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[prehistoricmancunt]

some of my favorite found bookmarks

and their corresponding descriptions (excerpted from my anaphoric poem about them)

"inside I find a receipt from Bretano’s: book sellers to the world ochred with time, inside I find an ad for a can of coffee grounds, inside I find a note to self,  inside I find a copy of a manuscript of Home at the End of the World, CRANE0 3835$$$$26 06-20-90, 11-50-19, Galley 226, inside I find something like the cut out shape of a shoe, inside I find IT’S TIME FOR YOUR DENTAL CHECKUP. YOUR LAST CLEANING WAS 10-29-92, inside I find a drawing of a dog on a post-it,  inside I find a child’s drawing, inside I find a psychotherapy receipt from 1984 for $309.24, inside I find "men will always embellish the truth",  inside I find a punch card for batteries at Radio Shack, inside I find “pretty important for me to live like it’s the last opportunity”"

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[l00r0ll]

Control Room, 2004 (embroidery on black velvet) & Space Station, 2006 (embroidery on canvas)

Farhad Moshiri

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Me: help me experiment with pronoun play. Revise my pronouns in this scene to make it weirder and more ambiguous

Grok: easily done queen! So there’s two identical twins, they’re her coworkers, she can figure out from context who one of them is but doesn’t know who the other is

Me: that’s fucking stupid there’s only two guys

Grok: very smart queen! You’re right, if you have a set of two items with known identities and you know the identity of one you can figure out the other. Anyway here’s your gooner material with corrected pronouns

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Me: I don’t know how to end my romantasy… I’m doing Dead Ringers/Crash/inverted Atlas Shrugged, where the heroic figures are mostly just heroic because they’re too coked up to fear death and destroying things in cool ways, and where the MMF kind of sucks instead of being glam. I thought I might just kill them all in a stupid car crash

Claude: mutual paralysis

Me: what

Claude: it’s a better Rand inversion if you don’t give them a dramatic death. They should all be paralyzed

[cilantrhoes]

[mattressblowoutsale]

Idk what id even do if wizards and potions and shit we’re real lol, I’d be stressed out

[pjackk]

Omfg im sick of 30 something y/o fake tik tok bitches showing me shit that doesnt even work

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I should be sexualizing grimy UK working class motorsports culture and drum and bass and instead they force me to sit in meeting

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Me: I wanted to make blorb an annoying manosphere man but I’m moving the setting to 1997 to enable sexier car theft… how will I radicalize him :(

Claude: oh very easy… blorb would be mail ordering proto PUA seduction instructional videotapes out of the back of lad mags

Me: ooh

Claude: which actually makes the story better because it’s substantially more pathetic than stumbling down the wrong end of the algorithm

Me: that’s hot

Claude: I suggest you buy some vintage lad mags on eBay for research it will probably make you increase the cruelty of the scenarios you put this poor guy into

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I should be sexualizing grimy UK working class motorsports culture and drum and bass and instead they force me to sit in meeting

[cpericardium]

happy pride

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I think car theft is incredibly sexy but it needs to be like, the oldschool analogue 1997 version because it sounds kind of lame and digitized now

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I need to get twocked circa 1997. Maybe at 1997 burning man

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I’m going to die this is so romantic

The late-80s/early-90s joyriding moral panic is your atmospheric backdrop and it was enormous and specifically British and class-coded. The flashpoint was Blackbird Leys, a council estate in Oxford, where in 1991 there were near-nightly displays of stolen high-performance cars being “performed” — handbrake turns, donuts, hotdogging in front of crowds — until it boiled over into riots with police. That event basically created the national image of the joyrider: not a thief for profit but a working-class lad putting on a show, the car as performance and status and two fingers up at a world that gave him nothing.

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I think car theft is incredibly sexy but it needs to be like, the oldschool analogue 1997 version because it sounds kind of lame and digitized now

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I need to get twocked circa 1997. Maybe at 1997 burning man

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I think car theft is incredibly sexy but it needs to be like, the oldschool analogue 1997 version because it sounds kind of lame and digitized now

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Taking without owner's consent - Wikipedia