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“I want to suck :3’s cock all night while I write poetry” - Butterbabe
I love you too
hoes mad x24
"No one should ever work. Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world."
probably the best opening words ever
If it were sufficient to love, things would be too easy. The more one loves the stronger the absurd grows.
But people who don't work get depressed too
In fact without work most people would be depressed I think
I appreciate your continued presence in my life
it's not the lack of a job that makes you depressed, it's the fact that other people have jobs so you're alone. Also, you need the money. If no one HAD to work, you could basically do what you already do. No one is forcing you to stop working, if you like it so much. Say you're a chef. You cook 8 hours (or more) a day. Who's stopping you to do that exact same thing if you're unemployed? no one. But if you have a job you MUST do it every day until you're 67 (probably longer when we are due to retire) or until you die.
>When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: the people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous and surly. They are like this because they can't tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own - not of the same blood and birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine. And so none of them can hurt me. No one can implicate me in ugliness. Nor can I feel angry at my relative, or hate him. We were born to work together like feet, hands and eyes, like the two rows of teeth, upper and lower. To obstruct each other is unnatural. To feel anger at someone, to turn your back on him: these are unnatural.
>'You're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev.
>'Well, who knows, who knows,' he replied. >'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently.
>'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal!
How are you going to afford a kitchen and food to cook all day? Also why would you? No one cooks to do it. You cook to achieve status as chef and to serve others.
But my body was like a harp, and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
>How are you going to afford a kitchen and food to cook all day?
idk, that's not the point
>Also why would you? No one cooks to do it.
i know plenty of people who love to cook, it makes them happy, they like to combine and explore flavors.
Yes James
If no one worked then most things that we use for entertainment (including art) wouldn't exist because they're all made by people who work
If no one had to work the world would be a boring place
This one from The Book Thief. I still haven't finished it because im a plague on the earth
also not sure if this counts but
work that you think of is not the same work that i think of. Do you really think that people who don't have a 9-5 jobs don't do anything? i know at least 10 artists in my city who don't work. They do their art and sell it. It's not a job where they MUST come every day until they die. They can work one day 0 hours, other day 18. That's the point, there's someone who likes anything. As a matter of fact, i bet you that there's more art in this world that was not sold or monetized than the one that is. I bet that most people do art because they feel like it, feel the need to do it. Similar to that there are people who like doing everything and I mean everything. My mom cleans every fucking day around the house. No one pays her to do it and we'd all live if she didn't. She does it out of either love or the fact that mess annoys her. Either way, everything would still exist.
You look for substantial love that will go far, but first you need to know where the girls are - ovid
So try her when she’s rival wounded,
Watch her sob
then see she gets her revenge
Make it your job
Ovid is funny
It’s all right using force, girls like it
Often they will want to yield what they won’t give away
Some women take delight in brute assaults
They act as if it’s a quite of coo to be attacked”
So yes it’s true she had been conquered by brute force
But that’s what she had been wishing for of course”
“We are gods with anuses.”
― Ernest Becker
WOOOOF
We a love living in
getting paid ‘19
When Princess Marya began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father. With a great effort he tried to return to life and to see things from their point of view.
“Yes, to them it must seem sad!” he thought. “But how simple it is."
“The fowls of the air sow not, neither do they reap, yet your Father feedeth them,” he said to himself and wished to say to Princess Marya; “but no, they will take it their own way, they won’t understand! They can’t understand that all those feelings they prize so—all our feelings, all those ideas that seem so important to us, are unnecessary. We cannot understand one another,” and he remained silent.
“Uh, pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga
Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spiel nigga
Smokin' on Keysh, Cole, gimme me chills nigga” - Lil Wayne
>It’s all right using force, girls like it
>Often they will want to yield what they won’t give away
>Some women take delight in brute assaults
You guys know what he's talking about, right? He's not talking about rape. He's talking about being assertive. Don't being afraid of touch. Put your hands ON her parts. Grab her. Get it?
PS: Is this from Ars Amatoria?
He does go into the story Achilles raping and praise it. He’s obviously parodying
>Verily, Allah has prescribed excellence in everything. If you have to kill, then kill in the best manner. If you slaughter, then slaughter in the best manner. Let one of you sharpen his knife so his animal feels no pain.
-Sahih Muslim: 1955
>and just when you thought death will never come
>I knock on your door
His horns were small, to be sure, but you would wager they were handmade and more gleaming then pearls. His four head offered no threat, his eyes nothing to fear, his face promised peace
>We don't rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training.
- Archilocus
Why did we let neets read Nietzsche?
"Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking Oromë himself was come; for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband's gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came." -The Silmarillion
“Search for a discipline within freedom! Don't let yourelf be governed by formulae drawn from decadent philosophies: they are for the feeble-minded. Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind...” Debussy
Behold the beast, for which I have turned back;
Do thou protect me from her, famous Sage,
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble."
"Thee it behoves to take another road,"
Responded he, when he beheld me weeping,
"If from this savage place thou wouldst escape;
Because this beast, at which thou criest out,
Suffers not any one to pass her way,
But so doth harass him, that she destroys him;
And has a nature so malign and ruthless,
That never doth she glut her greedy will,
And after food is hungrier than before.
Many the animals with whom she weds,
And more they shall be still, until the Greyhound
Comes, who shall make her perish in her pain.
He shall not feed on either earth or pelf,
But upon wisdom, and on love and virtue;
'Twixt Feltro and Feltro shall his nation be;
we must cultivate our garden
this
Unless it can be proven to me — to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction — that in the infinite run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl-child named Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven (and if it can, then life is a joke), I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.”
Muhammad takes pig dick in his ass and does ass to mouth with the veiny pork cock
>rhyming translations of Ovid
>reading the Ars but missing the irony
What the fuck happened to classical education? This is what happens when you tell people to start with le greeks but they have no intellectual drive or curiosity on their own
Wow this is really good.
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.
what a great little poem. thanks for sharing, user
Being a cook and a chef is different though. A functioning kitchen, a team, based in serving others and gaining status/wealth is very important to being a chef. Plenty, including myself, enjoy just cooking at home though.
"You take darkness and make light come out of it, turn evil to good" -alex jones
NIGGERS could be here.
E. Cioran:
"Earth, heaven are the walls of your cell, and in the air no breath disturbs, only the absense of orisons prevails."
"When I get mad I put it down on a pad, give you something that you never had." -Chuck D
"Man is poised midway between the gods and the beasts." -Plotinus
We'll make diamonds from their ashes.
pequeño bote flota tus besos volando nube soñando para siempre
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same Door as in I went.
With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd---
"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."
The wheel of fate appears rigged to those who continually land unlucky spins.
Come, my darling, let us dance
To the moon that beckons us
To dissolve our love in trance
Heedless of the hideous
Heat & hate of Sirius-
Shun his baneful brilliance!
Let us dance beneath the palm
Moving in the moonlight, frond
Wooing frond above the calm
Of the ocean diamond
Sparkling to the sky beyond
The enchantment of our psalm.
Let us dance, my mirror of
Perfect passion won to peace,
Let us dance, my treasure trove,
On the marble terraces
Carven in pallid embroeideries
For the vestal veil of Love.
Heaven awakes to encompass us,
Hell awakes its jubilance
In our hearts mysterious
Marriage of the azure expanse,
With the scarlet brilliance
Of the Moon with Sirius.
Velvet swatches our lissome limbs
Languid lapped by sky & sea
Soul through sense & spirit swims
Through the pregnant porphyry
Dome of lapiz-lazuli:-
Heart of silence, hush our hymns.
Come my darling; let us dance
Through the golden galaxies
Rythmic swell of circumstance
Beaming passion’s argosies:
Ecstacy entwined with ease,
Terrene joy transcending trance!
Thou my scarlet concubine
Draining heart’s blood to the lees
To empurple those divine
Lips with living luxuries
Life importunate to appease
Drought insatiable of wine!
Tunis in the tremendous trance
Rests from day’s incestuous
Traffic with the radiance
Of her sire-& over us
Gleams the intoxicating glance
Of the Moon & Sirius.
Take the ardour of my impearled
Essence that my shoulders seek
To intensify the curled
Candour of the eyes oblique,
Eyes that see the seraphic sleek
Lust bewitch the wanton world.
Come, my love, my dove, & pour
From thy cup the serpent wine
Brimmed & breathless -secret store
Of my crimson concubine
Surfeit spirit in the shrine-
Devil -Godess -Virgin -Whore.
Afric sands ensorcel us,
Afric seas & skies entrance
Velvet, lewd & luminous
Night surveys our soul askance!
Come my love, & let us dance
To the Moon and Sirius!
My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet.
Bonjour. Je m’appele Lion. Je suis optimiste. Le pantalon bleau. Je adore cinema. Au Revoir
>I only joined the war to affirm my love of life
>No one cooks to do it
Proof? Because I often cook new things for myself alone to try, or sometimes just to practice a new recipe.
"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free." Goethe
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
William Blake
>In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him and without him was not any thing made that was made. in him was life and the life was the light of men And the light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not
say what you want about religion but the bible is kino
Based
“Clearly at some point we were all of an animal nature, and at some point we weren’t. He viewed proto-shamanism as a kind of original attempt, through ritual, to rekindle a connection that had been irrevocably lost. So he saw cave art not as hunting magic but as postcards of nostalgia.”
this whole scene