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Woke Mob Hasn’t Cancelled David Bowie but Here Are the 10 Tweets I Will Fire Off if They Hypothetically Did


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We all know the fable of the boy who cried wolf. The durability of the tale reflects the durability of the philosophical archetype behind it. I am someone who fibs for aesthetic purposes. The signification system is all fine and good when I stay in jest mode: a tectonic structure of language that favors signifiers over signified. But it doesn’t stay that way. The system collapses when I want to arrive at the truth without having to pass through the convoluted maze of satirization. If I were to have a safe word for whenever I want to exit the facetious semiotics – and I’ve already picked the word (bipartisanship) – I would simply abuse the word to maximize the comedy. I have practically no defense against the disintegration of the truth-value. I have only myself to blame when my veracity is perceived by others as jest.

Wait why was I talking about this?

How long ago did we take the edibles? Was that post leaving house pre getting on train or post getting on train pre entering the theatre?

Woah this movie is fucking cool. You said this movie is perfect but not good? Ain’t that the truth. A perfect thing is not necessarily good. I love you, Olivia.

The slo-mo shot of David Bowie standing statuesque and rotating ever so slowly with confetti ceaselessly cascading over him. Yayy.

Why does David Bowie love life so much? Has he tried Babybel cheese?

When different value systems collide with each other, and you find yourself in a contradiction. Who do you listen to? Which side are you on? Did you remember to take Wellbutrin this morning?

I am a top student at the University of Pennsylvania, not a prostitute.


Jordan Peterson.

Portland, OR, is the Weihai of USA.

Thoughts have no conjunctions. That’s why man is doomed to misunderstanding the self.

By the time I got to New York, I was living like a king. Look up: mauve bleeding into darkness. Look down: transfer L to the R at 14th and Union.