On May 20 2021 05:49 RiKD wrote:
Would Jesus kill a cockroach?
From my readings the Buddha would not kill a cockroach.
I don't really know anything about Judaism or Islam. Apparently it is ok for zionists to commit genocide though.
I read part of the Bhagavad Gita a while ago. A wise elephant god with 4 arms is kinda krunk.
Why did the cockroach have to crawl all over my foot?
It had the whole house to crawl around in.
killing is part of the nature, you define yourself as a person inside this bag of skin, but theres billions of forms of life inside your body killing each other all the time so that you are you, you are not only the person inside the bag of skin, as one cell killing another cell in your body isn't only a cell, it's part of you, as you are part of the nature, you grew from the Earth so you are to the Earth as a cell is to your body
Zen Buddhism and Taoism say that you should follow and be in tune with the nature of the world, from my understanding they say killing a cockroach, a human being, or any other form of life is fine.
you can cure your NAFLD with ketogenic diet and fasting
there's a famous bodybuilder in my city who had NAFLD and cured in 6 months, also have a friend who was just diagnosed with NAFLD too
there's a lot of cientific backing for this and it's not coming from those Ketogenic maniacs who try to sell their diet as the perfect diet, which is not obviously, same for fasting
what the fuck $2,222 for an ultrasound? its either free here (you gotta wait few months in state care) or you pay $100 at private health care centers for that. Jesus.
anyway, at any cost, just get yourself checked. Health is the only thing that is priceless. I assume they know this too... Can't your parents help you out? Or look for a cheaper clinic
So, I went on my daily walk this morning. It was hot as fuck with only about a less than 5 knot breeze so I freed up the belly for the first time this year. I gained quite a bit of fat in 2020. Between developing bad eating habits mixed with changing to a weight gaining medication it was not pretty. I changed psychiatrists and I just recently changed to a new medication so we will see how that goes. It will be frustrating if it works and I can't afford it (new doc gave me a month's worth of samples for free). There was a time when I found negotiating fun but those days are over. Although more recently I have been so frustrated with certain things and pissed off enough to not take any shit. The thing is negotiations are never ending. I am far too lazy and apathetic to be on the ball never endingly.
Anyways, I am on the beach with my belly out. Lotsa concha linda en la playa hoy. I am walking for a bit and there is this women with an amazing tattoo covering her entire thigh and running up her hip and oblique up to her ribs. She also has an incredible shape and hair and was putting her hair into a bun with the sun illuminating it all brilliantly. I was hypnotizéd by the estétique. In a trance I could not look away. Then I looked down to the sand and went into deep thought about a song about a women putting her hair into a bun... "You know it when you see it, That good shit." ... Capital Cities – Farrah Fawcett Hair ... Yes! Then my Metal Gear Solid spidey sense went off and there was movement in my peripheral. I look up... It is her. I am confused why she almost crashed into me when it is super low tide and there is open sand everywhere. She looks at me. I look at her. The only thing I can think of to say is "What are you doing?" which I think is a stupid thing to say and I don't like bothering women not at a social venue so I just calmly walk away and never look back. L'esprit des l'escalier = The beach is kind of a grey area in regards to social venue. It is one thing to run around bothering women who are tanning with PUA routines but why did the woman with the tattoo cross paths with about a half football field of space? It could just be coincidence but I think I should have told her that I like her tattoo and see what happens.
I am hoping I can actually get into some music tech and mix some sets and see what happens. I know some djs but do not know how much that will help. The biggest thing is that I adore music but have never actually loved getting involved with technology. It is the same with making music. When I have access to my sister's music studio where everything is already set up I get lost in the music and create some fun stuff.
I would also like to apprentice with James Turrell but I don't think he does things like that.
Besides that I am pretty worthless especially to trans-national corporations. Especially to trans-national corporations because my goal is to subvert them.
At some point I will be forced to negotiate when I don't want to but must. The suicidal ideations will probably flare up wickedly. Basically, if people are telling me I have to slave away for wages at an establishment I wish to subvert. I honestly think I am too much of a coward to kill myself but if I get depressed enough it is not off the table. I am too lazy and apathetic with suicide too. There is a book that I am aware of that probably explains exactly how to do it with gas but I wonder if that is how I would do it. I recently read about Isabella Blow's death. She ended up taking parquat but it sounded like she didn't take enough. It took like 30 hours. Even if one were to go for it heavy with the parquat I still think it takes a few hours to die. I have been feelin' pretty good the last couple of weeks. The fact that the chances of me having liver cirrhosis or liver cancer are much higher than I imagined in 2020 I think has had a more intense effect on living life with authenticity than simply strolling through a cemetery.
Running out the clock, running out the clock. You may think of this in negative terms but we are all running out the clock. Rotting away. Jeff Bozos and Elon Musk are rotting away more or less just as fast as anyone else. Perhaps not if they are making large donations to SENs and other institutions but we have to sleep at some point and we have to die at some point. Maybe the best we can hope for is some measure of transcendence and some measure of peace.
I found myself listening to some music on YouTube which I don't particularly like to do but Beyoncé – Get Me Bodied came on and I hadn't heard the song and was curious if niggas was in da club getting erections grinding on fat booties. By the way, if I ever create an R&B record it will be N*ggas In Da Club Getting Erections Grinding On Fat Booties. So, the music video is swell but no one is getting bodied. There is a line about walking like Naomi Campbell and I was like does Naomi walk that fierce or something? So, I had to check and yes she does walk that fierce. Naomi looks great in clothes, has a fucking fierce walk, and she is exceptionally photogenic. Great. In this world that brings untold fortunes and access to just about anything within the realms of Earth and science. Oh, wait, she treats subordinates like dog shit and accepts blood diamonds from ex-Liberian president war criminal Charles Taylor?
There is also this nameless Saudi billionaire who as far as I can tell had $1 billion usd in a checking account at birth. Who knows how many billions he actually has. The main front seems to be that somehow his father's company controls all of the distribution for Toyota vehicles in Saudi Arabia. It just seems like insane oligarch shit and maybe I will investigate further some day but in reality it doesn't really matter and there are probably countless amounts of these stories in Saudi Arabia. What interested me was how many people have billions of dollars and good looks at 25? That is a crazy life. But, I also never understood all the right-libertarians and "anarcho"-capitalists who are all about rolling a dice for that life when the median outcome is hellacious. It's mostly people who got lucky with the roll of a die in their current existence and want to attribute everything to grit and shrewdness. Then there is the cult of prosperity gospel that gets mixed in and then there are also just unfortunate sheep who have no way of knowing any better.
I like Raf Simons. Raf Simons has a signature custom bomber jacket that sells for $50,000. I could go down to the Army Surplus store tomorrow and buy a camo bomber jacket for probably $50 and put in some extra time and effort to make some modifications that the differences would not be distinguishable from a photograph. I would bet virtually no one would care even if I had the real mccoy and walked down High Falutin Street during peak traffic hours. High fashion is alluring for me but it is such fucking bullshit. Every show is packed with furs and leathers. It is standard that anything else would be "cheap" and for the crazy, euro fashion gays that run the world to be dead is better than to be "cheap." It's always these impossibly tall and skinny models just to fuck with women everywhere. Probably even more popular these days are 6 ft.+ androgynous persons that look like fucking Final Fantasy characters. How the fuck is a median woman supposed to look like that? Well, fucking Conde Naste Traveler is more than happy to take your money and "help" with how to live the Good Life.
It's like I am sitting here watching an Alexander McQueen show to escape and it's working but then later I am feeling hopeless about vulnerable Palestinians getting desecrated and then later bombed excessively per usual. I mean we are all running the clock out. I just wish there was someway to help. I am probably the most isolated I have ever been in my life and that can't be a good thing. Yeah, sure, Marc Jacobs designing for the S/S '93 Perry Ellis show has a way of effecting my estétique sensibilité... I mean I could literally watch just about any show from any designer from any season on YouTube but is that seriously how I want to spend my time in this dimension? Do I want to doomscroll Palestinian woes for 4 hours? Or, be locked in to the doomscroll of whatever woe is the flavor of the minute? It's madness.
As much as I love the beach it's getting too fucking hot out here in these streets. I have no where to go.
Did you know the median income in the Congo is 35 euros per month?
Contemplate that for a while. Especially, if you are adamant that you would dice roll into this world no problem (no replay).
I came across a song today that brought me back to a time when I was taking care of a friend's house and 2 maine coon cats. Those cats were amazing! Super smart and kind and goofy as hell. The house was tucked into the forest and absolutely beautiful. Do you know how fun it is to feed deer and watch them all gracefully sweep in for supper around dusk? My friend lived in China for many years and had collected many wonderful sculptures and pieces. People are insane to say that the Chinese do not have a rich culture. Yeah, they may ambush you and cut in line and spit in napkins and all over the floor and shit in a hole in the ground without toilet paper and don't debone their chicken for meals and have some sort of bizzaro, dystopian version of marxism and crony-capitalism and many other things. I think the biggest thing the west doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand is shanzhai culture. I don't know if I want a shanzhai'd Starry Night (Van Gogh) but I also don't know if I could tell the difference. I think that I would surely want an open-sourced, peer reviewed iPhone that is better and cheaper than Apple's version. Many people in the west just seem to want to jump at the chance to demonize billions of people because authorities lead them there.
My friend also had some Rothko prints which is what inspired me to paint again years ago now. I remember one day I listened to an AURORA – Running with the Wolves (Pablo Nouvelle Remix) on repeat for 8 hours working on 4 paintings at a time and designing clothing. I was in the most pristine paradise for most of the day... Until I wasn't. By the end of it I was over-caffeinated, uncomfortably manic, and felt that I may be trapped in this "paradise" that had turned on me with sharp teeth.
I remember maybe the highest I've been was timing the right dosages of the right drugs for out of this world raves. These things are not what I should be grasping for. Even though I typically tolerated hangovers and lack of brain chemicals well the next day that sort of thing is just not sustainable.
I was not raised by wolves. My parents are reasonable people. My dad was always away manipulating people for money. He had a temper. He could get LOUD. I had a good education growing up. My high school was very good. My university was very good. I am medicated to the gills. I don't drink or do drugs but I am still wild as fuck and discontent.
As I was leaving the beach today I noticed a woman get out of a red convertible corvette. I was blasting Needed Me by Rihanna as loud as it would go. I would say it is a great example of an anthem for savage women. On cue, she has that walk and hears the music and we look at each other knowingly before she moves on to her business at the beach and I exit to go home. She had a Shape. She could definitely walk the runway but you don't find Shapes like that there. Not even in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. You only find that kind of Shape in strip clubs, good porn, and also occasionally in real life. I don't really know why she was wearing suede chelsea boots to the beach though.
Speaking of Rihanna... I have a weird relationship to Rihanna. Sometimes she is a muse and some times she is a fantasy. One time when I was extremely manic I thought she was in love with me. I was like, "Mane! Lemme just get one date! How the hell am I going to contact her?!" I was scrolling through pornography today and one of the male black actors had a pretty huge penis. For some reason I remembered a picture I had seen of Chris Brown where he probably had a 12'' non-erect penis hanging. I mean maybe he chubbed up before the picture but still that is a huge penis. I remember when I was in high school and I would tamper with the measuring of my penis so I could rationalize that I had a thick 7'' penis. I don't have a thick 7'' penis. What I am getting at is IF Rihanna WAS interested in a date with me which is a BIG IF could she accept my erect penis that is half the size of Chris Brown's hanging penis? I mean I would attend to her neck, her back, her pussy, and her crack with the best of them but you have to imagine over the course of a multi-year relationship Chris Brown should have gotten to know Rihanna's clitoris pretty well. Of course, he literally physically assaulted her but then they got back together so who knows. Whatever dude, I would wet my beard in that vagina any day.
Now, that it is summer time and the cars are out and about and I fell in love again with Red Hot Car by Squarepusher I have been thinking about cars. To simplify it, I think buying a 2021 Bright Red Chevy Convertible Corvette with the right sexy mods at say $88,888 is incredible value for where I live. If I had $10 million I would probably get an upgraded 2020 Rossa Corsa Ferrari F8 Spider for say $333,333. I think I would choose these cars over a Bugatti even if I had $1 billion usd. I know I am keeping this pretty simple but I do think that around $88,888 is the start of where we can actually start talking about hot cars. Everything below to a certain point are whatever cars and below that are shit cars. If I am driving down the main road to go to the beach at around 5pm the entire main road which is say 5 miles is gridlocked traffic. Basically, 100% of the cars that I see are whatever cars. Some are nicer cars that are probably going home to the gated communities and some are not as nice but there are virtually 0 shitty cars and 0 hot cars. It's funny that when I shared a look with the likely savage woman I didn't care if the guy in the corvette was her boyfriend. It was aging and the red was a shit red. It qualifies as a whatever car in my books which really barely has an advantage over my 2011 Toyota RAV4. The advantage is that with a convertible when the top comes off the tops come off and that the smell of my car is trending towards sweat, body odor, and Taco Bell. If that trend worsens unfortunately my car would find itself squarely in the shit car category which does not turn most people on.
Maybe an interesting addendum to all of this is an anecdote about my brother's car. He got a 2019 Honda Civic Si brand new. My brother-in-law works for Honda so my brother got the car for cost with zero bullshit or negotiations. This car is fucking bad ass. I remember one of RaiNKhaN's jokes that I enjoyed was that if he hit a big score in a tournament he was just going to buy a bunch of used Honda Civics and crash them in a wall or something like that. It seemed to me that Honda Civics always had a bad reputation. You get these people trying to drive the car like efficient robots so they can get to 300,000+ miles or whatever. My brother's Honda Civic is bad ass. It has comfortable seats, great speaker system, and it even has a sport mode that is not lame. It's not just not lame it's fucking fun. I don't think it can make it into the hot car category but it is possible to be a whatever car with some footnotes. I also like the Tesla Model S.
Actually, I take that back. If I had $1 billion usd I would max out a mclaren p1 gtr and take it to the limit on the track. I would also park in front of the hottest club in the city around the time of last call and just sit there whistling to myself. I've seen that strategy work with porsche 911s among other far lesser cars.
I wouldn't even convert the mclaren p1 gtr to street legal. Fuck it. Fuck you. What are they going to do give me a ticket? Fine me? The mclaren would be for when I want to get real crazy and my everyday car would be a rossa corsa laferrari. I would have sex with that car.
I don't actually think I am a textbook dry drunk but I am some version of dry drunk. I prefer this version of dry drunk to being an active member in Alcoholics Anonymous. I do want to parachute pure molly with a fun group of people and go to a rave. I do want to take edibles with my family on vacation this summer. I do want to take shrooms. I do want to smoke DMT. I would take pain pills if I was in pain. I have xanax in my medicine cabinet but it's probably expired at this point. There is no sponsor to talk to. There is no therapist to talk to. I don't know which drug might set me off. Psychiatrists have unanimously told me not to do psychedelics but I am losing patience with psychiatrists. If I completely go rogue and stop taking my medications, start drinking and doing drugs I would say the chances that I end up in the psych ward, prison, or dead are strikingly high. I could say something like, "Well, I just have to avoid shooting heroin and/or killing myself" but that is a dangerous mindset. Potentially, anything could set me off. Even a normal dose of a good edible with family and who knows what could happen?
I am almost thinking of getting a therapist again to just unload the crazy that I am carrying on my shoulders. Since getting out of the psych ward in February I have had basically no manic symptoms but it is as if my perception of reality has changed and it is never going back. I have the control of certain manic powers but they don't amplify in bad ways. By some definitions I have probably been psychotic every hour of every day but it just becomes the new normal. Nothing I am experiencing would warrant a trip to the psych ward or increased anti-psychotics. There is still a scientific method involved. All I would want out of a therapist would be to offer comfort and support. A "friend." Any clarifications that are not based in what the systems of society can do to a atomized individual should just not be brought up. In my current situation, I would have to drive 1 hour to an office and pay $30 for an hour session. I think I can go video sessions after the 1st session. I don't want to have anything to do with cognitive behavioral therapy or anything like that. No paperwork or homework. Just pretend to be my friend that we get tea together every other week or whatever.
I feel like I am getting close to a breakthrough in regards to lighting, colors, numbers, music, symbolism, archetypes, ... it's all interwoven. I feel like I need the help of James Turrell, Monet, Matisse, a genius photographer, Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, autists gifted in each field, people with different kinds of synesthesia, Da Vinci, really probably quite a lot of people. There is a lot we could do aesthetically to improve peoples' lives and honestly probably a lot of the work is already done or in progress. Think of the power of the $100 usd bill. Benjamin Franklin will never blink. That is a losing negotiation. It is an example of aesthetics gone wrong. Dark arts in the hands of the powerful.
Obviously, some poor Palestinian family in Gaza would prefer clean water, a dignified income, and not having to worry about being bombed as they are trying to get some sleep among certainly many other things but what if they had inspiring schools and libraries? What if they did not live under the gaze of a murderous panopticon? What if they could be safe in their homes and customize the estétique of their living space? I am not talking about putting bourgeois shopping centers into Gaza that the Israelis would then just bomb to rubble 1 week after the Grand Opening. Actually, some of my ideas are just not really meant for Gaza, the Congo, etc. We should probably bring up the quality of life in some of these areas before caring about customizable lighting and access to digital music and sound in a living space...
There are 2 black people that I could say ni**a or nukka or whatever (obv not hard r with entire diaphragm) and get a pass + feel comfortable. I still would never seriously say something like "What's up ni**a?" I think I can locate where it became not a big deal. I brought my friend T to my hometown and we were at the mall shopping for sunglasses. The saleswoman was this old, white, uptight, bourgeois character. She was telling my friend about all the deals and my friend started dancing and yelled, "I THINK I WILL NUKKA!!!" and she got all flustered and it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen including the awkwardness involved when he bought a couple of pairs under one of the deals and then they had to go through the banalities of the purchase after such an amazing serendipity. T also thought it was hilarious to get white people to say "the n word" and then make fun of them for saying it like a southern klan member or a tentative little square or whatever he decided to improv. Damn, man, I love T.
These days I've barely met any black people outside of sharing shitty food and bev jobs. It feels like things are just more segregated down here. If I am in my bedroom or in my car by myself listening to music I have no problem rapping, singing, or ad-libbing ni**a. I do not even think to turn my music down or stop dancing if I see black people but I will refrain from yelling ni**a if they are in the next car or walking by the car.
I never paid any attention to TikTok until the other day I was minding my own business picking up some limes for avocado toast and these 4 kids just started dancing right in the middle of produce with another kid recording it on a $1,000+ usd cellular device. This shit is insane. Charli D'amelio creates a simple dance called Renegade and now makes $5+ milly usd per year. I'm not going to rip on these kids because I had the poker gold rush and if I was their age I'd be doing the same things. Especially since I am good at dancing, good at improv/sketch comedy, etc. I am a millennial sitting here eating my avocado toast wishing I was 16.
It got me thinking though. For anyone that has seen The OA the movements seem like they are screaming out as a precursor to TikTok dances. If you put those dances to a poppy trap beat it's a mother fucking smash. $10 milly usd per year potential. I would just live in a mansion up in the mountains of Pasadena and only leave to buy the best cali weed money can buy and to go to Korea-town at odd hours to eat Korean bbq and just sit in my 12 person hot tub by myself overlooking the city and laugh at the hype house. But, seriously, I am still heart broken that they cancelled The OA. I immediately dove right into one of the best tv shows of all time which I will not reveal because I am only about 77% of the way through and I am paranoid someone will spoil it. With The OA the groundwork and setup to season 3 was pretty fucking nuts but I think they could have pulled it off. Not letting them create 5 seasons is not fun. I saw haralabob felt the same and tweeted @ britmarling that he was willing to get a gofundme or something similar going. I haven't checked for updates.
I like it raw and creampie style but I never mind wearing a condom. I have known too many women that have gotten pregnant while on birth control. If they really want my honest opinion I would tell them to kill that clump of cells while they still can. But, really, they should do whatever they think is right. And, I've never truly been in love with a woman in that situation so I don't think I know what I would actually do in that moment. Blowjob finish with swallow and keeping my penis wet and warm for a little bit is not too shabby. If a women wants to spit or doesn't like me finishing in her mouth then just don't do it. I guess then comes like shooting into her tiddies or the swell of her back but I don't actually give a shit about that. It's better than shooting off into the shower after masturbation. You know, maybe sometimes I'm really looking for a good wank but at the same time if Megan Thee Stallion was on my bed wet, flushed up, and signaling me to come hither with all of her essence I don't think I am ever declining that to instead jerk off in the shower by myself.
It feels like the expression bender I have been on recently is winding down. I feel tired. It is always possible that I am ramping up still and wake up in 4 hours miserable and manic as fuck to do it all over again...
I mostly painted for the last 2 or 3 days with walks and flower arrangements and clothing design. Pretty light on the clothing design. I am making a better version of an $80 sweatshirt for $20 + minor time/effort...
This feels like really cheap expression in comparison. I suppose it is expression. An expression that has the tendency to trap. I don't really feel like Kafka attempting to escape the nightmares of the night. I am certainly not Kafka. I don't know what I am doing...
It all started with some fucking TikTok video released by Grimes about communism and ai. I don't even really want to think about it but the only rationalization I can think of for a positive take at least in political terms is that it started a discourse. My take is that she spends too much time with Elon Musk and they are going to automate everything and might as well just send everyone to prisons and gulags. But... something happened. Grimes is wobbling all over the place with all these eye liner designs all over her face and Berserk Manga Art in the background. Something happened. I get obsessed with So Heavy I Fell Through the Earth – Art Mix and 4ÆM. I get into the Miss Anthropocene (Rave Edition). I find some Mix she made for the Cyberpunk video game. One minute I am driving home from the beach listening to Primus the next thing I know I am painting every canvas in the house for 2 days to 100% Grimes. Literally 100%. 100% Grimes, Berserk Manga, summertime in full bloom, Jean Paul Gaulthier Le Male (even though Dolce & Gabbana is a better morning summer scent and YSL La Nuit etc. is better summer night scent), anyways, blah blah blah... I am pretty sure colognes are not vegan but I bought them all a while ago when I had money and was convinced I needed to buy colognes. They have not gone bad and still smell quite nice so it's not like I am going to throw them out although I probably should have given them away to people who wear cologne ages ago...
My bills are due tomorrow that I probably can't pay. That is the frog to swallow. I am not sure if it's a big deal. If I can't pay then I don't pay. What I should have done in March was sign up for disability and negotiated selling all my stocks when Michael Burry stated his bearishness. I have been bearish on stocks in fiat for a long ass time but I am just too lazy to negotiate the situation. I have always been good at selling ideas but as far as discipline and follow-through go especially in regards to negotiations it's not so good. I am much better at kicking the can down the road...
I feel like my health provider XXXX is attempting to take care of me. I owe them $XX,XXX usd so they should be caring a lot that I don't kill myself or die of liver cancer. They seem to be attempting to take care of me by signing me up for as much stuff as possible and charging me as much as possible for that stuff...
Sometimes I know or at least I think I know but actually when I know I don't seem to think... But, when I know there is a thought and thinking. I am thinking of a thought or about a thought...
The Good Life requires thought. Contemplation. Life on life support is life but not The Good Life...
The only reason for my existence is to Fuck Up The World (unfuck the world). Anything else and I might as well kill myself. Maybe not right now because I have a good feelin' and actually risking ones' life for a cause is scary as fuck. You think I want to be gunned down in my home like Fred Hampton? Take a trip to an undisclosed location for outsourced Guantanamo Bay tactics? I think I would rather a pig empty a clip into my torso...
GOOOONS! What's a goon to a GOBLIN? What's a GOBLIN to a DoLPHiN?
I realize the answer is probably both but there is only finite time on this Earth especially for me. If I don't prioritize I might run out of time.
I read Hobbit relatively young and really liked it but then was intimidated by the Trilogy and just flat out was not very bookish in my adolescence.
The only thing I know about Dune is that David Lynch worked on a version of it for film and then apparently the suits stepped in so it is sadly probably horrible. The reason I never saw it as a Lynch fanatic are:
1 – I like to read the book first
2 – How the fuck am I going to go Eraserhead, Elephant Man, Shit movie by a guy I love? It would be heart-breaking and a waste of time.
I think that once I finish this Graeber it will be Dune or LOTR?
Moxie Marlinspike is blackberries,
Clair Boucher is raspberries,
I am blueberries,
Who is strawberries?
Byung-Chul Han would tell me to stop typing. Certainly, to stop typing so fast and so much so fast and more and more and more. I am just trying to chill a little bit and listen to a new playlist.
I started hand-sewing a garment I am creating today to learn how to do it. It will take time. I can not wait to exclaim, "It is Alive!" and wear it somewhere that it is appropriate to wear it. It is my Dr. Frankenstein's Monster.
Moxie Marlinspike says we do not have to worry about AI because automated soap dispensers are not good. I have an automated soap dispenser that is basically perfect every time....
Clair Boucher has a flair for really getting that digital kick drum to kick. Merci beaucoup muchimas gracias but I was thinking today that it does not get me high like LIVE [ enter genius drummer here] murdering. Genius drumming is 0% for me at this point but I can still get a snare to hit in my favorite software. For Burial's album Untrue he used PS2 sound effects for percussion. Justice made their first album Cross entirely in Garage Band. Their are a lot of options. Studio in my cave x lab upstairs isn't bad but I wish I had some space in my friends warehouse and also access to my sister's music studio.
On first glance, China produces the most strawberries but from further research it appears that Turkey is wild for wild strawberries and has a Love that may surpass all. I am looking for a wild male, female, enby that gorges on wild strawberries on the regular. This may be the strawberries that I am looking for. These are just initial leads. I would imagine good strawberries and good people that eat good strawberries are across the globe. Maybe a Han Chinese, Untouchable Indian, Black enby would be great for identity politics but this is not about identity politics. This • • • is • • • about • • •
You can call it fuck up the world or unfuck the world or change the world. I obviously can not accomplish anything by myself.
"There is no such thing as society."
Did you know that if The Beatles would have been on the come up under Thatcher's regime in the '80s there probably would be no such thing as The Beatles?
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