ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices
Oh god being sick for this long and not being able to draw is making me go insane. I need to draw Yuri. I need to draw boobs. Women kissing!! Sex!!!! I want to draw boobs and women kissing!!!!!!! LESBIANS!! I MISS DRAWING LESBIANS!!!! GRAHHHHH‼️‼️‼️
Hey, it's okay. Nick Cave's letter to a despairing fan, okay?
Dear Valerio,
You are right to be worried about your growing feelings of cynicism and you need to take action to protect yourself and those around you, especially your child. Cynicism is not a neutral position — and although it asks almost nothing of us, it is highly infectious and unbelievably destructive. In my view, it is the most common and easy of evils.
I know this because much of my early life was spent holding the world and the people in it in contempt. It was a position both seductive and indulgent. The truth is, I was young and had no idea what was coming down the line. I lacked the knowledge, the foresight, the self-awareness. I just didn’t know. It took a devastation to teach me the preciousness of life and the essential goodness of people. It took a devastation to reveal the precariousness of the world, of its very soul, to understand that it was crying out for help. It took a devastation to understand the idea of mortal value, and it took a devastation to find hope.
Unlike cynicism, hopefulness is hard-earned, makes demands upon us, and can often feel like the most indefensible and lonely place on Earth. Hopefulness is not a neutral position either. It is adversarial. It is the warrior emotion that can lay waste to cynicism. Each redemptive or loving act, as small as you like, Valerio, such as reading to your little boy, or showing him a thing you love, or singing him a song, or putting on his shoes, keeps the devil down in the hole. It says the world and its inhabitants have value and are worth defending. It says the world is worth believing in. In time, we come to find that it is so.
Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.
A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.
I am forever amazed I was able to do it on my own as a suicidal wreck, but I had a paper trail of dxs miles long extending back to 1989, on so many drugs for years, no income, two doctors willing to throw down for me, and the power of hyperfixation, so thats probably what saved my ass.
Anything short of that and you're fucked.
"what do we do about people who fake disabilities to get ssi" we throw them a fucking party for pulling off the most difficult and unrewarding grift of all time. literally i don't care
Do people understand how much you have to WORK to get ssdi? You have to be seen by a state sanctioned doctor and have pages of stuff filled out by so many people/drs and make sure they FUCKING SEND IT IN and I can't remember what else. And that was 20 years ago.
And here comes the kicker: it's not enough to live on, so you best have some other side hustle, live in a basement with six other people, or marry someone who can work.
Smh
"what do we do about people who fake disabilities to get ssi" we throw them a fucking party for pulling off the most difficult and unrewarding grift of all time. literally i don't care