when title comes first
there's not enough cum for the rest.
unless they share. good boys 😌 "sharing is caring"
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i'm feeling empty and uninspired. like there's a fish of dviine insripation that's just barely slipping out of my grip. whether that's bc i have too many tasks or whether that's bc ive been too stressed and neglecting self care or whether that's bc i need even more good fats and protein and b vitamins and whatever or whether that's bc ive not slept that well or whether that's bc my health is suboptimal currently... idk. might be all of it. it's glorious winter so at the very least it's not heat depression.
i love knowing how to fun. but if ur brain is being half dead, nothing helps. one just needs to get out of that funk. gunk. hm. sunk... en. that's all i know.
knowledge is fantastic. precious. silver (gold is hideously overrated. and ugly). but just to know is not enough; one needs to ORGANIZE it nicely. and that's an overwhelming task and i hate it. but having somewhere to actually write it all down is life quality saving (fuck life - life QUALITY is what truly matters. prove that wrong).
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when u want to do a ton
stop and challenge urself to do nothing.
why not.
"it's hard"?! BITCH HOW EXACTLY WOULD DOING NOTHING BE HARD! preposterous.
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describing creative process or just writing one's mind out might seem useless. but it actually has one precious value: it shows the reality as is, without the filters of unreliable memory, and it also inspires authentic flow. well, that's two precious values. :D
...oh no im failing at being useless. FUCK.
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what was the last time ur day went better than expected?
does brain even pay attention to those? not rly. it excels at playing attention to the bad shit. also at making mistakes ("playing"). cunt.
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let's be useless. it's fun.
it's FREEING. it's EXHILARATING. it's only for REAL MEN (*cough*) that don't fear inevitable social rejection (and men esp are required to be useful. to porvide. to have moony. to be gods and the universe and robots and a piece of paper to bend to others' will, expectations, and feelings but also stiff cardboard with no eyeholes and big nostrils).
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can't wait for fireworks.
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heart beats
Poesia~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
