Why Bill Gates’ third nipple is, ultimately, besides the point.
How the left fell into line.
A few non-standard questions worth asking, and why I won’t be trying to answer them.
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Una introducción al Instinto que se rehúsa a desaparecer
El sistema excluye automáticamente la verdad.
A naff punk song about going to naff work.
But for the present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, representation to reality, appearance to essence… truth is considered profane, and only illusion is sacred. Sacredness is in fact held to be enhanced in proportion as truth decreases and illusion increases, so that the highest degree of…
The characters in my banner, as drawn by Ai; Lord Krishna Lady Radha The Weeping Pig A Giant Cuban Walking Owl Audrey Hepburn Toby Stroud (Half Dog / Half Cloud) Death Shango, Small God Papu Captain Unemployment Leo Tolstoy Sophia Tolstoya Sam How, Rabbit William Morris’ Puffin William Morris Hapy the Kid Jane Austin Beethoven…
As soon as he receives a little applause many a writer believes the world is interested in everything about him. The play-scribbler Kotzebue even thinks himself justified in telling the public he delivered a clister to his dying wife. Georg Lichtenberg I don’t have much interest in the low genre of confession, unless the confession…