YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

But fiction can also be an examination of the truth, art imitating life. But what about when real spontaneity action is caught on film and then turned into a fiction, what if it is used to tell a story that never was, overtly, with narrative that never was, superimposed over the images, via sound or subtitles, or perhaps even through more images, invented images. What is this? Is it fiction, or is it fact? Is it both? Impossible. It can't be both. It can have both within it, but it can't be both. And so if it has both, is it not a fiction still, for any fiction with a fact within it is still a fiction. Just as any clock which is only right twice a day is still broken, or any liar who tells the truth once by happenstance is not made into a trustworthy person.

Maybe there's better things in life than watching all the porn there is

and I've accepted sex from landwhales, but they were nice and not fucking mean and shitty

I've refused sex from women before, and they were fit looking women, but their personalities were awful, they were trashy people so I wasn't interested

Now that I got all that racism out of my system it's not even very strong anymore, thankyou social media for finally serving your purpose and allowing me to vent therapeutically

maybe I just think they are

My parasocial relationships are falling apart

I'm watching tv and it's always hilarious to me how someone will get stabbed and die instantly in media, like no, there's lots of screaming and thrashing, even lethal stabs very rarely result in instant death. It's ugly stuff. Twisting, writhing, panic, it's pathetic looking. Not clean at all like how stories make it seem. But they can't have that, can't have peoples stories being ruined by the truth, because that's what fiction is, an escape from the truth.

I was much happier when I believed in like, energy and stuff, and magic, and shit, now I don't believe in any of that stuff and I am so fucking miserable and hopeless feeling.

Huh...I bet I could actually draw Miss Bellum, I'm not so good with colors but lineart for sure

I like when my time gets all fucked up so I seem to have disappeared, but I'm not disappeared, I'm just awake talking to the people on the sunny side of the planet (usually unless I meet another night timer)

I'm of two minds on the subject, on the one hand going back to the days of flaying undesirables will pit the fear of god back into the shit, on the other hand how does society determine when someone is truly deserving of punishment?

Narcissists, when afraid snap immediately into behaving properly, they are polite, they are submissive, because they are afraid

Psychopaths, however, do not get afraid, they only get angrier, and angrier.

Crazy gonna crazy so don't count them as a data point

"But Jazzy, what about when you're on the other end??" that would suck, yes. But would it be worse overall? Bad people would be fucking afraid, because they don't know where it's going to come from or when. Crazy people gonna crazy and so it makes no difference to them, but all the lowlevel dirtbags would be scared stiff, unable to make moves against others, and isn't that a good thing?

Imagine how badass it must have been to live back before people were faggots about death and killing. You go out, do your thing, then you notice an enemy in the distance, you chase them down with a stick to stab them to death, you do, you bring back proof to your people, like a scalp or an ear, and they CELEBRATE you, you are HONORED, the most beautiful gorls are INTERESTED in your stupid fucking stories for some reason now, and you feel so, so good about it all. Joy fills your heart, and that joy is celebrated, you are not shamed or blamed or guilted, you are heralded as a hero.

"O wow ur a rapper? That's interesting! Wow that's a flashy car you have! Lol yea that's soooo cool. Oh this? No this is nothing don't worry about this, anyway oh- hey what's that? Yea right over there! That's weird! See it? You gotta look real good." *thwack*

mfw I see a flashy rich person who thinks highly of themselves

"It's eating time"