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I kind of want to make pound cake, when I get the ingredients… I wonder what would happen if I mixed in mini marshmallows into the batter. I bet it’d be delicious.

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@identityranny

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You're obsessed with the rotting bloated corpse. It's like your Jungkook. Embarassing!

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The converse possibility is that my hollowness and uncertainty is merely a yet-to-metastasize messianic paranoia.

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Is this why I crusade against posturers, grandstanders, pundits, puritans?

Is my anger an attempt at constructing boundaries between myself and others, narrowing down the list of others I could find myself absorbed into? Is this the function of conviction, of party, of camaraderie?

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Is my anger an attempt at constructing boundaries between myself and others, narrowing down the list of others I could find myself absorbed into? Is this the function of conviction, of party, of camaraderie?

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If I wanted to get psychoanalytic about my sense of emptiness and absorption into others, I guess it probably has something to do with being in a household with loving parents and an extremely unstable, often abusive older brother. The world of our house more or less was separated into a binary: when my parents were home, and when they were not. And these latter times, inevitably, were hard. My brother would yell and insult us, force us to play weird games. Sometimes he enjoyed restraining us -- I remember him duct-taping my mouth, once, and locking my sister in the closet. Every now and then, he'd hit us. It's a weird situation because he was also a kid, so any temptation to relieve myself with "well, he should have known better, he was an adult and you were a kid" doesn't work. I became fused to my mother over time, because I felt like if I absorbed myself into her I'd be safe, that there wouldn't be these painful absences. To this day I feel like a disfigured clone of her.

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I'm allowed to freak the fuck out on my blog. I am allowed to whatever I want.

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I honestly hate the fact I don't have real convictions, opinions, values, goals. I sometimes think I do, but it is an illusion, an illusion which I pare back time to time only to reveal a hollowness at my center, and so I inevitably find myself scrambling to preserve the illusion. And so the cycle continues. Strength, certainty, conviction -- these aren't real things for me (and if I'm lucky, they're not real for anyone else either), they're the set dressing for a series of roles and positions.

Even my thoughts are more or less consigned to the imaginary: they're consisted mostly of hypothetical essays, conversations, interviews and rehearsals. As I type this, I don't know what I'm feeling or if I'm feeling anything. I spent my whole life in a state of defining myself around other people, around the words and labels and images they provided me with. I exist only at the surface. My status as semiotic puppet is one I am disturbingly aware of only half the time.

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There has to be something I’m missing with Weird Al. Seems like a nice guy, and I know people who like his music and I’m glad they enjoy it. But I don’t think I’ve ever been amused by anything he’s written.

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Shout-out to Mike Bidlo for a perfect example of this kind of thing.

The thing that's amusing about the debates you see in online art circles about ownership and copyright is that it's more or less exclusively consigned to the sphere of fan artists and commercial illustrators. The fine arts world, except for its more conservative stranges, by and large celebrates eppropriation, plagarism and remix. Meticulously copying pre-existing images is one of the most common tropes you see in 20th century conceptualism and pop art.

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The thing that's amusing about the debates you see in online art circles about ownership and copyright is that it's more or less exclusively consigned to the sphere of fan artists and commercial illustrators. The fine arts world, except for its more conservative stranges, by and large celebrates eppropriation, plagarism and remix. Meticulously copying pre-existing images is one of the most common tropes you see in 20th century conceptualism and pop art.

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dan favouriting Obamas tweet doesnt mean that he is gay it means he supports gay marriage

don’t make everything about phan

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Tony Zaret is the most hit-or-miss blogger on this site.