#black.txt

[autistic-blue-oak]

tbh pokespe like. as a whole is so incredibly disappointing to me. like you'd think a manga series based off of the pokemon games would be cool as shit but then you read pokespe and half of the time the writing is just utterly terrible

[snowyhatss]

Taglist!

Personal // Kygrumbles.txt

S.Marsh // Stan Marsh.txt — Stan Marsh Tag

K.McCormick // Kenny McCormick.txt — Kenny McCormick Tag

E.Cartman // Eric Cartman.txt — Eric Cartman Tag

L.Stotch // Leopold Stotch.txt — Leopold ‘Butters’ Stotch Tag

C.Tucker // Craig Tucker.txt — Craig Tucker Tag

T.Tweak // Tweek Tweak.txt — Tweek Tweak Tag

C.Donovan // Clyde Donovan.txt — Clyde Donovan Tag

T.Black // Tolkien Black.txt — Tolkien Black Tag

J.Valmer // Jimmy Valmer.txt — Jimmy Valmer Tag

TBC.

[kakarotblack]

Do u like mortals and have kids did u betray zamasu

Fan manga who wish you back

you ask a lot of peculiar questions

[tvs-archive]

what if i assigned clouds to my new mutuals

[ask-thompson-and-black]

But... Can we?

I would prefer if you didn’t.

[vj-army]

wabutan

replied to your

post

:

“Hm… A murder of crows…?” [Glances @ Black]...

Yeah it actually is, also I misread as a murder of cows

“I think you might be talking about Chain there~”

[cloakandfang]

goddammit now here i am kinfirming Black Lion this is outstanding

[black-txt-blog]

black.text 001 Zombie Communication

bleak.text blank.text black.text 001 Zombie Communication blacktxt001.txt

The zombie hordes - a trope that has saturated contemporary society - is so often conceived as a social metaphor. The zombie apocalypse - the event wherein everyone else turns into a vicious threat to your saftey. Neighbors become monsters animated by a mindless need to destroy your living essence.

Isn't that what will happen when society collapses? You're ready to survive but all the sheep out there, everyone else? They've got nothing on their side to help them. They're all weak, they'll succumb in moments, and when managing their needs become too great a burden they're going to mindlessly come for you and your resources, en masse. It'll be kill or be killed and if you don't do what you have to they'll turn you into one of them. They'll reduce you to another mindlessly shambling, reaching, biting, zombie.

That's the idea held by a paranoid and hysterical society: the zombie is a metaphor of the social subject. Such a metaphor can only take root in a society of atomized masses silently watching screens in solitude. It forms from endless consuming the idea that everyone else is a depraved maniac after their stuff.

On a symbolic level the zombie can be taken another way and that's to concieve of those silent watchers of zombies as zombies. Another way to put this is that in your constant and endless consumption of communication media you are the zombie. The zombies aren't everyone other than you, they are you, and also they are everyone else.

There you are sitting inert, deactivated, clicking through links; the circuits of communication that drag you along your shambling path until you encounter stimuli that activates your need and you're only will - a will to attack. You're scrolling down your Facebook, for example, and you cross an image that seems to have come from nowhere of a kitten in the basket of a woman riding a bicycle. The image awakens your one need, to respond - its cute and you comment back four hearts - its reckless and you comment back four angry faces. Either way a stimuli entered the space before your typically dormant sensory apparatus thus activating your zombie instinct that compells you to mindlessly respond. You just acted out zombie communication.

The zombie we've all watched is an animate dead body without a mind. It automatically acts violently to satiate a compulsion for still-living flesh. You're a zombie without a mind OR a body, just eyes. Staring eyes, staring towards a screen that's inches away. Your zombie eyes are produced and activated by the operations of the electronic display. As you drift through links you sometimes feel it, the sense that you need to attack, to satiate a visceral hunger, a hunger that does not sustain life but rather spreads death. You write a comment, you respond to an article, you tweet a reply or perform some other wasted communicative action in the mistaken hopes that your deadend mind can regain some of the emotional and intellectual life it has permanently and completely lost through this activity.

Your communication is formed as an automatic response in one of the following molds: hurtful, grandiose, sarcastic, ironic, smug, shallow, vain.

Your language is cliched, repetitive, devoid of meaning. It's brief, fragmented, incoherent, jargonized, specialized. In all likelyhood you indulge in the conventions of networked language, the zombie talk of fragments and readymade phrases and symbols. Fragments like, "we're gonna do that thing because freedom" or, "love!"

I can't even.

This.

u mad? Triggered?

Did you even know you type these things for every message you write? Short bursts of affect. Mindlessly repetetive taunts or mindlessly repetitive praises. Automatic responses to stimuli - a flow of stimuli and a flow of repsonse - responses consisting of reducing language in all of its symbolic richness to the faintest of signals. Zombie communication. Lifeless communication. Repeating en-mass but at an individual level, destroying meaning in its need to communicate. Zombie Communication expands to deaden vast networks of communication, ensuring they're constantly active but symbolically and informationally empty.

What do you do when you perform such action in your hunger for a negated community? You destroy, a little bit at a time, what there is left in the communicative, emotional, intellectual realms. A memory of community flickers, dimly, in the darkness of your interior self, and its that flicker that compels you to act: to comment, to reply, to like, to retweet, to post. Your conscious mind is dead, your creative self is dead, your emotional self is dead, your intellectual self is dead, your affective self is dead, your political self is dead, your just self is dead, your empathic self is dead, your poetic self is dead, your active self is dead, your spiritual self is dead - but a dim trace of memory of all those formerly living selves and the meanings associated with them rests in drops on the surface of the interior landscape that lies behind your dead but animate eyes. The memory that stimulates your undead gestures of communication, in interaction with other zombies, across networks hostile to living activity.

Now you respond with U MAD? Now you respond with tldr.

Respond in that way to be ironic or to demonstrate disrespect or some other shredded feeling. Your response is zombie communication. Dead but moving forward, if only to spread its death.

The zombies are already dead.

Leave them.

Even if we could save them... there are too many of them!

Those of us still living must always make each act of communication meaningful and unique. We must form conscious and considered responses to other conscious and considered responses. We don't communicate back to zombie communication and we certainly do not participate in such communication ourselves! We cannot fall into such traps! Not if we want to live!

black.txt@yandex.com

[autistic-blue-oak]

y'know what bothers me in terms of "i have literally never seen this be acknowledged before" when it comes to pokespe? the fact that literally Nobody acknowledges that pokespe was very adamant on having the rivals serve some sort of relevance to the plot up until hau where he was so fucking heavily sidelined. He was literally thrown to the side and discarded. Despite him being the main rival as opposed to Gladion, Gladion got ten times more plot relevance than him. And despite the fact that pokespe accounted for usum and had the absolute worst redemption arc with Lusamine ever they...... didn't do that with Hau they didn't make the fact that he's usum's FINAL BOSS AND WHO YOU NEED TO BEAT TO BECOME THE CHAMPION relevant at all. Hmmmm I wonder why this is — it's definitely not beacuse he's our first black rival/s

[kakarotblack]

Black do u have a wife And like mortals

why would i have a wife. the only one good enough for me is me

in addition, not liking mortals is kind of my thing so no

[tvs-archive]

i was going to make a dumb post about turning into moony at the sound of temptation stairway but i think instead ill post the typo i just made:

enana

[ask-thompson-and-black]

Yo its that kid that got stuck in the void again. If you fold a pizza in half is it a sandwich?

I personally would say no? I think of a sandwich as something with separate ingredients and parts. A pizza is all stuck together.