Something about the allostatic load taking its toll combined with isolation and disassociation manifesting online meets clout chasing and algorithms boosting takes with small character limits devolving the state of discourse and consciousness raising to pissing matches

I swear when I get back to being able to focus and do some serious writing I’m gonna write something on this because as shit gets worse everyone is more easily activated and most of us feel they have no way to punch up at the boot on our necks (not the hot kind) and lash out at eachother instead

Shits so exhausting, we’ve done like every possible discourse so many times over and where the fuck has it gotten anyone? Most of this stuff is just recycled shit I saw on tumblr over a decade ago.

I must not discourse. Discourse is the mind-killer. Discourse is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my discourse. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Is that supposed to be a threat or a promise?

Packing a bowl singing “girl weed”

Old tumblr post on this i am really feeling rn

If you can stomach the many, many cws for it, you owe it to yourself to read it, it’s kinda incredible.

Fire punch is one of the darkest stories since berserk and it manages to tell a remarkably complete, compelling story with a journey from grief, to nihilism and eventually absurdism while touching on climate apocalypse stoked horrors of humanity.

And it’s also about a dude who fire punches

Generational talent, he’s so fucking good