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i feel like knowing the word “yonic” (the vagina equilavent of phallic) really changes a person because after that point basically any shape or objective can be classified as genital-shaped. eyes? yonic symbolism. fingers? phallic symbolism. thats all there is
i’ve solved politics
Marraffinoโs design, which remains in use for single-color stripes, is simple. The main material, usually white, sits at the crimp end of the toothpaste tube and makes up most of its bulk. A thin pipe, through which that carrier material will flow, descends from the nozzle to it. The stripe-material (this was red in Stripe) fills the gap between the carrier material and the top of the tube. The two materials are not in separate compartments, but they are sufficiently viscous that they will not mix. When pressure is applied to the toothpaste tube, the main material squeezes down the thin pipe to the nozzle. Simultaneously, the pressure applied to the main material causes pressure to be forwarded to the stripe material, which thereby issues out through small holes (in the side of the pipe) onto the main carrier material as it is passing those holes.
and then i said “plato was such a genius for following every specious argument with an ‘interlocutor’ who just agrees with him and says hes being very clear and logical . every philosopher should do that.” “indubitably” said glaucon.
french has a single verb for sleeping off alcohol, “cuver”, which also means to ferment in a vat (like wine). a “cuve” is a vat, so you could maybe gloss it as “vatting”. i really like the idea that your bed is like a reverse vat that anti-ferments the alcohol out of you
its weird that some animals build elaborate structures instinctively, but man, king of the structure-builders, doesnt descend from animals that built anything more complex than a rudimentary nest or burrow. primates sort of a black horse candidate. in the interspecies house race
At this rate in a couple months the sun won’t set at all. We won’t ever get tired, not with the midday light. We’ll just work and play and dance and fuck the night through. And it’ll keep going like that, no more days anymore, just one long noon, forever
Thinking about 30-50 feral hogs again. Can you imagine the majesty. Murmurating like starlings. Elaborate emergent shapes. The deafening snuffling. They pass through a corn field leaving only rubble behind. And the danger! Don’t get too close! It’s electric. we have only begun to conceive of the hog













