the point is
put yo' dick in yo' pants,
get yo' ass on my couch,
make some room for readin',
we got a lot of work to do.
put yo' dick in yo' pants,
get yo' ass on my couch,
make some room for readin',
we got a lot of work to do.
β€12π1
the pleasure-principle, if it belongs, it belongs to a dea(th-driven)dly time.
β€5
Post-Foucault
the pleasure-principle, if it belongs, it belongs to a dea(th-driven)dly time.
Derrida's my man,
for He's shown me couches aren't just for sitting,
but also for walking.
for He's shown me couches aren't just for sitting,
but also for walking.
β€8
heard incel asshats saying something along the lines of "wait, you are saying the ugliest and most abject resource humanity has to 'offer' shouldn't be forcefully inserted within a clearly unfit social panorama they clearly do not belong to? we can't force females to be enslaved to a dysgenic blooming?"(at least that shit sounded like that to me anyway)
π12
Post-Foucault
heard incel asshats saying something along the lines of "wait, you are saying the ugliest and most abject resource humanity has to 'offer' shouldn't be forcefully inserted within a clearly unfit social panorama they clearly do not belong to? we can't forceβ¦
precisely, bitch,
Darwin's fangs bite yo' ass much harsher as a fucking ghost
let the blood crumble on the floor β€οΈ
Darwin's fangs bite yo' ass much harsher as a fucking ghost
let the blood crumble on the floor β€οΈ
β€15π’2π
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