In case my profile left your channel.
It wasn't me.
And I feel sorry.
I lost my precious memories there.
Someone hacked my profile.
And it was a weird hacker.
Who just left all the channels and groups that I was in
It wasn't me.
And I feel sorry.
I lost my precious memories there.
Someone hacked my profile.
And it was a weird hacker.
Who just left all the channels and groups that I was in
"... certainly. Algebra is the science for the lazy people: one does not work out X, but operates with it as if one knew it.
In our case X stands for the anonymous masses — the people. Politics means operating with this X without worrying about its actual nature. Making history, is to recognize history for what it stands for, in the equation."
Darkness at noon
In our case X stands for the anonymous masses — the people. Politics means operating with this X without worrying about its actual nature. Making history, is to recognize history for what it stands for, in the equation."
Darkness at noon
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If you break us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?!
And if you wrong us, shall we not take revenge?
William Shakespeare
If you tickle, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?!
And if you wrong us, shall we not take revenge?
William Shakespeare
When you see a swordman approaching you aggressively, draw your sword: Do not recite poetry to the one who is not a Poet.
Chān Buddhist classics
Chān Buddhist classics
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If you need proof, it wasn’t real. Simple as that. You don’t prove gravity, you don’t prove hunger, you don’t prove pain. They are. You feel them, they shape you, they break you. They don’t ask for permission to exist.
If you need proof that you’re alive, you’re already half-dead.
If you need proof that they loved you, they never did. Love doesn’t hand you receipts. It either suffocates you or leaves you gasping, but it sure as hell doesn’t draft a contract.
If you need proof that you were important to someone, you weren’t. You were convenient. And convenience is disposable.
If you need proof of your sanity, it’s slipping. If you need proof of your control, you’ve already lost it. If you need proof that the world is fair, then you’ve spent too long swallowing the lie.
Real things don’t scream for validation. They just are.
And if you don’t get it, well, maybe it wasn’t yours to begin with.
If you need proof that you’re alive, you’re already half-dead.
If you need proof that they loved you, they never did. Love doesn’t hand you receipts. It either suffocates you or leaves you gasping, but it sure as hell doesn’t draft a contract.
If you need proof that you were important to someone, you weren’t. You were convenient. And convenience is disposable.
If you need proof of your sanity, it’s slipping. If you need proof of your control, you’ve already lost it. If you need proof that the world is fair, then you’ve spent too long swallowing the lie.
Real things don’t scream for validation. They just are.
And if you don’t get it, well, maybe it wasn’t yours to begin with.
Archangels Don’t Kneel
They say angels don’t feel desire. That love is pure, untouched by hunger. Lies. The highest among them—the archangels—don’t kneel. They take. They devour. They burn.
Love? A word for those who fear the truth. Touch? A language older than any scripture. The body speaks in a dialect of heat and pressure, in bruises that are half worship, half war. What issex if not a prayer written in flesh, a hymn sung in silence, a ritual that forgets gods but remembers power?
If heaven exists, it is found in the moment before collapse, when neither mind nor body knows whether to beg or command.
They say angels don’t feel desire. That love is pure, untouched by hunger. Lies. The highest among them—the archangels—don’t kneel. They take. They devour. They burn.
Love? A word for those who fear the truth. Touch? A language older than any scripture. The body speaks in a dialect of heat and pressure, in bruises that are half worship, half war. What is
If heaven exists, it is found in the moment before collapse, when neither mind nor body knows whether to beg or command.
I don’t need to dress this up with fancy words or philosophical jargon. Let’s just state it plainly. Why do people commit acts of violence? Why are the police especially brutal when facing crowds protesting against the government? Why can they unleash such force, sometimes to the point of committing what would otherwise be considered crimes?
Because in the eyes of the state, it isn’t a crime.
Violence isn’t judged by morality but by who wields it. When ordinary people riot, it’s “chaos.” When the police crack down, it’s “law enforcement.” The same act that would land you in prison is rebranded as “maintaining order” when done by those in uniform. Power doesn’t justify itself with ethics—it legitimizes itself through force and control.
As Freud once put it, why does a dog lick its owndick ? Because it simply can.
Because in the eyes of the state, it isn’t a crime.
Violence isn’t judged by morality but by who wields it. When ordinary people riot, it’s “chaos.” When the police crack down, it’s “law enforcement.” The same act that would land you in prison is rebranded as “maintaining order” when done by those in uniform. Power doesn’t justify itself with ethics—it legitimizes itself through force and control.
As Freud once put it, why does a dog lick its own
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I'm not stupid, and I am not Smart as fvck, but I've somethin' that even myself can't understand what it is.
I don't have a soul, I am a soul. I just have a body.
I always want to be in love with someone, but if this person tries to put me under control, I'll just leave. I like freedom, even the love of Juliette can't hold me. But if I like you, and if it goes back as mutual feeling then you are mine. You should be just mine and that's it, there is no and. Fvck your feelings, friends and others. Be mine or just get the hell out of my life.
I don't have a soul, I am a soul. I just have a body.
I always want to be in love with someone, but if this person tries to put me under control, I'll just leave. I like freedom, even the love of Juliette can't hold me. But if I like you, and if it goes back as mutual feeling then you are mine. You should be just mine and that's it, there is no and. Fvck your feelings, friends and others. Be mine or just get the hell out of my life.