Clowns catching unnecessary strays

There's an old poem by Brecht (Der Dienstzug) that uses the fact that trains used to drop their waste directly onto the tracks to ridicule the Third Reich. Describing the magnificent toilets of Hitler's train: "...in special closets, laid out with marble. / they shit / on Germany

Los habitantes del pueblo un día despertaron y acordaron que por el bien de la humanidad lo mejor que podían hacer era mutilar y asesinar brutalmente al poeta del pueblo, bajo el riesgo de que si el poeta era un verdadero poeta, el castigo caería sobre toda la comunidad.

back on the stack writing about my messy, accursed love life

Thank you, it was brutal, but it gave me an amazing line

everyone’s blessed with one special thing

Canal street today, after ICE swept through w/ DHS, the FBI & the IRS, arrested everyone & launched an investigation into “counterfeit trading.”These markets are as old as Chinatown and are tolerated because they are a massive boon for tourism and everyone likes them.

A funny thing about Lacan's graph of desire is that he compared it to the "pear of anguish", a torture device that's meant to be inserted into the mouth, rectum, or vagina and then expanded to gag or mutilate the victim.

I am a gooner

A great writer can stab themself and make their enemy bleed

Interesting… sounds about right

Lean este post de Crumps donde aparezco como el Virgilio del submundo mexicano de incels maniacos y lunáticos criptofascistas de internet, financiado por Peter Thiel.

I’m gonna write about gay stuff

“Hope is nothing but an inconstant joy which has arisen from the image of a future or past thing whose outcome we doubt; fear, on the other hand, is an inconstant sadness, which has also arisen from the image of a doubtful thing” Spinoza, Ethics III P18 S2

Soviet journalist Vasily Grossman is asked by his editor: "Why have you filed no stories on heroic defence of Orel?" Grossman: "Because Orel was not defended." Editor: "So what?"

It sort of fits, Himmler was a chicken farmer

Let a hundred flowers bloom

When I’m out in the city in clown makeup that’s the real me