"You are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death" is perhaps not an inspiring message or a great call to action but it is maybe just the most honest and descriptive assessment of the condition of mankind in complex society.
Un gimnasio es un espacio con objetos absurdos que interpelan al sujeto para que los fuerce a tener un sentido. Quien no puede leer lento, quien no puede rumiar los signos, no puede empezar siquiera a ejercitarse en la hermeneutica del hierro.
- Las peras del olmo: pedidas
- La portada del libro: juzgada
- Los tres pies del gato: buscados
- La gota del vaso: derramada
- La mano que tira la piedra: escondida
- El agua que lleva el rio: sonada
- Los ojos del que cría cuervos: sacados
I hate you blue light I hate you infinite scroll I hate you ai customer support I hate you onedrive I hate you no usb port I hate you two factor authentication I hate you accept all cookies I hate you autoplay I hate you subscription I hate you buy more storage I hate you
This is incredibly schizo but is also the most believable thing I've read all day and is absolutely the sort of thing that the generation that put us on the moon would have thought about.
The only correct way to use a “rowing machine” is to show up to 24hour fitness in a loincloth & sandals, light the “cardio” room on fire for smoke effects (& to encourage the other rowers), & shout narration that you are closing in to destroy Marc Anthony’s capital ship at Actium
My favorite thing about Twitter is when you open your feed and see something interesting that you never saw before and then it changes for no reason and you can never see that other thing again.
new foid in the gym, baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, I begin to daydream of our wedding day, im shape rotating our children, we lock eyes the chemistry is palpable, she removes her sweats to reveal her whore uniform. widowed again