Cockroach revision notes // 3/6/22
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Sometimes i wish you would call me, you would actually care about me. I know you say we are best friends, but I can't exactly think about you as we are only friends. You will always be more, and I hope you feel that, I want you to know what you're doing instead of talking with me, playing? No problem, but we could do it together, anything else? Why don't you tell me about it more? I want to know everything about you, I want to be involved in your life until the very end. I am not able to let you go, I just can't pretend that we're only frineds. You hug me like I mean everything to you, you look at me like there is nothing better in this world. I honestly wish to know what is going through your mind whenever you look at me. Why can't you just invite me to be with you, why do you only care for the ones who are not me. Am I too selfish to ask you to be mine, and mine only? Am I the problem for loving you, or you, for not loving me back, even though you were the one who loved me first, and you made me fall in love with you? I will never get the answers for this, since I won't ever get a text from you, about anything, so I will only dream about your hugs, kisses, and the warm embrace I felt with you. You will be my only one, and it was always you, who made my heart go crazy, my love, I wish you a happy life, without me, if you feel that it's better for you.
Goodbye, I will always love you, forever yours...you know who I am, the girl, whose heart you broke into million pieces, in december.
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CW: domestic violence
So many fellow far left people got into the habit of JOKING about domestic violence inflicted upon women who marry male cops. This is disgusting.
Yeah, police is garbage. Yeah, no one should kiss cops, let alone MARRY them, or entrust their existence or future kids to them. Does it mean these wives deserve what they get? NO.
Also copaganda ensures that many, many people in our society not only fail to see the fundamental problem with the police institution, but instinctively trust and idealize them. These are the kind of indoctrinated people who will end up marrying their future torturer. This is no laughing matter.
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The world of perception arises from the mediation of sense and prediction the same way that capital arises from the mediation of production. As a corollary to this, because capital runs a concurrent mediation of the world, it also follows that the means of production, including the energy-as-fossil-fuels which is consumed so voraciously, forms a critical component of our perception of the world. Understanding the role productive forces played in the specific ways your neighborhood developed and continues to be shaped is a short step away from understanding the role that petropolitics plays in, e.g., sexual experience. Whether capital/ism is "real" or "organic" or "artificial" or "an egregore" is unimportant, its effect on even your most intransigent elements of your mind nevertheless exists. Your lack of acute awareness that the amorous frenzy of "I" is inextricably linked to the ossified veins which shuttle ichor and surplus value alike through every molecule of the present world does not change their linkage.
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Y/N, looking at Azul’s baby picture: Oh wow, you were so shaped. So squishy and soft. Full of so much chub to love.
Azul: What are you talking about?? I was a fat, ugly octopus!
Y/N: Fat? Yes. Ugly? No. You were a proper butterball, of whom I would have held and kneaded like dough. Bake you right into an adorable cutiepie.~
Azul: I don’t know what is wrong with your brain and eyes, but I most certainly was not adorable as a kid! Now give me that- *tries to swipe back the picture*
Y/N, dodging him: Nope. You were lovable and round and oh-so baby.~
Azul: I was unlovable! Not like I am now!
Y/N: Oh shut up, that’s just the insecurities and unresolved childhood trauma talking!
Azul: My younger self would ink himself if he saw me now!
Y/N: You peaked in your childhood and will never reach that same level of endearment until you reclaim the chub you so foolishly threw away.
Azul: . . .
Y/N: Your childhood longing is calling, Azul. Answer it.
[Jade and Floyd watching this all go down in the doorway]
Floyd, shoveling popcorn into his mouth: Yeah, Azul, answer it!
Jade: Yes, heed their words, Azul, so that we can partake in your chub too.~
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Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tiptoe if you must, but take a step.
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