Just imagine you are a rebel in an dictatorship. Find the small shadows where your light can safely hide in. Share that light with those who cherish yours, and little by little, our flame will burn the enemy’s poison
Just imagine you are a rebel in an dictatorship. Find the small shadows where your light can safely hide in. Share that light with those who cherish yours, and little by little, our flame will burn the enemy’s poison
Funny story: once i took a shit that was eerily red and started to panic. I searched and searched for possible causes and then after getting up i noticed in my trash bin an emptied 100g pack of beetroot chips i ravaged in a weed-addled munchies frenzy, and facepalmed
It’s the social panopticon. But the point of the panopticon is that no one is really watching. What we feel on our eyes is the abstract eye of ideology, which constantly tries to constrain our souls and bodies into well defined (and inaccurate) frames so that we will be compliant.
DEFY THE EYE CLAIM YOUR IDENTITY THE GRESTEST BATTLE IS IN OUR MIND
Prove it
We can choose what we live for, and that’s the most meaningful thing I can think of
Beh it’s the NSA fishing for incels
The weirdest looking was Shrek himself, they are minionizing the animation
Do it. Just flood it. Try with dolphins next time
No one is saying that
They are pathetic servants of the panipticon, so caught up in the way they feel the eyes that they enact it in the hopes to quell the monsters they are scared of. Defy them. Give them something they don’t want to talk about. Or run away, or ignore whatever useless things they shit from their mouth. There are many tools, don’t let the bastards grind you down