2025 and this is where we are

"deflection tactics", used with total sincerity... this guy is incredible. the irony is almost too on-d-nose to even consider #McGregor

#McGregor #So #Predictable #Its #Actually #Boring

. . . a blind determination to save the prestige of one's personal existence is triumphing everywhere. - Walter Benjamin, "Imperial Panorama"

What I admire about Conor McGregor: his integrity, skill, fearlessness, and tenacity IN AN OCTAGONAL CAGE What I don't admire about him: everything else I know of the man

"The mind must, if it is really to philosophize, also be truly disengaged: it must prosecute no particular goal or aim, & thus be free from the enticement of will, but devote itself undividedly to the instruction which the perceptible world & its own consciousness imparts to it."

Irish sports star is the face of anti-bullying campaign

The #GarronNoone dilemma …….

The shame of it all is that we live in an either/or world nowadays more than ever. It is possible to dislike Andrew Tate and Simon Harris simultaneously. 2 wrongs don't make a right, or (insert platitude here etc)

The problem with anti-immigrant, nationalist rhetoric isn't what gets spouted online You sense it on the streets when you salute someone who isn't of 'Irish stock' & detect a suspicion in their eyes, you may be one of so-called "Irish People" that is hostile to their existence

No wait, that the stuff that gets spouted online IS the problem that leads to the aforementioned result. I just be thinking out loud on this shithole.

“The phallus is exoteric in bed but usually esoteric in the street.” - Francis Picabia

“A multitude of bad ideas is necessary for one good idea.” Kevin Kelly, the practical philosopher’s practical philosopher 🦬

The collected reminisces of my life as a businessman, circa 1999. Coming soon from Haymarket Books

Caroline Law, 1975 #artbots #warhol

E.M. Cioran

what a great poem/translation this is Poem with Corpse Flowers & No Corpses by José Olivarez poems.com/poem/poem-with…

The girl who will not die lives in my heart, and haunts my steps four hundred million years, for she wears crimson gown of burning stars and teaches me to see beyond the world through ancient eyes she designed in the sea so I know where to go beyond tomorrow.

there is a blurred line between between being in hospital and being in prison. i’d like Pharell and that other prick to tackle that particular blurred line someday, see how they get on. not as as easy as it looks, wankers

I want to write a hit smash that is a sleeper, and clean, pure, slow-burnin, creepin, and anything but viral maaan