Ariana: Yeah, I sat on her bed and now I think I have an STD because it stings when I pee.
Jacob: Yeah, that's kinda how Jewish people work.
The mouse’s heart beat fast. You feel it against your left palm when he’s cupped in both your hands. his little head popping out between your thumbs. you get frightened thinking about how easy he is to crush and kill.
then you think to yourself:
it wouldn’t be that much harder to crush and kill anyone else.
hold your breath for too long, and you’re as dead as a mouth beneath the strength of the tip of your thumb and nob of your index finger.
the mouse, has pissed itself in your hand in fear.
its not stupid.
it knows what you can do to it.
a sharp pinch, then a sting. you realize you’re bleeding. sanguine: it runs down our fingers. the rodent’s speaking out.
"i’m powerful" it warns, "i too can hurt."
you open both your hands up, out flat. as if to offer the rodent to the empty room: to the world.
tasting the freedom, he slowly walks over to the edge.
though omnivores, rodents see two-dimensionally. their depth perception comes from their whiskers (i think). the little thing wiggles its tiny, crushable head left and right, past the end of your hand. he knows he will fall.
he scales around all the edges.
he at one point, he even tests his luck, putting one foot out past your right pinky.
he realizes a way out of your palm.
he doesn’t jump (only humans, lemmings, and cells want to destroy themselves.)
he digs his little mice nails into the back of your hand, clinging on, upside down.
to him, this is a sort of escape.
One of the most haunting opening lines I have ever read must be Plath’s “It was the summer they executed the Rosenbergs”
Here’s Julius and Ethel for you.Tags: #red scare #socialism #sylvia plath #jews #julius and ethel rosenberg #rosenbergs
Schopenhauer pushed a woman down the stairs because he had no regard for other people. Literally. He’s the reason I hate philosophy. He embodies the image of an ivory castle asshole whose never practiced and therefore can’t preach.
He embodies the French Revolutionary idea of what the first estate was: useless. A literally useless man with a poor conception of language and a powerful conception of the world he lived in. All bite and no tongue. Speak he can not.
i imagine his hands and feet to be as soft as, as my grandpa would joke, “a rabbi’s hands” because he has never worked a day in his life.
women, according to him, were meant to obey, as they are frivolous and short-sighted. while reading his work, one might begin to believe he only feels this way because no woman would ever touch his tiny shriveled dick. mainly because women aren’t attracted to muttonchops on potatoes that toot their own horn all day. and who in their right mind would turn down the man who provides the answers to all worldly questions?
there is a reason people attended Hegel’s racist lectures, and not his own.
Oh man, the cultural significance and history rings hard.
Anat was a Sabra,
the daughter of a Sephardic Kibbutznik nurse
and a Yekke lawyer from Bonn.
She fell in love with Khais,
born in a PLO refugee camp in southern Lebanon.
They married in Cyprus.
He almost got arrested living with her family in Ramat Gan,
so she tried wrapping her hair and serving coffee with his family in Hebron
but that didn’t work either.