infinite pleasure

Each time I think about vibration and sociality, I keep thinking of Michel Foucault’s interview, published in English in 1981, “Friendship As a Way of Life.” In the interview, two things stand out to me. Of friends, he says, “They have to invent, from A to Z, a relationship that is still formless, which is friendship: that is to say, the sum of everything through which they can give each other pleasure,” and that “What we must work on, it seems to me, is not so much to liberate our desires but to make ourselves infinitely more susceptible to pleasure.” Both these are very important to me because susceptibility implies a kind of vulnerability, an openness, a belief in existence as radically undone, unhinged, unruly. It casts existence as interstitial, as a circuit always waiting to be closed. This closure comes through friendship, which is another way to say sociality, another way to think vibration. The inventive impulse of friendship is in that it is not institutionally informed. People entering into such a relation must be committed to figuring out what that mode of existence will be, how they will behave, what rules to establish by which to abide. Isn’t the establishment, the dance and play of sociality, grounded in vibration, in how we move with and against each other? Doesn’t such vibration open us up to disidentificatory fugitive choreographic-sonic force? Seems to me that friendship is one such thing we are constantly after in the Otherwise, a mode of constituting otherwise ways of being in the world.
—  Ashon Crawley

So, I used to watch Sherlock and am now watching Elementary, I’ve got to note that the latter is infinitely more pleasurable and interesting to watch. It’s got a diverse cast, good writing, and it will never leave you for a four year “hiatus.” I also have yet to see them fridge a woman to insight manpain and they have a turtle.

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simulacra produce the mirage of a false infinite in the images which they form. They give birth to the double illusion of an infinite capacity for pleasure and an infinite possibility of torment - this mixture of avidity and anguish, of cupidity and culpability, which is so characteristic of the man of religion. It is particularly with the third and swiftest species, the phantasms, that one witnesses the development of the illusion and the myths which accompany it.
—  Gilles Deleuze, The Logic of Sense (277)

As a person who loves tea, one of my biggest, saddest pet peeves is that myth about how drinking green tea will help you lose weight somehow, which, like all weight loss tricks, is not even close to true and stupid and exploitative. And it results in thousands of women desperately shelling out cash and forcing themselves to drink ghastly concoctions of grassy, bitter leaf soup, because neither they nor any barista in any mainstream coffee shop is actually capable of making tea, all for nothing, because it doesn’t work. It’s only the caffeine, ladies!! You’d get the same “fat burning” results from a cup of coffee or Diet Coke, both of which are infinitely more pleasurable than a badly-made cup of green tea. I see a woman ordering a green tea at Starbucks and I want to run over and clasp her hands and beg her to be more merciful to her own self.

Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Such striving may seem admirable, but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples and pears. Show them how to cry when pets and people die. Show them the infinite pleasure in the touch of a hand. And make the ordinary come alive for them. The extraordinary will take care of itself.
—  William Martin

Do not ask your children

to strive for extraordinary lives.

Such striving may seem admirable,

but it is a way of foolishness.

Help them instead to find the wonder

and the marvel of an ordinary life.

Show them the joy of tasting

tomatoes, apples and pears.

Show them how to cry

when pets and people die.

Show them the infinite pleasure

in the touch of a hand.

and make the ordinary come alive for them.

The extraordinary will take care of itself.

—  35. Make the Ordinary Come Alive, William  Martin
Frighten me? Yes you do frighten me. You act as though we will be together for ever. You act as though there is infinite pleasure and time without end. How can I know that? My experience has been that time always ends. In theory you are right, the quantum physicists are right, the romantics and the religious are right. Time without end. In practice we both wear a watch.
—  Written on the body by Jeanette Winterson
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Gravity Falls || Stanford Pines/Stanley Pines || 414
notes: Written for this prompt list. The prompt was good morning kiss.
¶ Also available on AO3.
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Stan inhales sharply as the scream of his alarm startles him to wakefulness at three forty-five in the morning. It shrills once—twice—three times before Stan is cognizant enough to sit up, reach over, and jab the off button.

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INFINITE - Tell Me & Gee

Just saw a gifset of this and HAD to put the whole video on display.
Everything about this is perfection.
So…for your infinite pleasure, I present: 

INFINITE performing Tell Me & Gee

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" The grey rainbow "

I glimpsed you in a day of darkness and sorrow,a day of desolation and despair.I was roaming the sky that was raising me in spirals and loopings of ecstasy when you started to be first an undedined spot but started to grow and grow becoming a scenery of power and majesty before my very eyes,eyes that only saw you between a dream and the horizon.
I glimpsed you in the place that we both exorcise our fears,appeases love with no time,without term ,where we are subjugated by the power of the wind without loosing the lighthouse which enlighted our nights…
I glimpsed you with fear ,with madness,with all my being and I surrendered myself tou your knight’s ballads of ancient times wielding his sword on my honour in any tournament between the remote time and the timeless…
I glimpsed over the deserts and castles which hid our secret,secret buried in tombs where creeping animals knew the key…
I glimpsed you in an infinite dream of pleasure,of lust mixed with flesh and spirit fighting for its place among the sands that plagued us and showed us the way…
I glimpsed where the waters make love between the slippery and slimy rocks only watched by our light and I ran to you everyday just for you make me born in the hills …
I glimpsed you as the one who would write History with me,turning the world our theatre and scenario,where the caves,the mint,the dunes ,your game,my game would only unveiled when one day would be touched in a gush of clean waters which flood us surrounded our hearts..this rainy day of joy would turn us better,would make of us an example but yet no..i glimpsed you so wrong,so wrong in time ,I shuffled your face,only glimpsed the black knight only the shadow of what you could be …
I glimpsed you with an open and clean soul,I threw myself with my wings for you and you dropped me into the abyss,you turned your back when the shadow of the storm marked you and do not let the light of our beacon alerts the sea,alerts the dream ,in spiral and falling to my death to the bottom of the sea extended there as a statue of salt,lifeless lying there forever without your call but you raised from the ashes to go back to them as a grey rainbow leaving the battle that you no longer wanted to win…
The glimpse was just a dream ,a metaphor of what it could be ,now a veil blackened my life and will never get out of the mist of the salt and the middle of the sand I will be forever waiting for your sign,sign that I know will never come !

Kyrah