Mr Men as Social Critique - The Paris Review Daily
“We meet Mr Messy—a man whose entire day-to-day existence is the undiluted expression of his individuality. His very untidiness is a metaphor for his blissful and unselfconscious disregard for the Social Order. Yes, there are times when he himself is a victim of this individuality—as when he trips over a brush he has left on his garden path—but he goes through life with a smile on his face.”
chillin’ killin’
dat shirt tho
These changes made for a better working experience, but they also made it easier to complacently watch the flourishing of unfamiliar digital monopolies, to partake in the consumer delights produced by unprecedented inequality with a mistaken sense of political agency, and to pay to watch a woman get gangbanged on the internet with a clean conscience
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These people will wear anything as long as it is black, enjoy nothing more than swaying to the heart-chilling sounds of The Cure, Joy Division or Bauhaus (possibly accompanied by nice pint of cider & blackcurrant juice)…
An experience with LSD, MDMA, 2C-B, Ketamine, & Alprazolam. ‘Cunt Odyssey: Search for Vaginal Datapoints’ by Scribe
There is nothing not to love about this article.
Henri the Existential Cat waxes philosophical on the price of literary fame.
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