But I live in England. impossible. I've heard every single possible weird and wacked out sound the artificial can make. ok, i haven't, but why didn't nietzsche think about machines, the retro aristocratic fetishising idiot?
I guess it's possible to fall in love in lancashire. very homogenous crowd, very white, very racist because they just ... don't know black and brown people. I don't think that's good though. doesn't geographical inbreeding ultimately lead to these condescending manners of the English?
all this learning to love yourself is besides the point though isn't it? otherwise love songs wouldn't be written about how you cannot be without so and so. if you truly loved yourself, that wouldn't be an issue because you'd find someone else. but this is the socially conditioned innocence isn't it.
Psst, don't tell luka, but love's an illusion. It's all brain chemicals. It's your dna that gets horny, not you. It wants to spread itself far and wide. Love is an illusion.
I can't square this patty. you wouldn't be listening to as much machine music as me if you weren't in love. you're into azameuth and gilles peterson. you're the last bastion of love remaining. west london. you're still dignified working class. me and luke are pure proletarians. we have no working class culture to lay claim to. it's dead. we're just cogs in a machine.
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