bees hopped from buttercup to buttercup, bluebirds chirped in lime trees and women lounged nude, supping on nectar, without the patriarchal things. Where all was soft. Where all was love.


Had a cozy vivid dream about a giant anthromorphised monad visiting me in the night. He lets me accompany him on a business trip, I sit on his shoulder and use his beard as a seatbelt. We fly onwards beyond this plane of conciousness, humming a tune i can't recall.


i need a cope figurehead to replace the godhead in my life. i have never been particularly attached to ideas of god and faith but now more than ever i understand the necessity of the belief.
fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. im an empty husk and all around shit and i need meaning and purpose, but i would never be able to convince myself that such vague and uncertain holy sanctified notions are worth pursuing.


it's a beautiful desk job
with a white computer


i hope i get to physically meet them someday, show them a good time. i want nothing more. just want to see them happy.



wish i hadn't talked at all, fakwing shit for brains stammering sperg nigger
People can tell i'm a loser lole


miss my mum :c

had a dream about him again, a rlly long, windy, fucked up one..jfc make it stop already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


cars 2 except its a reductionist fantasy about the unfathomable state of things and how they occur


chuggg


turned out to b a breddy fun time after all, things got all funny and bizzare, felt detatched from all human affairs


my drawings seem to be improving slighty (:there has been a fujoshit infestation on the server, and i watch the words scroll by without reading them or into them. feel drained.


i wanna hide in an envelope
i wanna hide in an envelope


it's as if this solitary silent strategy were your only way forward,
as if it had become your reason for being.


are you always gonna be hanging around
are you always gonna be hanging around
are you always gonna be hanging around
are you always gonna be hanging around
born stupid useless
are you always gonna be hanging around
are you always gonna be hanging around
are you always gonna be hanging around
are you always gonna be hanging around
born wasted fated


"Your recent performance has been highly unsatisfactory; it is admittedly not a heavy business season, but a season of no business at all, I assure you, Mr. Samsa, does not exist, cannot exist."