you’re eric bogosian you’re like 70something and you think your days of being a big dick bisexual are over and then you sign on to play a character on some vampire show and within three years you’re posting oldguy thirst traps that make assad zaman foam at the mouth in your instagram comments

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quirky fourth wall breaking character but theyre just fucking. wrong about the medium theyre in. they keep making references to cinematic techniques and directorial styles and the other fourth wall breaking character is like "dumbass we're in a fucking comic book" and they are in a video game.

they used to make smackable technology. you used to be able to hit your tv when it didn't work good.

It just shifted to spanking your puppy’s ass, to make them take that thick knot. Like the good little play thing they are.

i don't really think it's like that at all

EVERYOBODY GET DOWN HES TAKING A CREATIVE LIBERTY

it’s crazy to me that every seed in existence is a little chemical computer taking readings of temperature and moisture and minerals and all that to see if it’s able to grow yet and they’re doing crazy stuff like going into full dormancy and waiting for species-specific conditions etc etc and some seeds will do this in the size of a dust particle (see: orobanche) and some will pack in extra starch and food and do it in the size of a coconut or something… just dissected this flower seed at work that was a woody two-compartment capsule with one embryo per compartment, the whole seed a little smaller than a dime, and I swear to god it had a full soybean’s worth of embryo and food packed in there. it’s just unfathomable to me

are u gonna let me sit by ur feet and lean against ur leg or do u hateme

If you're struggling to write sex, write food. if you're struggling to write food, write gore. if you're struggling to write gore, write sex. They're all variations on the same themes.

it's all sensation and consumption and intimacy. it's all violence and beauty and taste. it's all wild and animalistic and elevated by our humanity. it's all deeply cultural and symbolic. it's all enjoyed by every sense the body has to offer.

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walk into a room forget what you're there for walk back out of the room into another room but now you're not sure why you're in there either. go do something else on your computer halfway through remember the original reason you walked into that other room just as you forget what you were about to do on your computer. close your computer return to the room you were in before retrieve the object you were looking for. forget what you're doing in the hallway spin around a few times like that'll jog your memory retrace your steps remember that you were walking back to your computer successfully return to your computer open it. why are these tabs open. why is this object in my hand again. spin around a few more times. ah yes. the computer charger is in my hand so i can charge the computer. walk to the outlet in the wall plug in charger try to plug it into computer. wrong charger. fuck

*holding you close as you bleed out*

Yeah man... it was a good bit... it was a really good bit... really funny....

when a songs lyrics use repetition to signify growing desperation and emotion that additional words wouldnt be able to convey

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I don't give an amazing digital fuck

y’know with the truly inescapable, crushing state of historical misogyny it seems insane to me that heterosexual romantic love was ever, like, possible. but then you read something like that part of song of songs that says “i am my beloved and my beloved is mine” and you think huh so people must have been carving out reciprocity and love for themselves somehow. and it’s just… idk. something very interesting to me about that

there’s so many variations on the question “is it possible to feel something real/true/beautiful in a horrific place like this?” and whenever the answer is yes there are always caveats and i am soooo interested in those caveats… an the answer is so often yes. we often think about love tainted by hardship and the tragedy of that but sometimes isn’t it amazing that the love existed at all? idk idk something about how even with the sacrifices made along the way, people manage to force beauty and meaning into places that are utterly devoid of it in ways that go so far beyond reason even in little ways. and sometimes i think about the omelas child who is supposedly impossible to comfort and i think of orwell’s world in 1984 where truth can’t survive and it just doesn’t seem possible when you consider the breadth of human history. not on a large scale. not forever. whenever somebody says this desolation is impenetrable i look back in time and think but that’s never been true. i don’t believe you. i just don’t believe you.

if there was ever a magnus archive reboot, the archivist should be a johny truant-esque figure. you know, for the variety. and also because it would be really funny

damn that last one really reminded me of my buddy rick who threw up on his mom's front lawn and then mysteriously disappeared that same night, never to be seen again. which sucked cus he usually got me cocaine on the cheap. except it was the kind of cocaine that gives you fucked up nightmares, you know, like you snort a line and suddenly your body starts sprouting teeth in the wrong places or you're underwater in a churning ocean with luminous eyes fixed on you, hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of them, just waiting for... something... don't worry, i found another dealer, and she's pretty hot, which is its own bonus. anyway, statement begins,

i tried explaining to this girl at a party once how i could be gay and asexual at the same time and it basically boils down to never being into anyone but like once a year i’ll find a man attractive. and she was like “so what am i if i only like girls, and i’ve never found any of my boyfriends attractive and and i just wanna do cocaine all the time?” i was like “you’re a lesbian with a coke addiction?” and she was like “woooooah”. she broke up with her boyfriend that night and had a threesome with two girls in the bathtub. rebecca if you’re out there, i hope you’re going places. well, not far, since you’re electronically tagged. but spiritually.