The universe wants to fuck you.
This may sound like a bad thing. By the time you notice it could be a good thing, there’s all this resistance built up that probably should dissolve a bit before we can check out how good of a thing it is.
But just as struggling when the universe fucks you is deeply pointless 1, unbuilding resistance through struggle never got me anywhere.
But to get back to the point: you, me, the universe. Wanna get it oan toniyeeite? That’s what all this talk about ‘the beloved’ is about, yesno? I’m sort of wary of the tendency to not take that word for a too literal image, ’cause it implies that fucking is something to be overcome. We’ll see, but for now, that seems like just another throwback to asceticism.
1) although it might appear sexy to some 2
2) really? who? or even, where?
