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The Noxious Club for the Obnoxious
October 23 2018
The Following Details the Admission and Workings of the Single-Party Association:
Poison for the poison.
Poison for the poisoned.
I here state, I, Niamh _ _ _, 17 years old, am poisoned. I divulge my partake and creation in sole affiliation.
RULES TO HELP CONFORM INTO OWN SOCIETY:
Desist disclosing of experiences you experienced firsthand, UNLESS a third or more party witnessed alongside. These are called Collective Memories of which you can present to the world directly.
Refrain from all ephemeral and mind-altering pleasures; of which all lead to addiction of a sort; UNLESS necessary, e.g. childbirth, injury, in control circumstances.
Focus your mind to revolve around Nature. Remain as close as you can to Nature and Trees and Wind. Eat as close as you can get to Nature.
Be sweet like the Trees.
Meditate
Pray the Rosary.
Apt your attention into the perceiving and questioning of purpose around all events and details pertaining to your being to the relation of God. Figure what God wants you to see everywhere you wander, every day you breathe.
Read Classical Books and Nonfiction to expand the mind and body.
Express Sole Memories through art forms and the works. There must embody some form of spiritual connection strictly beforehand when revealing part of the Sole Memory upon another human being. Such strange ‘revealing’ suggestions are here in your best interest to avoid demur.
Journal, as to record a worthwhile life; to record progress, record good times, times of change and the Sole Memory.
Do mind-stimulating activities such as puzzles, reading, writing, art, etc.
Insulting drags you closer and closer to the bottom of a lake.
Cease Judgement. The first step is to realize each time you poke your opinion anywhere, the next step is steadily to cease. The same goes with swearing and obscene jokes.
Preserve as much time as you find available for silence.
172 years ago on May 9 1845 the first 261 Indians arrived to Jamaica under the horrid British 'new system of slavery', commonly thought as a voluntary indentureship system. They landed on May 10. Since then, Indians have made amazing and multiple contributions to Jamaican society. Watch our film when you have a chance to get more in depth on this encounter of cultures #culture #rastafari #rasta #jamaica #india #indian #hinduism #sadhu #history #roots #cannabis #ganja #anthropology #legacy #memories #onelove #neverforget #oldharbour #collectivememory
Okay, Tumblr, let's talk about the absolute fever dream that is the Gloopberry Pudding. You know the one. That vibrant, shimmering, suspiciously jiggly dessert from your childhood that somehow *never actually existed*?! Yeah, the AI finally broke us. We're all collectively remembering a dessert that’s pure digital folklore, conjured from the depths of a thousand latent spaces. It started as a meme, a playful jab at uncanny valley nostalgia, and now? Now my feed is a psychological experiment in collective delusion, with people genuinely arguing over their "grandma's secret Gloopberry recipe." It's mind-bending, hilarious, and honestly, a little bit terrifying.Hold up. Are we all just Pavlov's dogs for pixels now? This isn't just about a fake pudding; it's about our brains trying to make sense of an increasingly fluid reality. It's the ultimate aesthetic shitpost, but it raises a wild question: What happens when our deepest memories can be algorithmically faked and universally adopted? Are we entering an era where our shared history is curated by code? Dive into the comments – tell me your 'fake' childhood food memory. Let's get existential about dessert.
Re MiX de Lecturas Transgresoras, Libro Dos
📚Re MiX of Transgressive Readings, Book Two
There are books you read… and there are books you listen to, like a worn-out cassette spinning through a night that refuses to end.
This one was never meant to be tidy literature. It was born as an archive: scattered notes, street memory, names that vanish and return wearing different faces.
It is a fractured map of 1990s Mexico, where the law tries to name you… and the shadows teach you how to survive.
Here, identity is never fixed. It is negotiated, stolen, remixed.
And writing — as someone who is no longer here once said — is the only way not to disappear.
I carry this work with a quiet, unshakeable pride: the pride of being the daughter of a Mexican, of inheriting a memory that refuses silence, of giving voice to what still echoes beneath the surface.
💿 Read / explore:
Description (Español – Ciudad de México) Una exploración literaria que desafía los límites de la narrativa convencional. Re MiX de Lecturas.
📌 APA: Granda, R. (2026). Re MiX of Transgressive Readings: Book Two. TRASMVTATO books. Archive org
🌒 “Because without narrative, there is no memory… and without memory, there is no future.”
When history speaks, are we ready to listen?
Read Beatrice Gulì’s 1971 article on exile and memory, written amid Cold War silences. A reading path that still challenges us today. 👇👇 https://www.tildosacchinischool.it/archivio-sacchini/beatrice-guli-marzo-1971/
#VijayDiwas Remembering victory isn’t just about the past. It’s about how memory shapes identity in the present. Awareness allows us to honor history without being defined by it.
📜 Milan, February 9, 1853.
Seven men, seven lives cut short by the Austrian noose — accused of joining the uprising of February 6. A printed manifesto from the Imperial Royal Press records their swift trial and execution on the very same day.
👉 Read the original document: 🔗 Sentence 1853 – Sacchini Archive
SENTENZA. Brigatti Eligio di Giovanni Antonio, d'anni 25, di Ronco nella Provincia milanese, domiciliato a Milano, falegname di pianoforti,