the only thing that I found beneficial to society in the movie Fight Club was his therapy session where the guy who discovers that after he attends the session and hugs the other people there telling their stories that he “slept like a baby.”
There seems to be a truth there- letting one embrace an older part of oneself can make warm again a hardened mind.
only once in the past did I experience something from art that made me cry- it was next day or a few days later. That was a few years ago, in Chicago, after seeing a painting centuries old. Yesterday I saw a couple in actors’ clothing on the train (that’s why I knew they were actors), sitting as if they were on stage, happy. Today, just like the art piece, I started sobbing. Sobbing to real art and theatre is good. Never mind what anyone tells you.
I would never miss a chance to experience it again. It’s not like sobbing to a heartbreak which is half-painful- sobbing to art is a pure, good, healthy feeling with a minimal headache at the end, if any. 
i think the greatest argument in support of gender freedom is one that originates from the constitution’s flirtations with “republic.” If a republic says one isn’t granted a right to clean water, then one isn’t granted a right to clean cut gender stereotypes. The binarization of gender establishes a culturally constructed social “norm” that is a manufactured product much like bottled water. And thus if there is no natural entitlement to bottled water then there is no natural entitlement to discriminating against others’ unique gender constructs. A log cabin can be built without intellectual property royalties to a real-estate and construction company, then a gender can be defined using likewise natural building materials.
Abolish the real worrrld…
i would say Greek women are ideal, but it’s not actually a choice- they are tigers, and they tend to capture me, not teh other way around.
There’s nothing worse than having an idea and not having an iota in how to realize it.
“who murdered all the intellectuals?”
even people on edge deserve their own music genre. I propose it to be called edge music, for those with high anxiety, psychotic episodes (which lead to lots of creativity, btw), and generally saucy attitudes.
It would sound like a mix between trance, drum & bass, and progressive music.
Though it could be debated whether or not this emboldens a psychotic moment, the control depends on the person, not the instrument, as it could go either way.
Plain and simple. No title edits needed.
