Write what's on your mind.
>One must wonder, how many thoughts does a man keep to himself for fear of society's reproach? How open to one another can we really be?
Se rendre compte de l’horreur du flou du langage que nous employons tout les jours et qui est souvent notre seul outil. Du jeu qu’il y a entre chaque maillon de la chaîne de communication, réaliser les implications d’une telle imperfection : avoir peur. C’est le premier pas vers le silence.
>this guy jerks with his shoulders?
>what motions is he using to masturbate?
>does he just throw himself around the chair or what?
>I just don't know how having a sore shoulder affects the ability to fap
>maybe he humps INTO his hand?
i have impingement (tendinitis) in my shoulder that's exacerbated by sustained, repetitive, fine-motor motion like writing, holding a coffee cup, and jerking it.
fwiw, lefty performed just fine last night
(took a little longer, but end result was the same).
There is no such thing as the Canadian Canon. Canadian literature fetishizes distinction, proclaiming that all must be represented, and in turn represents nothing. It shies away from nationalism because the nation is too vast; its cultures are a sharp and variegated mosaic. In desperation, Canadian literature has begun to turn itself inside out. Believing it perverse to explore itself, it has grotesquely turned its eyes outward--hoping that exploring what it is not will reveal, by way of what remains, what it is. Canadian culture is buried. When it made its mark, the generations did not choose to continue with the script, but to write over it, creating a palimpsest. There is no Canadian Canon because it is only one page long.
The only worth while literature being published in Canada comes from native writers. At least they know what they stand to lose.
i know where you are, i know where you go and who you speak to and how, i'm going to say hi to you now
The time of collective identity has passed. Subcultures withered and died; herd mentality(and the exact opposite, "try-harding" or even the dreaded H-word) withered and die. The time of individual identity is yet to come. We are stuck in the transitional period, watching as people try to hopelessly superimpose their personal reality on society.
I know I could live the rest of my life next to you but I wonder if I could live forever with you. I love you now though. I wish you'd kiss me but that's ok for now. But I dunno really how much longer I can stand it
I tried to read today, but instead I slept and had homoerotic dreams about a coworker. living the literary life I guess
I don't know if this is obvious to everyone else, but it suddenly clicked with me today:
If I say, "I'll be right back"
and a person responds "You'd best"
that's a slang way of saying "You'd better"
...which makes sense, because "best" is better than "better"
All we possess is perspective, desire, willpower and the weight of our decisions. We may overcome desire through willpower. The weight of our decisions molds our perspective. Our perspective is what we are truly enslaved to. Perspective is not consciously malleable but is purely an accumulation of our experiences with a little genetic predisposition thrown in. All interaction our mind has with the real world is through the lens of our perspective. This creates bias which destroys the possibility of objectivity. Every decision we will ever make will not be an objective one.
I wish to live a moral life. How can I discover objective morality when I will always possess biased perspective?
The only option I see is through some mystical source that promises that it holds no perspective but objectivity. The most obvious example of this are religious texts but how to determine which could be truth and which are the work of liars? Assuming one is the truth, how could I possibly choose the right one to have faith in when I must always question my decision as my decision can only result from my acquired perspective?
>Go to party
I don't know anyone here and they seem obnoxious. This is boring and I'd rather be reading or studying.
>Be reading or studying
God I'm such a loser, I should be out partying and banging chicks.
>Think about ex
She's fucking dudes and I haven't been with anyone since her. I need to go to a party and be cool to prove to myself I'm over.
Every goddamn weekend.