I look like a Great Value brand post malone that some old lady picked up from a kill shelter

Minus the raw bull testicles

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If now is not the time, develop your skills and build networks yourself. And integrate with the right body at the right time. There is always work we can do.

ML spaces helped me out of my depression and proto suicidality, the world and its future are a lot brighter now that its not “every major country is evil, all good things fail, there is no hope”

Best wishes

adds totally shoegaze amounts of reverb digitally after agonizing to have zero irl reverb

Sugar --> azucar --> al sukar

Exactly, like “bless you” or “goddammit” or “what the hell” or “jesus christ”; religious origins but more regional than religious or even racial

Even the clothes in a closet are solid, breaking up hard flat big surfaces alone does wonders

PIRACY AND THINGS

If youre an audio purist “audiophile” or whatever. They dont stop all the frequencies that real foam would, in fact some people particularly dont like them. But if youre okay with a mid-fi experience and youre not agonizing over the details, egg. Cartons with whats it called…cotton in the dips will do you good breaking up all those corners and flat hard surfaces

Fucking amazing!!!

Overdeveloped answer but:

MASHALLAH 💜💜💜

You gotta push past the introversion urge to get to the best moments of socializing!!

Lucid dreaming and astral projection and contact of the 5th kind and bad drugs and occult practices led to paranormal experiences and negative experiences with sleep and dreaming which led to me smothering my dreams and training myself to instantly wake up if i begin dreaming. Since those years, i have slowly tip toed around dreaming again, i can tell i still have reflexive safe guards that dampen my dreaming ability.

If you want to dream more, one tried and tested trick people have learned: when you do dream, make sure to take note of it immediately, tell someone about it immediately. Preferably both vocally and in writing. Over time this will lead to more dreams…and more lucidity, which for most people is a fun or interesting plus.

COMMUNISM WILL WIN

Okay thanks i laughed harder than any other time today

I LOVE TUMBLR

While the range of motion in the lever encapsulates the great ebb and flow of our Circadian Rhythms, its mechanical song a dedication to the proletariat spirit, a mighty phallus swinging as the electromagetic poles shift to signal a new aeon, nothing can compare to the frictionless immediacy and punctual sex appeal of a big red button. If I were Dr. Frankenstein, I could delegate a lever pull to a subordinate and still enjoy myself, but if I were a USian president, I would slam my fist on the ALL NUKES LAUNCH button before I even read the label.

Sometimes when I think of everything, all these moving parts. I imagine the best possible ending and the worst possible ending for us. Granted, sure, it will probably, as it has for all of human history, settle out to somewhere in the middle. But, I don’t know. The stakes feel higher. There feels like force multipliers that we didn’t have before. Things stewing for centuries, for millenia, feel like they’re reaching a head. I think the calendar might reset, for better or for worse, soon.

On one hand, we can imagine nuclear hellfire, seas and skies and fields grey and lifeless and broken, all culture and civilization destroyed, us all dying both gruesome and violent and horrific deaths as well as banal, undignified, drawn out deaths. All of it being for nothing. Truly hell on Earth.

On the flipside, can we dare to imagine something better? The wounds of bigotry and war and brainwashing and conditioning toward such an awful way of living being healed? Can we not tell that people all over the world, no matter how many times the bad guys tried to crush socialism out of them, crave only peace and prosperity, cooperation? Love? Can we not imagine human ingenuity and the first good global collaborative effort between mankind fixing the climate crisis, and undoing those wounds to Mother Nature as well?

Am I naive for imagining that we could all have a better life, even if there is much bloodshed and suffering still to be had between now and then? That it is always darkest before dawn? That the fog obscures a light at the end of this tunnel?

I guess the only way it may come about is if we fight for it as if it is possible, even if it isn’t. What other choice do we have?