The Conundrum:

How to tell the people who love you most that they don’t make you feel any less lonely? 

Metal Head

I want your loves to be multiple. I don’t want you to be a snob about anything. Anything you love, you do it. It’s got to be with a great sense of fun. Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it. Ignore the authors who say “Oh, my God, what word? Oh, Jesus Christ…”, you know. Now, to hell with that. It’s not work. If it’s work, stop and do something else.

Now, what I’m thinking of is, people always saying “Well, what do we do about a sudden blockage in your writing? What if you have a blockage and you don’t know what to do about it?” Well, it’s obvious you’re doing the wrong thing, don’t you? In the middle of writing something you go blank and your mind says: “No, that’s it.” Ok. You’re being warned, aren’t you? Your subconscious is saying “I don’t like you anymore. You’re writing about things I don’t give a damn for.” You’re being political, or you’re being socially aware. You’re writing things that will benefit the world. To hell with that! I don’t write things to benefit the world. If it happens that they do, swell. I didn’t set out to do that. I set out to have a hell of a lot of fun.

I’ve never worked a day in my life. I’ve never worked a day in my life. The joy of writing has propelled me from day to day and year to year. I want you to envy me, my joy. Get out of here tonight and say: “Am I being joyful?” And if you’ve got a writer’s block, you can cure it this evening by stopping whatever you’re writing and doing something else. You picked the wrong subject.

— Ray Bradbury 

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Cops sexually assault mother, break 10-year-old son’s leg

A Brooklyn cop kicked a 10-year-old boy in the shin, breaking his leg, as the child was recording him with his cell phone, according to court papers.

Cops were responding to Krystle Silvera’s Flatbush home looking for her ex-boyfriend in connection to violating an order of protection.

Krystle’s son Courtney Silvera was eating his breakfast cereal when the cops began knocking on the door at  7 AM.

Silvera’s 61-year-old mother, who is suffering from brain and lung cancer, answered the door but had difficulty understanding the cops’ reason for being there, the suit said.


The police had come to our house before (due to the domestic violence complaint) and he’s fascinated by the police, he looks up to them,” Silvera, 30, a nursing student at Long Island University, told the Daily News.”

But the cop apparently didn’t like being recorded and began assaulting the child

“I heard my son screaming, ‘You can’t do that! You’re hurting me! Don’t hit me!’ ” she said.

The mother had been upstairs getting her 5-year-old daughter ready for school. She bolted downstairs into the fray, dressed in her underclothes, and was grabbed by a cop who pulled her outside in the freezing cold, the suit alleges.

While Silvera was being restrained, her breast popped out of her bra revealing a pierced nipple, according to the suit.

“The officer flicked the piercing, he flicked the ring up with his finger on my right breast,” she said. “He said, ‘Is this what mothers look like these days?’

Silvera was charged with assaulting the cops and released two days later on $1,500 bail.

When she returned home, Courtney’s leg was black-and-blue and swollen, she said. The boy was taken to Kings County Medical Center, where an X-ray showed his leg was fractured.

Silvera said her son was briefly handcuffed, but when cops learned he was only 10-years-old, they removed the restraints.


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“Have faith to the end, even if it should happen that all on earth are corrupted and you alone remain faithful: make your offering even so, and praise God, you who are the only one left. And if there are two of you who come together thus, there is already a whole world, a world of living love; embrace each other in tenderness and give praise to the Lord: for his truth has been made full, if only in the two of you.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 
“Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded in the street to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.”
Huey P. Newton (via fourteendrawings)

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arstotzka:

"stop being a mindless slave and quit your boring job and go do what you really want, using the money you obviously have, because I don’t understand class struggles or intersectionality"

Literally every time I see my feed full of that “live like there’s no tomorrow” yuppy bullshit that most of us—myself included, at least in the past few years—pass off as a sad excuse for a philosophy of life. Not only is it totally unrealistic, selfish, and banal: it’s a fucking cruel way of making people feel bad about the fact that, ultimately, a whole lot of life is not being in extremely exciting situations and meeting wonderful people and doing great things. A lot of life is boring and hard and that’s alright. Fuck everything that makes us try and forget it, because that’s how life ends up being something you buy your way into and not something you have to live. Why do you think they call it an experience economy, guys? Living your life like it’s a music video doesn’t happen because you quite your service job. Some people don’t fit into standards of beauty. Some people’s skills aren’t valued by our economic industries. Some people have psychological problems.  Some people face hardships that I wouldn’t even begin to try and understanding and I wouldn’t, for a moment, accuse them of being a mindless worker drone. Some people are born in that, y’know, huge portion of the world where the majority of the human population lives and can’t just pick up and move to a new city. If you have the resources and the skills and opportunities to pursue the life you want then, by all means, go for it. But stop acting like its a moral argument for how to live a life. Someone cleans that toilet you shit it. 

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