Anonymous asked: If you could set fire to something, what would it be?
I can, like most humans with over five years of age, set fire to anything. I have matches. I have permission to use them from my parents. I have access to lighters, propane tanks, welding torches (my neighbor), so setting fire to something I want on fire would not be a problem…
Except abstract concepts like language or desire or love or faith or history. You can’t set those things of fire. Hold a match up to love and nothing happens. Douse your hate with gasoline and drop your cigarette in it like that part in Robocop, and nothing will happen. You’ll just have a pool of burning gasoline.
If I could set fire to an abstract concept it would probably be Fate. Not because I don’t believe in Fate, or because I do believe in Fate and I hate it, but if Fate exists, it’s the most dangerous thing in existence. It’s more dangerous than any weapon or idea, because Fate demands those weapons and ideas exist. So if Fate exists and manifests itself in a physical form so I could light it on fire, it better watch out.
Anonymous asked: If I could tattoo my knuckles, I'd put BOOK SLUT. What would you get?
obviously…
Anonymous asked: What is your sign? Do you agree?
My astrological sign is Virgo. I was born under the Chinese sign of the pig. I have the same day of origin as the country of Mexico. And so, idk know if I know what you mean. I cannot disagree with with the day I was born, anymore than I can disagree with the color of the sky.
It’s pointless to disagree, or even to agree, with anything that is set and uncontrollable. This may sound like apathy, and it partly is, but it frees you to resonate with those set things which are out of control, which we don’t understand. The sky is exactly what it is and so am I and all of the chaos and unknown that we see and feel are exactly what they are too.
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Work Life: Your Name Is Your Face
There is a girl at work that keeps calling me Ronnie and I keep answering to it and I don’t correct her. When she asks people at work: “Where’s Ronnie?” they think she’s crazy.
- me: and he said i'd hear from him
- me: and i said
- me: i'll wait with bated breath
- me: because honestly who does he think he is
- me: but obvi i will wait with bated breath
- me: fucking asshole




