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Gnomes, according to late medieval swiss occultist and doctor Paracelsus, are actually elemental spirits that inhabit and administer all solids. If something is solid, it's because of gnomes.
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GET YOUR BODY OUT OF SURVIVAL MODE SO YOU CAN CREATE FROM YOUR HEART
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me after achilles kills hector: yaaaas drag him 👏👏
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me after achilles kills hector: yaaaas drag him 👏👏
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over and over and over it continues to be proven that we underestimate the immense power of artifice itself to enact “real” violence. not simply a means to an end or a masking but the operative force that acts and reacts, consumes and destroys, builds and falls.
the spectacle continues to replace the real because it is not just “better than real” or “preferable to real”, it is *more real* than the real. it’s not empty, it is too full, spilling over with content.
it is important to remember that reality is a principle, a schema, and a model. reality is now insofar as it conforms to the model. economic models, scientific models, political science, sociology: these are the undergirding matrices and constituent elements of the reality principle.
once you forget this, it’s over.
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just saw a piece of graffiti on a dumpster that just said “lamb sucks”
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The best part of the rise of the new AI bubble is that it is resurrecting the timecube-level batshit internet conspiracy gurus back into the limelight:

People always did performance art, sure, but the fire was gone, there were no windmills worth roleplaying a tilt at. Now though, is this real? Fake? Ironic? You don't need to know! Weird internet is back baby.
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Storyboards by Louise Zingarelli for Ralph Bakshi’s COOL WORLD (1992).
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Peter Minshall, The Adoration of Hiroshima, 1985.
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Black concentric pyramids
one falls another erects itself more
prominently
Falling glass elides contact with
the matte surfaces
glinting with the twinkle that lives
in saw tooth waves
Time elapsed: Five eye-blinks
Confused, I fold and unfold just as
suddenly.
sidelong spiral gliding through and
past kin and likewise beings.
Didn't realize the velocity of my
path. kin and likewise beings crowd
behind me as my features compress
into a flattened caricature.
A dry crash.
Glinting like saw tooth waves, that
surface, now surfaces.
Eliding contact with black pyramid pistons.
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1980 | Suburban Lawns - Janitor | New Wave Theatre
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Photograph of Guardian Spirit of the Waters, 1878, Odilon Redon
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