Götterdämmerung @Gotterdammerung@glitch.social

Drew this as an ad for the next book from Pood Paw Prints. Kaeli the goddess from Pantheon is scratching her new pet the cacodaemon POOD. And yes that's Abraham Lincoln behind the throne. They are the three protagonists of the first three books of PPP:
The Pood
Abe 2.0
Pantheon

Then again. Christianity is Jesus Christ's two thousand years revenge on us for not having died on a sofa.

Yeah we all have our crosses to bear but only those who recognize their size can pass through doors.

Fun Fact. When you are feeling lucid, clear-eyed and rational, people always ask if you're drunk.

About to paint the town red with a war buddy, deep in the heart of Trumplandia

We read according to an undeclared handicap system, to the specific _needs_ of the author. We meet the novelists a little way, the poets at least halfway, the translated posts three quarters of the way; the postmoderns we pick up at the station in their wheelchairs. - Don Paterson

Anomie is our condition; anomia, our curse; and anomaly, our fate.

Annihilated cousin Jacob at NBA 2K18 despite his attempts at sabotage by hitting the pause button whenever I was making a move

Instead of defending against ennui, we put up with it and get used to it until we can no longer do without it.
#boredom

We grasp far more things in boredom than working because effort is fatal to meditation.
#Boredom

Against stupidity even I struggle in vain...

Recent thinkers like Richard Rorty and Alexander Nehamas argued that we are better off giving up philosophy for Art or literature. The counter-argument by Bruce Ellis Benson claims that this was decadence, that what made philosophy decadent is the same thing that made art or religion decadent. The escape from one to another did not solve anything. In Ellis' words, "de-cadence" is the falling out of rhythm with life.

My mind has discovered contradiction & my soul, delirium; my body, frenzy. I'm trying to invent new irrealities & escape a too boring universe

@Gotterdammerung
Contestant número uno: a Rich socialite who knows a little too much about everything. Claims she can find me online

Contestant número dos: a vivacious interpreter from a private school who wants me to draw her in the buff. Several of my friends are on her radar

Contestant número tres: a social justice warrior who loves art museums. But she lives in San Diego for the moment...

Decisions decisions decisions

Had a great time last night at the fundraiser for a film. Three beautiful and ambitious ladies have entered the ring. All very different from one another.

Is a summer fling in the cards? 🤔

Chewing foil party

LASTWORDISM: What fools do when they haven't said enough.

At this wretched hive of scum and villainy known as the local post office. Makes the DMV look like a nightclub