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Alexander Pushkin taking 5 stanzas out of his novel to exhaustively describe his love of feet, as the narrator, directly addressing the reader in breathtakingly evocative poetic verse, before begrudgingly returning to the story at hand has massive Dirk energy

killing alexander pushkin with a brick

Monthly post about how I cannot stand bitches who schematize classpect instead of understanding class and especially aspect as pools of associated symbols with incredible cultural weight

feel like centering a good portion of my prior analysis of the text on nostalgic commodities and their relationship to the past was all a set up to get my head caved in by this intermission

Taz can slip through cracks and slide through pipes as much as she wants. The real power the past holds over her isn't enforced through the literal boundaries of her ancestor's fort; it's ephemeral. An impermeable legacy metabolized in the minds of herself and her superiors.

Hezbollah reportedly demanding captured IDF officer “explain Deleuze” to them or they’ll “fucking kill” him

Bourgeois dictator-heirs struggle to comprehend the source and size of a monumental harbinger, a manifested contradiction immune to reconciliation with the present order

the cheating crabs successfully spamming and vote manipulating their way into another stolen world series

the living form of every cultural contradiction kept at bay by stronghold walls. The body of a Past buried in a shallow grave, clawing its way up through the paved arteries of the pulsing heart of capital

In limelight, Ellsee presents a cancelled future of the liberal imagination, just as immaterial as the portal she stepped from. Questions of class, race, and impending ecological collapse are resolved Professionally by a panel of Qualified Experts and masses of Informed Voters.

Palimpsestic radiation bleeds through the cracked walls of a present nested in a horrible corpse. Those attuned to the nature of their wasteland and its past are the first to fear its ephemeral danger. Others only know it when the wounds become visible, inescapable.

hav 2 say that murrit manufacturing robots that look like & are named after boobs to use as their primary form of interpersonal communication so she can stay hidden and safe behind a screen is overwhelmingly transfeminine

like the american empire in its final gasps, the game designed to preside over the end of Repitonian history utilizes loot and empty recycled nostalgia ("disappointment and childlike wonder") for two distinct ends, commodities with minute to non existant use-value and weaponry.

really amazing that 1/4th of all philosophical discourse is centered on debating the proper translation of german terms into english

I criticize media I enjoy all the time. Watched a movie last night and loved it, couldn’t stop thinking about how fundamentally bourgeois is was. This is the normal state of engaging in art. It’s dialectical, you should struggle with it, you should dispute it. What I will not do I is pretend that the hollow vessels for bearing meaning dancing on the screen somehow posses a moral character

I wish “criticizing media you enjoy” coming from twitter and tumblr users meant “criticizing media you enjoy” and not “follow me into the demiurgic shell of fiction and debate me on its terms.” Is Stevened universe moral? Is pearl a huge bitch who I hate? Isn’t it kinda sus for a villain to be a villain, when I like them? That doesn’t seem right

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