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I'm on that existential bullshit right now and it's not going away. So, I'm just going to plunge head first into philosophy and verbosity to try to act like I'm fine when in reality I'm panicking at the mere notion of existing in a universe that has time.
This post was published in All That Is Left Issue 001 as “Syndicalism.” While a sentiment of anti-authoritarianism born of a distaste for corporatism and other modern manifestations of centralized capitalist governments lends itself quite cleanly to the ideas of anarchism, what is not immediately clear is how, in an anarchist system, the resources necessary for the survival of all people will be both produced and distributed, or how a society following this ideal could...
This report needs a real breakdown from an experienced political analyst that isn’t just some neoliberal corporate sellout, but as I’m me and I’ve not slept in something like 24 hours now, I don’t feel qualified to do this. However, perhaps because I have not slept, or perhaps because I do believe it to be necessary, I want to write a quick piece about the false idea of praxis that is described in this “report.”...
After much consideration of different manners of creating a design for the People’s Virtual Front that would represent the intent of the project as a whole, I had the idea of attempting to create a hammer and sickle with lines and circular terminals to give the appearance of a printed circuit board. While I do agree that to some extent the hammer and sickle is overused, the goal of this project is to provide a...
This post was published as Scene 10 of Thelma & Louise 2: Army of Darkness FADE IN: EXT. MORNING - The place where they were camping The trio is sleeping, CORN begins to bloat a bit as the sun rays from the fresh sunrise filter through the trees that are probably there. This awakens CORN. CORN Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Damn it. Fuck. Oh my god. What the fuck. Holy shit. God damn it. Fucking fuck...
This post was published as Scene 10 of Sonic’s Last Adventure CUT TO: EXT. EVENING - Large empty meadow THE COROLLA rolls along the highway, a shot from above would do well here. A breeze sweeps across the plains of golden wheat or some other grass. Either way this is a very calm scene, comfortable and quaint. CUT TO: EXT. EVENING - In front of a small house We see a small white house, one...
One night, when I was about ten (10) or so, I found myself laying on my bed, just scared of it all. While that bed had originally been the top bunk of a bunk bed I had shared with my younger brother, it had been moved across the room. I think the carpet was blue, I’m sure there are pictures somewhere but I honestly don’t care that much and I don’t think I ever will....
This post was published as Scene 9 of The Muppets Yakuza INT. NIGHT - BASEMENT-ESQUE ROOM It’s really dark, like, really pushing the dynamic range on them cinema-grade cameras that cost as much as my college tuition kind of dark, people in the theaters will be complaining about the glare but the content will be so good they’ll forget all their gripes. The room consists mostly of concrete, blood stuffing stained concrete everywhere. Also, it’s...
y r u crying? im not crying yes u r y r u crying? im literally not yes u r y do u keep insisting that im crying when im not bc if i believe it mb itll come true
This is a collection of .txt files that aren’t long enough to rationalize each being archived on its own. About half of the files of this sort were written in these two days. Files in alphabetical order: 2017-02-22 07:27 alignment.txt 2017-02-22 07:41 breathe.txt 2017-02-22 07:10 concern.txt 2017-02-22 04:35 how are you.txt 2017-02-22 04:24 hug me.txt 2017-02-23 03:19 i swear im sorry.txt 2017-02-23 03:29 manipulation.txt 2017-02-22 07:34 pity.txt 2017-04-28 13:18 satisfied.txt 2017-02-23 10:01 screen.txt 2017-02-22 07:19...