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guy who plays albums on mute, it was never really about sound for him as much as feeling a sense of progression through a series of named durations
poem by mosab abu toha pasted to ironwoodfarmny’s truck traveling from Ghent, NY
The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.
today, a severe thursday watch will be in place.
remember everyone...
thursday watch: the conditions for thursday are here, but a thursday incident has not yet been confirmed
thursday warning: thursday has arrived
It's important to remember that "neurotypical" just means "still able to cope with society's demands and expectations well enough to avoid being psychiatrized". It doesn't refer to some idealized super human who doesn't have any problems, doesn't struggle with anything, never does anything weird and who thrives under the status quo.
I have never, and will never, use "ofc" to mean "of fucking course". It literally stands for OF Course...
got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?
One fun thing about learning new languages is reconsidering the structure of words and language in your mother tongue. It seems with each new language I study, I get more little insights into English, either in how it's similar or how it's different.
For example, a couple years ago, while learning Spanish, I encountered the word for a store, "la tienda." I thought "huh, that's a lot like tener (tiene) - the word for store in Spanish literally corresponds to 'to have/keep'. How interesting!"
Then I stopped for a moment, and for the first time in my life, thought about seriously about the meaning of English word for the place where you buy things, "a store."
the losing dogs and i are engaging in insider trading
"All you had to do was pay us enough to live"
Stencils around Melbourne in solidarity with Chamel Abdulkarim, a warehouse worker accused of setting his workplace in California ablaze last month.
something sweetie this way loves
brainwashed/broken into marrying your rival bad end has been bouncing around in my head for a few days atp
empty eyed boyish housewife in a plain dress and an apron who doesn't seem like she's all there when she talks to you
she doesn't really speak much but when she does her voice is the softest thing you've ever heard. she's got a lot of scars covering her body but dresses to cover them and says she doesn't know how she got them. she can't remember much of anything anymore. she spends her days mostly wandering the house and doing chores but occasionally you'll see her walking to the market. one time you got a glimpse down her shirt and she was flat chested with no bra and her nipples were kind of puffy
she got harassed by a group of people on her walk today. they kept calling the name of an unfamiliar boy. one of them forced a sword into her hands and told her to try swinging it, that it might help her remember. it felt awkward and heavy in her hands, and when she tried swinging it it tipped out of her grasp and landed in the dirt. she was on the verge of tears and just kept telling them she just wanted to leave, but they continued trying to lead her away. she was lucky her wife had been close by and heard the commotion, rushing over and embracing her. the group seemed scared of her, for some reason. when they got home she was told she wouldn't be allowed to leave the house alone again for a while, in case they came back. she didn't argue it at all.
mhm, though i do think there's the additional element of humiliation present even if it's not really understood by our victim. in some ways i think it's worse than simply being collared and kept as a pet, stripped of your dignity but still left with the spirit to resist, or the hope that one day you'll be free. like this none of that will exist, you're just an empty husk stripped of "you", married to the only person who could challenge your strength, the one you hated the most. and you're happy, or at least what's left of your mind is. what would your past self think upon seeing the state you're in, i wonder?
really really good addition ty for this
"At least we're getting richer"
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these are getting weird
nice wound. Could use some salt though