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"It is viable to be benevolent and rational at the same time, in fact, it is sorely dangerous to be one without the other."
Emily Yvonne
"In the strange anomaly of my existence, feelings with me had never been of the heart, and my passions always were of the mind."
Edgar Allan Poe, Berenice
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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ by Donna Tartt [re-read]
ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ɢʜᴏᴜʟ by Sui Ishida
ᴍᴀᴄʙᴇᴛʜ by William Shakespeare
As all the early buds open and the sun rays get warm, the motivation, inspiration, the life from me, unlike from others, disappears. The light too bright, the world so loud I cannot survive there sometimes not but for a while. So I drift away, far beyond, by diving and losing myself deep within my soul. A state of absence is the only way I am able to be present. A paralysis, a hibernation. Until all the havoc finally begins to die, my limbs losen, my lungs stretching in a ravishing pain with a first real breath after more than thrice the month. My mind has a new passion to move, my soul a new desire to exist. My being no longer feels the ashes of a burnt, dead land on it's tongue, the cool breeze, the nature's return to peace awakens the life. And I, again, feel something honest, something real, the yearning... The yearning so natural for a soul, the curiousity, to create, to live, to grow.
Emily Yvonne, 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐝
Pluto Rises* (Paul Rudish Mickey short fanstory)
I’ve been looking deep into the Goofy-Pluto Paradox in all of disney media, where regular and anthropomorphic animals coexist yet there are others (**Doug Walker**) who flip out on the logic, can’t get how some animals are in clothes and gloves and others are naked and as pets. Now I did see the Paul Rudish Mickey Shorts on Youtube then Disney+, like the one where Goofy took Pluto’s place for a Dog Show BUTT NAKED ON FOURS, and one with Donald getting treated for Flipperboobootosis by the same bear that attacked him now in full doctor gear, when he chased him Mickey n Goofy for some honey on the sore. Yeah these are meant to be enjoyably chaotic for younger kids, maybe older ones n teens too, but normal thinking grownups see this and its some psychotic naked man on fours, or a furry. DON’T OVERTHINK THEM OLDS!
But I would like to see how far this paradox can go, push the envelope and see how disturbing it would get, with a Mickey Short of my own (*comment for a better title):
As Von Drake demonstrated his new telepods at the same science expo he showed his shrinker, Goofy and Pluto smash into a pod together, coming out the other fine at first,but in Jeff Goldblum Fly remake fashion, slowly yet humorously turn into one another. Mickey needs to return them to the pods and thru usual hapcap antics reverse their “curse” before they remain like this for life! (until the next short, these are episodic serials y’know!)
Certain key points for this short:
They only start switching body types and not voices til later; Pluto still barks even as a Dogman in Goofy’s hand-me-downs and Goofy still talks to people and even other dogs in his four-legged state, unaware how its disturbing the peace and sanity of other folks. Midpoint in the short is when they gradually become one another: Pluto speaks for real telling his mouse owner and Ludwig of the dilemma they need to fix, and as Goofy enjoys his Dog Days, he exhibits more canine instincts he can’t fully control, like chasing Peg-Leg Pete cuz he is a cat or fetching thrown things like sticks and frisbees then burrying them, leading him to the Pound at some point.
The transformations don’t need to be too graphic like the Fly remake I mentioned, but not so exaggerated where the bodies start morphing to and fro. As Pluto starts stretching awake, he begins to stand up and scratch himself with his front paw, followed by both paws becoming his hands and feet, while Goofy at some eatery drinks his water with his long tongue and his back aches only to now stand on fours on his newly formed paws, his gloves don’t fit him and takes them, his shoes and clothes off looking like a stray. Meanwhile Pluto goes to Goofy’s house and wears his clothes for the time, feeling blushed at his nudity as a Dogman, still wearing the collar.
Would it work as a real Rudish Mickey Mouse short, or should I bury the idea? save your thoughts in the comments
Aya's PP Paradox
The average pp is 5.5" [1]. So, 5" is typical, 4" and below is small, and 6" and above is large. 4" or 6" should be less common than 5", right? Yet, every guy I talk to is supposedly rocking 6" inches or more?
I have 3 reasonable solutions, no more...
Dishonesty: due to a negative social perception of small pp, everyone claims to be a part of the big pp gang, fearing exclusion or judgment.
Insecurity: either fragile masculinity or other factors make people claim to have a larger than average pp as it contributed to their ego.
Innaccuracy: either we or the data collectors are not measuring pp size correctly, contributing to inconsistent stats.
In the pursuit of knowledge, I had unwittingly stumbled upon the philosopher's paradox—the realization that the more we seek to understand, the less we truly know.
Recently, a friend mentioned that I'm the epitome of an introverted extrovert, and I couldn't agree more. While I naturally lean towards introversion, I often find myself embodying an extroverted persona in social settings. It's a paradoxical situation considering how much social interaction drains me, yet I crave the company of people and actively seek out social situations most of the time. It's a fascinating dynamic to navigate.
Nothing felt really sad for it was always hated. The only people that ever liked nothing were the minimalists, the people who exaggerate at not exaggerating. But even they wanted something, no matter how small.
So Nothing wondered and pondered why do people dislike nothing? Nothing has always been an abstract concept because even nothing is something. So as the writer thought about what kind of 'nothing' will her main character be and how paradoxical this story actually is, Nothing has decided to travel the world. It hoped it will become something.
But, meeting people made Nothing realize just how complicated it's existence actually is. Some people wish to be nothing. They kill themselves hoping to never exist again, not knowing how despairing is to actually be like Nothing. Nothing felt sad again, people never understood how they always have something, even if the something is the smallest something that there is. They don't know that people can solve any problem, if they put their minds to it (except licking your elbow, but fuck that shit). People always have something to look forward to, even if it's just the act of breathing. Poor humans, sick humans, abused humans, they are all valuable. They matter.
Nothing stopped in it's tracks. It realized that it was trying to change itself for others. It realized how absurd it was of it to try to turn into something. It realized that nothing, just like a human mind, is a space to be filled. Nothing is essential for the existence of something, because the white sheet of paper can be filled with anything, making the anticipation of painting more exciting than the painting itself.
Thank you for reading.
writing tip #2021:
write what you know: nothing
Paradox
It’s a world of precise carelessness and fiery indifference, of secure abandonment and profound nonchalance, of teeming scarcity and not enough availability. And in this world of paradoxes, meeting you doesn’t seem so strange anymore. After all, conforming to the norm has never been my forte, be it falling in love with the right person or giving it my all to make it work. And yet, when the world…
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I Saw India Walk Today
I Saw India Walk Today
I saw India walk today. Not in the form of some technological development, not as a rocket mission going successful. Not in the face of global recognition, not in the reach of highways and schools. At the most basic, grass root level of our existence, I saw India walk today. Clutching hands with it’s oft forgotten past, reminding me that I haven’t seen it all, not really, not yet. I watched as…
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Conventional
Conventional. One word, and so many restraints. One word, that like it’s meaning, changes with every person, every story, every scene. And therein lies the paradox of its meaning, unchanging, static, traditional. Something that confirms to the norms. Whose norms you ask? Yours. Mine. The stranger’s, who asked you the directions to the station. So you see, an ever-changing, dynamic thought, that…
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We get it bro you get bitches stfu already
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The Dark Truth About Peter Pan
So im assuming we’ve all heard the age old tale about Peter Pan, but do you know the true story of Peter Pan? About how in the original fable whenever the kids got too old he’d kill them? Recently I had this wild thought, how would a child understand the concept of death? And what would make him want to kill a fellow child? Well what if Tinkerbell lured him to neverland and fell in love with him because he had the strongest imagination and believed in her with such passion, and she could only exist because his imagination gave her the powers and life force that she needed to become immortal, but she would die once he grew up and stopped beleiving, so she cursed him to immortality so she could also live forever, and thats why whenever a girl would wander into neverland she’d get all agressive because only a girl was smart enough to not believe and figure it all out, and that could potentially break Peter from the curse, killing Tinkerbell, and what if Captain Hook was actually a noble hero that wanted to free the kids from the curse, but was betrayed by Peter Pan because he was too young to understand? And the only way to weaken Tinkerbell was by introducing more children because her powers had to be more spread out and touch all the kids so she can remain alive, and since Peter Pan always believed that Hook was an evil man that kidnapped children, he’d kill everyone that became too old because he feared that they would try to do the same, and he kills to protect a selfish fairy, and since Tinkerbell is the only one on that island that is able to conjure magic, she calls upon beasts like the crocodile and the Octopus to kill Hook before he can reach out to the kids, but somehow he succeeds from time to time and those that are smart enough to see the truth become part of his crew so they can end Tinkerbells reign, thats why whenever Wendy is there he is almost able to succeed and weaken Tinkerbell to the point where she almost dies, but moving on from that, her entire “paradise” that we know as Neverland is her kingdom, and the indians worship her as a god, and since Peter Pan was her vessel they treated him and the kids like kings, they knew the kids were soon to be tribute to a tryanical fairy, they knew…. And the mermaids, those terrifying and murderous mermaids, they acted as Tinkerbells personal guards, they sensed each of the kids intelligence, they never tried to kill the other kids because they were too ignorant to not believe, and Wendy, being the first girl in Neverland was the smartest child they’ve ever met, so they made an attempt to kill her, but their plans were foiled when Peter Pan saved Wendy, and their failure almost led to Tinkerbells death, which would have freed the kids and let them return home to their families… -E Soriano
Украинские черноземы катастрофическими темпами теряют свою плодородность
Украинские черноземы катастрофическими темпами теряют свою плодородность
“..Украинские черноземы катастрофическими темпами теряют свою плодородность..”, – такое мнение высказал директор ННЦ “Институт почвоведения и агрохи мии імені О.Н.Соколовского” Святослав Балюк. Содержание питательных веществ в украинских черноземах на сегодняшний день уже вдвое ниже, чем на землях Западной Европы, где более 150 лет продолжается эра их химизации. Он обратил внимание, что за…
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L o o p
Each of Her breaths are a light year apart, a black hole maw wide. Each inhalation is the space between Big Bang blooms, each exhale as distant as the furthest dreaming twinkling realities. The chandelier like snowflakes falling from the silenced grey sky, puffy and crystalline, falling ivory stars that shined against negative blackness. In one world she is Carolyn, another Sabina, another Katy, another Rebecca. Car crash and robbery gone wrong and heart attack at 76 and happy end at 90. Ends are not met, beginnings unraveled to meet this point over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. The snow falls and her breaths continue, even as the false sun beyond lead clouds turns to the bloodshot sphere to burn the world to embers, even as this ashen world yet to be and the long dead sun ease into black-dwarf grave a trillion years un passed. Inhale, exhale.