Marx realizing he can't fit "book-writing" into his already packed schedule of drinking and sleeping all day :walter-breakdown:
drinking is hard work and that sleeping all day makes it even harder when you don't even get good sleep
Marx: I would proclaim, in response to the images that you showed me, that there is a certainty; the certainty that this shit is fucking crazy but so hilarious.
"well you see in a few decades there will be an art movement called dada, which will use absurdism and irrationality to respond to the hollow artifice of bourgeoisie culture.
Decades later we will attain technologies that allow for the instantaneous transmission of messages, which when employed in rapid succession will transmit moving images and accompanying captured sound, akin to displaying multiple photographs with minor variation in quick succession with accompanying narration.
Modern dadaists of our age will frequently copy these sequences, produced by the Bourgeoisie as an opiate against dissatisfaction, and apply such editing as to make them protests and parodies via absolute irrationality distorting the original themes and symbols.
This one is called "Pickle Rick Big Fart (gone sexual)"
Yeah if we're time travelling, my first stop is 2007 to grab a pallette of these.
If you could give him óne book of Marxist theory, which would it be? Can't give anything else - just the book.
The realization that he wrote all those polemics for nothing and Lassalle, Proudhon and Bernstein got the last laugh
Wretched of The Earth. Either that or one of Lenin's works where he attacks Kautsky a lot so that Marx could tell Engels not to hang out with that nerd.
Me: haha oh you're marx? That's wild man. I named my dog based on a pun of your name.
"BEHOLD! BE NOT AFRAID! I have traveled through the failures of Causality to give you a missive from the future!"
... "Oh dang, kinda awkward. It just says to wash your grody penis"
