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we're not kids anymore.
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Iron blocks with pointed ends: vintage anvils.
joe biden voice and americans we're wantin to eat that bok choy! you hear me?
"Herabhängender Zweig mit roten und grünen Tomaten", Christian Rohlfs, 1906. Watercolour.
waittttt i could eat handfuls upon handfuls of sand and small gravel
Fir Forest (1901) by Gustav Klimt
when i was in elementary school they took us to this camp thing for a few days, to teach us nature. we played a game where we simulated an ecosystem, i was paired with a girl in the class and we were assigned as a monogamous pair of prey animals. i think the game was pretty simple, we had to run away from predators and go to the centre of the playing area to mate and get points or something.
it was snowy, the forest was sparse, probably young, encroached on by agricultural land. probably corn for cow feed and ethanol, maybe soybeans, i don't know, they grew all kinds of stuff growing up but i never paid attention, i mostly cared about computer. also, it was probably pine. but the forests of where i grew up, unlike the forests where i live now, seemed even sparser in winter when the pine needles turned brown and fell on the ground and the sunlight pulled out the orange from the tree bark.
it looked like this. i moved far away. things are different here, it rains all the time, everything is green and alive and covered in moss and rust. in one hundred years of solitude it rains for four years and fish swim in the air into the house. i miss those days walking in these forests when everything was red and white and dead and silent and stupid and cold and i didn't know what was going on and my parents were mad at me and i didn't know how many more kilometres we had to walk, who even knows where, i was always being dragged somewhere, i wanted to go back to the computer and learn about programming languages. i don't even own mittens anymore
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i gotta stop having arguments in my head while im working it makes me so mad i can barely enjoy my northern chinese style sandwich with shredded pork, cilantro, scallion, and green peppers on a flakey and light bun
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My new theory is the enduring popularity of 'Lenin Good;Stalin Bad' pseudo-apologetics for the USSR is downstream of the fact that early soviet union produced art and cultural artifacts that are like, good. Aesthetically speaking.
And then you have twenty years of military marches and baby's first romantic nationalist schlock. Just not a very flattering comparison.
one of the most eye-rolling trends on this website is people talking up how woke their sexual preferences are. you can't scroll for five minutes here without seeing someone patting themselves on the back for their heroic role in the feminist struggle because they like hairy pussy
who up perceiving and reacting to stimulus
That is. a great username. The first thing I saw upon opening tumblr. Thank you.
Woah. They werenāt kidding organisms will perceive and react to stimulus.
*trying to come up with rules for my new society after successfully leading the revolution* why donāt we just repurpose 5e
Bridget Riley.Ā Coloured Greys III, 1972
by Judith Lauand, 1967
>game is based on occult stuff
>they interpret it wong
> works of historically central occultist are based on occult stuff
> they interpret it wrong
It never FUCKING ends
The hoax took place in Florence in about 1409... The victim was a carpenter named Manetto, known as Il Grasso, "the Fat Man." Manetto specialized in carving ebony and owned a shop in the Piazza San Giovanni, not far from Filippo [Brunelleschi]'s house. He was prosperous and good-natured, but one day had the misfortune of incurring Filippo's ire after missing a social gathering. Never one to resist retaliation, Filippo resolved to exact his revenge for this perceived slight by persuading a wide cast of characters to convince Manetto that he had metamorphosed into someone else.... As Manetto closed his shop one evening, Filippo went to his house near the cathedral, picked the lock, slipped inside, and barred the door behind him. When Manetto arrived a few minutes later, he rattled the door and then, to his alarm, heard what sounded like his own voice (in fact, Filippo doing an impersonation) ordering him to go away. This impersonation was so convincing that eh retreated in bewilderment into the Piazza San Giovanni. There he met Donatello, who inexplicably addressed him as Matteo, and shortly afterward a bailiff, who likewise hailed him as Matteo and then promptly arrested him for debt. He was taken to the Stinche prison, where his name was entered in the jail book as Matteo. Even his fellow prisoners--all of them party to Filippo's prank--addressed him by this alien name. The carpenter spent a sleepless night, fretting over events but solacing himself with the thought that he was merely a victim of mistaken identity. This comfort evaporated the next morning when two strangers--the brothers of the real Matteo--arrived at the prison and claimed him as their kin. They paid his debt and liberated him, though not before chastising him for his supposed gambling and profligate living. More bewildered now than ever, he was escorted to Matteo's home on the other side of Florence, near Santa FelƬcita, where his protests that he was not Matteo, but Manetto, appeared to fall on deaf ears.... He was then put to sleep with a potion supplied by Filippo and carried, unconscious, back across the river to his own home. He was laid on his bed in a reversed position, with his head at the foot and his feet at the head. Awakening many hours later, the poor carpenter was confused not merely by his position on the bed but also by the disarray of his house, for his tools had been completely rearranged. His perplexity grew with the arrival of Matteo's brothers... greeting him as Manetto and relating the curious story of how the previous evening their brother Matteo conceived the fantastic notion that he was someone else. The story was soon confirmed by Matteo himself--the real one--who arrived at Manetto's house to describe his puzzling dream of having been a carpenter. The disarray of the house was explained by the fact that in his dream Matteo noticed how his tools were out of order and in need of rearrangement.
Source: Brunelleschi's Dome, Ross King
What the hell was going on in 15th-century Florence. You miss a party and get elaborately mindfucked by a pissed-off goldsmith and his buddy Donatello. Manetto ended up moving to Hungary over this and who can blame him
āitās not like I WANT to appear weak when Iām actually strong or anything like that. Hrmph!ā - Sun Tsun