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“Kant’s argument for his Formula of Humanity […] started from the fact that when we make a choice we must regard its object as good. […] He asked what it is that makes these objects good, and, rejecting one form of realism, he decided that the goodness was not in the objects themselves. Were it not for our desires and inclinations — and for the various physiological, psychological, and social conditions which gave rise to those desires and inclinations — we would not find their objects good. Kant saw that we take things to be important because they are important to us — and he concluded that we must therefore take ourselves to be important. In this way, the value of humanity itself is implicit in every human choice.”

— Christine M. Korsgaard, The Sources of Normativity

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Crisis

crisis makes the best poetry

torn hair from follicles and tainted sleeves

red drawn in lines, in pleas and warnings

"don't you dare remove this placement"

buzzer at the roots of grown-out strands

back in the turning spiral

crisis makes good poetry.

removed and moving spools of soothing

left for death and robbed of heated breath

destroyed and made remaining

crisis makes good poetry.

but does it really ?

brain not working, moving, hearing

neurons turning tail and running

facing void and joining death with brethren

milligrams far higher than the dose

hair cut and torn and mended

bleeding onto breathing pages, tainted sleeves

can crisis make good poetry ?

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halfway

what’s meant for me will find me yes but I also have to meet it halfway and encourage it to happen so it does

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Rise up people! Vote BLUE.

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Don't let Republicans lie to you.

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OMG I don't know wether to laugh or cry because this is spot on!!!

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💯💯💯💯💯💯

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Worth blogging everyday...Vote As If...

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Snoop Dogg

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Every accusation is a confession. #Projection101

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ur mcm wakes up , it is 3 o clock pm. he rolls over on his twin sized mattress which is on the floor n grabs his weed pipe he got at the indian store. he proceeds to try n hit a bowl w absolutely nothing innit except hopes n dreams. after inhaling some hot air he proceeds to cough for exactly 16 seconds straight. finally collecting himself he sits up and winces in pain as the dried semen from last nights onlyfans session cracks and pulls the small hairs on his tummy. he grabs his samsung milky way x2 from 2013 off his cigarette ash stained nightstand n opens fb. "quarantine or not the grind dont stop , ima chase a bag till they put me in the dirt omm 💯💯" he posts , completely satisfied w his first fb flex of the day. he goes n peeks in his moms room , thrilled that she is in fact still at work. he walks over to her dresser and rummages thru it collecting $10 in loose change , an ativan , and 3 pall mall ultra light menthol 100's. he lights one immediately. "todays gonna be a good day" he thinks to himself. it was in fact not a good day. he walked a mile away to the nearest convenient store to meet up w his weed man and while sitting outside on the curb a homeless man came up and asked him for a cigarette. he was feeling generous due to his earlier collection of the $10 in change so he reached in his pocket and pulled out the cigarette case which contained the aforementioned pall malls and the $10 bill he had exchanged his change for. upon seeing the $10 bill tucked into the plastic on the cigarette box the homeless man proceeded to snatch the entire pack out of ur mcm's hands and take off in a full , u-could-never-ever-catch-him crackhead sprint. ur mcm started to chase him but after seeing the absolute fukn acceleration that man had produced he stopped in his tracks , defeated. moments later the weed man pulled up only to see ur mcm holding back tears. ur mcm walked up to his driver side window w tears in his eyes and proceeded to tell him what had just happened in hopes he might get a sympathy gram. he did not. the weed man laughed in his face , slapped him for wasting his time , then called him a bitch and told him not to ever contact him again. an attractive young woman , having seen these events transpire from inside the store , walked out and laughed in ur mcm's face while walking to her nissan altima. ur mcm walked back home w his head down and once within range of his home wifi he opens fb again. "real bosses take a L and bounce back 🚫🎩 #BusinessMind #Entrepeneur" he types. he takes a deep breath and clicks post before putting his phone back into his pocket. the microwave dings as he takes his offbrand ham n cheese hot pocket out. it is still frozen in the middle.