A platonic humour from our regions
Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
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Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. Just the taste is busting my balls.
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
In a society of puppets, it is natural to become puppets. It remains to be able to endow them with singular bodies and adequate heads.
When you're shocked by anything that exists, it's because you've made up your mind about the world but you don't know anything about it.
TO PREVENT STORIES is DEAD! Instead of aspiring to grow, let's stop taking ourselves for what we cannot be. Let's stop idealizing.
Solidarity is not the display of single-mindedness. I will not be shouted any slogan that is not mine. Not Charlie tonight, not any other day.
Writing relieves the tension of over-thinking, stops the bleeding, cauterizes the sense, temporarily closes the still moist wound.
Sometimes it's painful... necessarily painful, referential icons. And sometimes in spite of them. All dogma stinks; not all people.
Is there such a thing as a "useful war"? Are there bloody skirmishes that constitute progress or an advantage for one or the other of the belligerents?