belief can be acquired through network consensus verified in the conspiracy mode of consilience--but we do not exist in a consiliensus reality. it is investigation only, and not the waking quotidian. to know fire, you must feel the heat. yes, i am drunk,.
i love womens' bags. the CLINK CLINK DINK of pure shit within the bag. CLICKITY CLICKITY CLANK. just a bunch of clickity clackity clutter. i love it.
my time has finally come. for the last 13 months i have autisticallycollected fine vitriolic and pyritic specimens of copper, sulfur, lead, iron, etc, with the goal of practicing ancient monastic methods to produce a brilliant blue dye known in both Egypt and the Medieval Ages
if you need a microscope, it is not meant to be seen. this is my way of framing my general semantic thesis: models of nature borne from technology are contrived abstractions
i would always be wary of looking at synthetic images like these and extrapolating larger truths from them, because if you zoom in or zoom out, youll observe new phenomena that might have something to say that is at odds with the particular image you looked at earlier, leading to cognitive dissonance. in other words, the map is not the territory
the natural world is a sliding scale of infinitude in both directions, but we are positioned at exactly the one that we are, and that is where we must set out on the adventure--not behind a microscope.
"all models are wrong--but some are useful."
wizened chinese couple putting ancient trickery to use by taking Seats C and E on the plane. they know what they are doing
quite obvious this is facing south-southwest. late afternoon sunlight is unmistakeable. every approach to Area 51 is facing north-northeast. whoever made this did not do their due diligence
Find out what they're hiding ๐
Storm Area 51 and uncover the secrets:
๐ฝ battlefield.com/area-51
me at work: "damn, Adobe charged me $32.99 again! im gonna cancel and refund as soon as i get a free minute!"
me next month: "damn, Adobe charged me $32.99 again!"
โcome here girlieโ i call as my elderly dog hobbles over to me. i close the little farm gate behind us
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Liv begged us for a Shiba Inu puppy for years. Then she got sick. We promised her one to celebrate being cancer-free.
In April of 2022 we brought Tsuki home, and Liv gave her a Japanese name, of course. It means moon.
She quietly planned her dream trip to Japan for years. First on the list was the Mame Shiba Inu Cafe in Harajuku.
We promised her she would make it there. She did. She sat on the floor and loved on those dogs for as long as she could.
One of the last things she asked me was if her pets would go to Heaven too.
I told her yes. That God loves them, and they will be there with us someday.
Witches get poor cultural depictions by constantly being shown as either comically whimsical or croneish. why are they always depicted with thriving lush plants everywhere? you know how much upkeep all this shit is? and yet the dark depiction still is much more true to life--everything is dead, dying, yet in a state of equilibrium. ready for tincture or processing
its much more difficult to accept because the western world has such an aversion to the putrid. everything must be beautiful in the West. everything must smell nice, look nice, and be safe! and at the same time, there must be (from a male pov) adventure and an avenue for glory! yet the danger of the potentiate within death's locks is depicted paradoxically as evil. what is a warlock to do? perhaps its not a mystery that the story of faust stopped at frankenstein and hasnt advanced since.
come back to reality. the world is in a constant state of bloom and decay. a witch and a warlock dance with life and all that it entails: juice, saliva, mucilaginosa, gum, bone, skin, flesh, sinew, gas, rot, fungi. it is a messy and stinky business and it is a dance of respect. you cannot plunge your hands into the muck without washing often; and you cannot profit much if you never get your hands dirty.




























