Thank you, EP.
Thank you, that is, for reminding me of what I like and what I want. Despite inherent dealbreakers and myriad themes of social injustice in this and systems past, it has been called to my attention what it really is to relax certain standards and settle into peaceful but ultimately destructive complacency. Let us briefly examine the obstinacy/obliteration relationship. Or not. Let's not. But I am grateful all the same for both the awakening and that one nocturnal ensconcement.
I do an amazing amount of conversing with shades and aether for a person who knows that there's nothing there. I'm afraid I've gone a bit peculiar.
I've been watching a lot of old films. At some point, I would like to discuss, in-depth, the misogynistic themes in certain eras of cinema, by actor, genre, director, and so on. But now is not the time for such things, although they weigh heavily upon my mind. I've been having a general slob of it whilst figuring out some logistical details of the next phase of my life, tolerating family, and feeling great disgust at the misogynistic elements well-preserved and embraced by the Olympic committees, commentators, and athletes. I'm incredibly sleep-deprived, so I will leave this at: It's an atrocity that Sarah Robles, who beat the men in the Americans' Olympic trials, is impoverished, but thin women have endorsements thrown at them. Also, there is no next-life punishment cruel enough for the individuals who dreamt up some of the women's costumes (think the sand volleyball bikinis and the numerous costumes featuring skirts).
With that, goodnight, sweet inspiration, and thank you again.
I do an amazing amount of conversing with shades and aether for a person who knows that there's nothing there. I'm afraid I've gone a bit peculiar.
I've been watching a lot of old films. At some point, I would like to discuss, in-depth, the misogynistic themes in certain eras of cinema, by actor, genre, director, and so on. But now is not the time for such things, although they weigh heavily upon my mind. I've been having a general slob of it whilst figuring out some logistical details of the next phase of my life, tolerating family, and feeling great disgust at the misogynistic elements well-preserved and embraced by the Olympic committees, commentators, and athletes. I'm incredibly sleep-deprived, so I will leave this at: It's an atrocity that Sarah Robles, who beat the men in the Americans' Olympic trials, is impoverished, but thin women have endorsements thrown at them. Also, there is no next-life punishment cruel enough for the individuals who dreamt up some of the women's costumes (think the sand volleyball bikinis and the numerous costumes featuring skirts).
With that, goodnight, sweet inspiration, and thank you again.