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sleepeh kittehz of da world, unite.

sleepeh kittehz of da world, unite.

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— Anyone who lives in the Los Angeles area

Some acquaintances of mine run an organization called Liberation School Los Angeles, which will be hosting an educational event on Palestinian solidarity action at CIELO gallery near USC on Monday August 4th.

Feel free to come, as well as to invite others!

Click.

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Né-net A/W 2013-14

Né-net A/W 2013-14

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genius

genius

(Source: peppermitn)

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why need mechanism and the true be thought of so indistinguishably?

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http://solarluxuriance.tumblr.com/post/62282564614/the-sun-in-batailles-universe-gives-its-light

solarluxuriance:

"The sun, in Bataille’s universe, gives its light without reserve or return, in an originary dépense. It is at the same time the most elevated conception and that which, as the cause of light and the condition of vision, cannot be looked at. Its sight is as scandalous and as insupportable as…

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The world to which we have belonged proposes nothing to love outside of each individual insufficiency: its existence is limited to its convenience. A world that can’t be loved to death – in the same way a man loves a woman – represents nothing but personal interest and the obligation to work. If it is compared with worlds that have disappeared it is hideous and seems the most failed of all of them.

In those disappeared worlds it was possible to lose oneself in ecstasy, which is impossible in the world of educated vulgarity. Civilization’s advantages are compensated for by the way men profit by it: men of today profit by it to become the most degraded of all beings who have ever existed.

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Georges Bataille, 1936 (via fearfullight)
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worshipingflows:

Although I know it, the pathetic movements of the arts remind me, ceaselessly, the object of my wait is not peace, but the immense delirium of the universe, in which the beating of my heart is mingled - demanding that I be a part of it.

(Georges Bataille - Aphorisms)