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its a shame ditherpunk never took off

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wait how do i get the ask button back on my blog

or is it there and i just can’t see it?

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Using tumblr is so daunting idk why. Posting here feels less like standing on a soapbox shouting into a megaphone and sharing something out into the World Wide Web and more of plastering an image onto your bedroom wall and waiting for your friend to choose to come into your house and look at it

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it’s crazy that half the country thinks that it’s becoming a facist hellhole while the other half is expecting a golden age. the political system is at its best dividing us into groups against each other

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the actual answer is no btw, pardons can affect future convictions but not future crimes, if i read the article correctly

hang on, if you get a presidential pardon, can you just go and commit whatever crimes you want with no consequences??

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hang on, if you get a presidential pardon, can you just go and commit whatever crimes you want with no consequences??

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there is something very important i need you to see. go to the library of babel, shelf 2, volume 1, page 200 of hex:

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man it’s fucked up that a dream can make you obsess over someone you haven’t even thought about in like a year

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cat psychology

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hey quick question what do u do when u have a complete inability to do anything at all

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Los Angeles burns tonight, just beyond the apartment we kept on Sunset Blvd. The canyon burns, and the people flee. I spent the day pacing the house in its eternal sunrise, writing a fucking song about you—as I always seem to—and all the while, my city burns. Your old home burns, and you still don’t say a word.

It’s been a year and a half, Ella. God forbid you check in on me. YOUR OLD CITY IS BURNING. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND IT IS OKAY TO CARE for those you once cared for when their fucking city is on fire?

I am writing a song about you. Hours I spend working its lines and grooves, and yes, still the city burns, and no, still you say nothing. Your mother says nothing. Your father says nothing. Your Nonnie says nothing.

Are you happy now? Is this what you wished for? To alienate me so far from your precious life that, when my fucking city burns—yes, the one we called home—even then, I hear nothing. Not a text. Not a call.

It’s stupid, all of it. People are losing everything, and I am upset over selfish wounds that still have not healed. This is not what matters, yet I write it to clear it from my mind.

Don’t waste me in your prayers. I am safe. Pray for my home, if you’d like, and pray for the thousands void of a lifetime of possessions and treasures. For animals afraid and searching amongst the ash and rubble. Pray for them, if you may.

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I hate when I grow this angry but the fires in my home and your silence got to me for a moment.

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ai killed the stock image market

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lmaoo the lazarus experiment episode of dr who is literally skibidi toilet

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I was going on a rant about sexism to my coworker and how some media is just not consumable to me because it’s too steeped. It was the Dresden files. I was going off on the Dresden files.

He asked if I watch Supernatural and I was like no, god, they hate women so much. He nodded agreeably to that. I was like, “I did like Lost Girl. They’re all equal opportunity trash bags in that show.”

He hadn’t heard of it so I started gushing praise and synopsis. He asked where he could watch it and I shrugged and said, “Bring me a flash drive and I’ll get it for you.”

“A flash drive? What is this, 1990?”

I staggered back in outrage, puffing up like a blowfish, “What?! Did you just diss flashdrives? WHAT?! You don’t think flashdrives are useful???”

“No, you can just send things online, why bother?”

After another flailing display from me he allowed, “I guess for piracy they might be useful. If I even still have one it’s a little 2GB one.”

I am still reeling. Maybe it was going to a tech school or needing to transfer huge files around all the time but what. Is that really a common feeling toward a USB stick? That they’re obsolete??

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Sourced from the 19 August 1938 issue of The Dayton Forum; page 3 - accessed via Chronicling America.

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hey here’s an idea, how about a political & economic system that doesn’t reward psychopathic behavior with the most money and power