#sylveposting
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I've discovered a certain spice blend I'm adding to absolutely everything. Ginger, nutmeg, and cinnamon. Sometimes a clove or two and a sprinkle of cardamom. I'm a fiend.
#iced coffee..tea...wine...doesn't matter to me!#I'm having a delightful time with the rich flavoring itself.#sylveposting
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Things Sylvester likes/I associate with him (im hyperfixated on him.)
Birds (bird symbolism, bird imagery, bird species)
Poetry/Literature (especially of the darker nature)
Philosophy (the nature of existence and the human condition within it)
Physics + Quantum Physics (especially when in relation to philosophy)
Psychology/Human values and how it ties into anthropology
Feminism (LOL)
Gold jewelry, decor, the general art deco aesthetic and, for lack of a better word, "steampunk" topics?
late 1890s, 1910s, 1920s, and early 1930s (throw in a sprinkle of the 60s and 70s)
Winged insects
Bourbon, whiskey, hot tea especially when spiced
The decline of sanity into barely clinging to the hinges of being composed
The artistic form of the human body (with an underlying itch of wanting desperately to violently tear it apart)
Cats
the concept of radio, early cars, trains, and telephones
las vegas (casinos, theatre, gambling, showgirls) (is especially platonically fond of showgirls and their artistry) (would show up backstage to admire their costuming if he could)
violin, orchestra, jazz
a deeply complex relationship with god (does not believe in one, still blames one for all his suffering, partial to the literary depiction of a contradictory or cruel god, often fools people into believing he is devout in a way though he does not really discuss any true worship or admiration for god)
a contradictory value of life and a complete disregard for its sanctity. would go hunting, mutters undirected prayers to whatever will hear him for forgiveness, looks at a dead body with horror and intense interest and bloodlust. can barely control his violent tendencies and will feel guilty he has them, let alone the mental anguish of if he acted upon them
a deep desire to physically consume people as a form of intimacy. not cannibalism for the sake of cannibalism but moreso "i want you to watch me eat you alive"
typical interest in theology and cults ("catholic" guilt boy)
sables! the animal!
often terrified of an existence of a consciousness within a body, will self harm in an attempt to "claw his way out" of his own body, cannot reconcile materialism vs spiritualism in a way that matters, will get highly irritated around people who believe in spiritualism but is able to tolerate it (manners, manners)
speaking of manners, ethics. deeply tortured with the ethics of all his actions. also often contradictory, too stringent on some things, too loose on others
drugs, dissociation, and anything that would separate him from his body - would be a psychonaut were he not so careful to never be discovered with this vulnerability
cigarettes (in private), deeper scents like that of tobacco and incense
persian art and architecture
toffee and those disgusting little candies people put out but no one ever eats
magazines and picture collages
The printing press, however he still perceives handwriting as the superior means of documentation
The concept of nuclear fallout and older experimentation with WMDs
The Fin de Siecle
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I'm not sure If some part of me I don't have the words for yet would be considered a truth of the universe. I'm know for certain that is the wishful thinking of my human desires. I don't presume to know. I know the atoms that make me up will return, I know the energy will, but that will be me so far translated into other means of existence that I'm not sure it would be considered me at all. There is no line for where I start and end beyond what I can physically be, right now, what the electrical pulses in my brain can possible configure into and no further than that. Every desire, every fear is so intrinsically linked to my biochemistry that even this, even here and now, this is so disgustingly human I can't help but shudder. I wish I could believe that consciousness transcends the body, but that is the same wish that inspires religions and rolls the ball back down into human degeneracy and ego.
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my view of myself from the experience of my dpdr and my philosophical beliefs are so water and oil that it physically hurts. its not something i can reconcile and it leaves me so disturbed.
#sylveposting#THIS is what i mean when i talk about sylvester#im not edgelording about him i am just in an extreme state of dread about my existance#THAT is him#my eyes are literally twitching
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my gender is whatever will graham has going on
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how it feels knowing everything surrounding labels and identity is culture and thus subjective
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Sylvester is now begging to have us cut our hair but we all know he secretly loves crossdressing. He quite literally chose a peafowl theme for our dress later this month and called it "swell" that he fits within the peacock's gender roles.
#he also made us dress like a 40s singer the other day with the pincurls and everything#CROSSDRESSER FAG#he just enjoys the arts#sylveposting
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shocking. the guy with chronic dissociation/depersonalization/disembodiment issues is scared of the relationship between body and mind.
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Our existence is about as real as your sight when you look out of your arm. It is all a lack of existence, not black. It isn't emptiness, it's void. You keep trying to think of it as a thing. That is the opposite of what it is.
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137. 137 is a truth of the universe. 137 is a truth of a universe we've translated through so many filters that none of us can figure out what it means. Of course we can't understand the fucking constant, it's filtered through base ten counting, a belief in fractions, through numerical means of writing, through something so engrained in our humanity that the only reason we count like this is because we have ten fucking fingers. Do you see the ego? Do you see how we presume everything revolves around us? Is it even reasonable to assume that it has meaning at all, or does it really have a meaning past our humanity into a fundamental truth? Not even the constants are constant over long enough time, everything is changing and faster than we'd like to admit. There is nothing truly real, least of all through the lens we filter everything through.
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I want to tear myself out of my body. I want to believe there is some inherent truth to the universe in a language I don't speak, that no one speaks, that isn't spoken, because I can just barely think that I know a few things about it only to crash back down and be unable to distinguish in words what that would be. There is no conscious outside a dialogue, there is no dialogue without input, there is no input without a means of transmission. I am a radio. The truth of the universe is every radiowave all at once. Without the radio, the radiowaves still exist, but with no tools to speak it out for me to understand. I can't understand it without manipulating it, altering it so that it fits the extremely limited constraints of all of human language, vocabulary, description...limiting myself to one frequency out of the hundreds, out of the fractions I can't split further. I'm so. I'm spiraling.
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unfortunately sylvester immediately fronted to thirst over that one scene where hannibal stops a victim's bleeding by fixing his wound. taking off his jacket beforehand. rolling up his sleeves. mm..
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im watching hannibal because ive been told hannibal lecter is sylvester coded and im surprisingly leaning more towards sylve being more will coded. I mean, lecter is definitely in there, but sylve is more...desperate than that. he's barely clinging to his hinges.
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