each breath comes from a fragile throat with no armoring
the exchange of fluids with my environment—heavier, lighter, balanced, swollen, expelled, endless calibration
the intense immense pressure of thought, consciousness centred tightly around the top of my body, all my thoughts radiating from one point
i feel insane for not being distributed, for having all my chaotic thoughts knotted around a single physical substrate
“Until the late 19th century, imprisonment alone was not regarded in Britain as a punishment, at least not by those imposing it.
Anyone unfortunate enough to have no money for food, and no one to bring it in for him, simply died of starvation.
Robert Hughes writes that jailors assumed the right to chain prisoners with as many iron fetters as they chose, charging for their removal one at a time, the so-called “trade of chains,” a practice that survived into the 1790s.
In the Bishop of Ely’s prison, prisoners unable to pay for “easement of irons” were chained to the floor on their backs, with a spiked collar around the neck and heavy iron bars over the legs, until they somehow found the money.
Prisoners were regularly beaten with a “bull’s pizzle,” a whip made from a bull’s penis, or tortured with thumbscrews and a skullcap, a vice for the head that weighed 12 lb (5.4 kg). What often finished them off was being forced to lie in the Strong Room, a windowless shed near the main sewer, next to cadavers awaiting burial, of which there was a plentiful supply.
Bliss was left in the Strong Room for three weeks wearing a skullcap (a heavy vice for the head), thumb screws, iron collar, leg irons, and irons round his ankles called sheers. One witness said the swelling in his legs was so bad that the irons on one side could no longer be seen for overflowing flesh. His wife, who was able to see him through a small hole in the door, testified that he was bleeding from the mouth and thumbs. He was given a small amount of food but the skullcap prevented him from chewing; he had to ask another prisoner, Susannah Dodd, to chew his meat for him. He was eventually taken to the sick ward, and died a few months later.“
The elevator suddenly stopped believing.
All the doors were hungry.
Several people went missing, often.
i’ve changed my mindaboutkilling you
we have achieved online what we have achieved offline, a complacency that marginalizes and threatens women in favor of jokes
if only there was a meme i could use to convince people that threatening women was wrong
if only there was a meme i could use to convince people that i deserve to live
when is it justifiable to threaten women with violence. when is it justifiable to follow those people. when is it justifiable to retweet those people on my timeline.
the stalkers and predators have learned a valuable tactic, which is, of course, to call themselves feminists
this works because people are stupid enough to see words as the real thing.
i’m going to write AXE on a piece of paper and touch you with the paper and you’re gonna die
wait, i shouldn’t say stupid. some of these people have been through so much, tried so hard to escape from the patriarchy that the idea of their sanctuaries being toxic is hard to get around.
but most of them are just too lazy to look around.
slowly my eyeballs swivel around and you see that they’re eggs, about to hatch
You wake up late at night to the sound of an ice cream truck. Everyone else is missing.
You open the door to the basement. It’s really the attic…
i hate cruelty
one of the most terrible things to learn in life is that not everything is part of a system of compensations
the desire to have your friends live and not die
the insupportable ethos of wishing to live
it is an unbearable violence to use words correctly, it is destructive to life in a very real and immediate way
the human brain is made out of meat that can be poked, prodded, shocked, torn, slammed, thudded, born this or that way, dropped, smacked,
how many people have sat around and considered the idea of the human brain being beaten as it loses coherence and intelligence
can any of us call ourselves Mega HUmans unless we consider that idea
grrr! grrrr! the human brain! what’s that do again?