i won’t follow through with this but i really want to start restricting again
my face and stomach and thighs have ballooned far beyond what is acceptable
imagine if youtube’s content ID was oriented around being a sample database instead of the myopic stifling of human creativity. we could have paradise, but we’re trapped in california.
Art’s inescapable affirmative essence has become insufferable. Art must turn against itself, in opposition to its own concept, and thus become uncertain of itself right into its innermost fiber.
“admit it streamer, do you have something that could get you cancelled?”
“yea im fucked if anyone finds my skype logs. not recently tho!! i already told you guys, post-covid n-words is crazy, hell no”
“so that’s an image of my childhood: the workers hunched over in the middle, a line of policemen with their billy clubs and pistols in the back, and the priests in the front pontificating”