Slippers

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Good philosophy is as much intentional meaning as it is Freudian slips of genius, so that any given text may surpass an author and his intentions.

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My Bestie

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The only one who Always comforts me, inevitable. No matter if I embarrass myself, if I fail, if my life turns out to not be what I wanted, you’re on my mind. You never judge, you can’t. We all meet you sooner or later, and we’re all united with your help. All equal. A beautiful egalitarian Utopia. A reality tho, no fantasy. Doubt, fear, no matter, I’ll keep you near. Close to my heart. And can’t wait for the moment you embrace me. Like everyone who has ever been. After all.. we’re all already doomed anyway. Just chatting in the waiting room. There’s nothing cold about you, rubbish. Nothing depressing. Death is life. Death is truth. Life is Death.

Parable of the Human Centipede

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It’s perhaps almost a law of nature that things corrupt over time. Capitalism is the ultimate feedback loop, the glorified machinery that eats us up and spits us out. It’s at a point where we’re no longer examining any control over markets, but rather the silent hand is pulling our strings, we are the ones being played, that the glorious cyclical ass2mouthparty begins. Private interests manipulate politicians and media. They, in return, demand a piece of the pie and are sucked in, chewed up, shat out into the next mouth. Advertisement seeps into our minds, popular culture slowly builds up the subconscious hegemony of desire. We feed back into the loop, everything gets washed up and tarnished. We’re no longer innocent or passive, we are not the cogs, not the rats, but we are fundamentally the machinery, we are the simulation, we live it and we breathe it. The struggle against capitalism is quixotic. We’ve become worse than cannibals, autocannibals, consuming ourselves and all meaning and truth.