/lit/ - Literature

Xenofascist Xenomasculism when

My life is at such an interestection.
Between not having a life and having one. Between both the upper (elite colleges, great careers) and absolute lowest classes of society.

She wants to have space so I give it to her. I go out to see my loser friend. He is in a literally dilapidated mobile home doing coke with the guy that lives there.
The guy is 23 and completely lost from society due to drug induced schizophrenia. He actually has a twin brother that is more normal which is interesting. I do acid and hangout with them and talk about how I can help make his place un-dilapidated so he isn’t evicted in April. The idiot is barely listening. It’s insane that the people in that house (a grandma, an uncle, and a nephew with anger problems - as well as one of the twins. The normal twin lives elsewhere) are essentially just barreling toward the abyss.

I Am.
In Being, I feel pleasure and I feel pain. The clear imperative is toward pleasure.

My existence spans more than just this moment, so the imperative is toward a net pleasure rather than sacrificing net pleasure for pleasure in the moment.

Power is how I can best give myself pleasure. Money is the most tangible form of power, though people are the biggest source of power.