PSA ksenia you’re posting stuff to the wrong blog again
shout out to whoever is laundering the constructivist stage uniforms every night
unless they have multiples of each now that’s dedication
kaprand layering tips
1. Resolved: to attain the strongest dick game there ever was
- (optional: sing this to the ‘Pokemon’ theme song)
What is the most fulfilled, the most realized state of man? To what end do our bodies strive, railing against the cruelty of the world? For what do our bones crumble? We spend the early decades of our life in that most contemptible of states: with disdain we call this ‘purgatory’.
Purgatory, because in these crucial formative years, we decide whether we are saved, or we are damned. And what is the greatest measure of man? How are we saved from the intolerable pain of existing? The answer is simple: conquest.
Conquest, you ask. Conquest of what? Of the earth which has borne us? Of the dominion of other men? Of the lush metaphysical territories of the mind?
None of these, my brethren. For the only conquest that matters, that raises our bodies as it raises our spirits, is conquest of the sexual nature.
Hedonism! you cry. No. No. For what reason do we subscribe to such notions of shame, of guilt, to deny that which our bodies crave the most? Is it hedonism to allow free reign to the essential nature of man? To put it forwardly, we have genitalia of the external nature for a reason. Much has been made of the phallic signifier, and for good reason!
It is not a project of selfishness at all. For, if you will remember, the carnal transaction is one of mutual pleasure. We need only look to our brethren of the genus Pan to see that there is an eternal truth to the adage of ‘make love, not war’. Such is the nature of copulation - the greatest of social lubricants, the panacea brought down to us by umpteen generations of selection.
As men, as beings burdened with the great responsibility of consciousness, is it not our basic duty to ‘spread the love’?
And so we, we the beautiful boys with floppy fringes and zygoma like gods, resolve to make ourselves know to the world with the combined prowess of our dick games. We do not discriminate. All are welcome to receive of what we have to give.
And yet, we forget the enormity of the world. We forget the mortal limits of our fleshly bodies. Although we seek to conquer, there is only so much that we can accomplish with our nether regions. We must consider our proud predecessors, who have died of exhaustion. Surely, there is another route.
And rejoice, my brethren, for there is! The route of music.
For music is transcendent. Think of how Schopenhauer held music in such high esteem. Those that we cannot physically grace with our presences, we will touch, nay verily, violate, with the angular tunes of post-punk guitar.
And the world will know. For there is no other option.
We, the slutty boys, shall conquer the world.
i’m franzferdinandphilosophes i don’t drop sick beats i drop sick formal analyses
okay but why would you take a black and white photograph of macarons
In light of everything that’s recently happened, I wouldn’t be surprised if Franz Ferdinand announced a special concert for the franzdom at the end of their tour.
"We Ride Together, We Die Together: A Tribute to the Franzdom"
only if they play “no” 38 times pls