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[alex-wire-mesh]

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[emordnilap-fr]

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[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: abalone

This is a Wet Beast Wednesday post, but it would also be applicable for Mollusk Monday and maybe even Flat Fuck Friday. Today I'll be introducing you to the abalone. The squat snails have some strange features that set them apart from their fellows in the shell squad. Unfortunately, over harvesting of abalone for their meat and shells have put many abalone species in danger.

(Image: an abalone attached to a rock. It is a snail with a large, broad, and flat brown shell. A muscular foot attaches the animal to the rock. Around the body is a membrane covered in tentacles that reach out around the body. End ID)

Abalone are marine snails of the genus Haliotis (not to be confused with halitosis) that can range in shell diameter from 20 mm (0.8 in) to 300 mm (12 in). The number of species is a matter of some debate. There's a lot of variation in morphology within species which led to many species being incorrectly classified as multiple species. The most accepted number appears to be 56 species and 18 subspecies. Abalone shells are highly flattened and the spiral can be hard to see, making them look like large limpets. They have no operculum and cannot withdraw into their shells like other snails can. Instead, when threatened they suction as hard as possible to an object. The shells have holes in them on one side which are used for respiration, waste disposal, and release of gametes. As abalone grow, the number of holes will change with some being filled in and new ones forming. The interior of the shell is covered in nacre. This substance, also called mother-of-pearl is valuable for its polished, iridescent appearance. Abalone use the nacre to make claw-shaped pearls. The shell is composed of microscopic bricks of calcium carbonate glued together by a protein structure. When pressure is applied to the structure, the bricks slide against each other and the protein glue stretches. This helps absorb the energy of blows and makes the shells very resistant to cracking. The shell structure of abalone has been studied to make sturdier body armor and ceramics.

(Image: an empty and polished abalone shell, seen from below. The shell is lined with shiny and iridescent nacre. The nacre color varies with species, but in this case is blue-green. A line of holes are on one side of the shell. End ID)

The majority of the shell's interior is filled with the muscular foot, which the abalone uses for locomotion. The foot is attached to the shell in the center. Around the edge of the foot is a structure called the epipodium. This is a frilled membrane lined with sensory tentacles. When an abalone is relaxed, it will extend the tentacles to examine its surrounding. When threatened, the tentacles retract for safety. Along the edge of the shell is the mantle, which produced the material for the shell. Abalone will grow larger throughout their lives, with the mantle continuously making new shell. At the front is the head, which has sensory tentacles and a mouth that contains a pair of oral tentacles use for finding food and the radula. The radula is a tongue-like structure lines with sharp teeth. The teeth scrape algae off of rocks and into the mouth. The teeth are arranged in rows that move forward like a conveyor belt, allowing worn out teeth to fall out and be replaced by fresh ones. The head is near the newest-formed hole and the anus is next to the rearmost hole.

(Image: an abalone seen from below, with the foor removed and anatomy labeled. The organs circle around a central muscle that the foot attaches to. A small head is in the front while the epipodium rings the body. Source. End ID)

(Image: an abalone's radula, removed and next to a pencil for scale. It is a long, thin structure lined with rows of tiny teeth. The front end is stained brown with algae. End ID)

Abalone live on coasts worldwide, with the exception of the North American Atlantic coast, South American Pacific Coast, and the poles. Most species live in cold water, but tropical species are known. They spend their times feeding on algae. Abalone shells are usually covered with life, including algae and sessile animals like tunicates, sponges, and tube worms. The hitchhikers combined with the upper shell's dull appearances serves as effective camouflage. During mating season, males and females release gametes into the water. The number of eggs a female can produce increases with size and can be up to 11 million per season. The larvae start out in a swimming form before metamorphosing into non-swimming juveniles called spat. Abalone reach sexual maturity young and at a small size.

(Iamge: dozens of abalone spat in a tank. They are miniature versions of the adults, but have nacre on the outside of the shell as well, giving them a shiny turquoise color. End ID)

Abalone have been hunted by huamns for millennia, with the oldest evidence of use being a 100,000 year old "workshop" found in Blombos Cave, South Africa, where abalone shells were used as storage for ochre mixtures. Throughout their native ranges, abalone have been harvested for their meat, nacre, and pearls. The shells are often used for jewelry, as decorative inlay, and, in some cultures, as currency. The foot is edible and considered a delicacy in some cultures and a staple in others. The value of abalone has led to worldwide overfishing, resulting in many species being endangered. Captive farming has become a major industry in many places to meet the abalone demands. Farming began in China and Japan in the 1950s and 60s and the majority of abalone farms are still in east Asia. Because of overfishing, the majority of the world's abalone supply now comes from farms. Sport fishing is legal in many parts of the world, with 25% of the wild harvest coming from Tasmania. Many places require permits and have catch limits, but poaching remains a major industry. Collection of abalone is usually done with a blunt scoop called an abalone iron that can pop the animal off of rocks. It has to be blunt because abalone blood does not clot and any cut will lead to the animal bleeding to death. Overharvesting and increasing ocean acidification are the largest threats to abalone. Places where abalone are reintroduced to the wild have seen increased biodiversity and environmental health.

(Image: a carving made by the Haida people of British Columbia, Canada. It reselbles a face with a tall hat or head with a small body carved on it. Abalone shells are used for inlay,, cut into rectangles with the nacre facing out. End ID)

[chilled-ice-cubes]

legit so satisfying to see all the theories about the chainsaw devil's true power get a subtle nod here

wow. the way makima's presence still lingers on, especially through barem. she sought to split denji and pochita apart... barem wants to truly awaken chainsaw man's powers in denji. once again, projecting the Idea of chainsaw man onto denji, and inflicting force on him to make him their idealised version of the chainsaw man

i vaguely feel like nayuta's severed head at the end of the chapter parallels how makima kills power. it's a shock value act of violence used to make denji spiral into despair. i don't think nayuta actually died from this tho...? or maybe i'm just coping, because i really enjoy her dynamic with denji and feel like we haven't scratched the surface of her potential yet

another interesting piece of imagery is barem force-feeding denji, while the famine devil herself sits at the conveyor belt table with them. denji's dream also included <eating delicious food> once upon a time. now he is provided with that, but it's all hollow sustenance.

[envysparkler]

Dick had fucked up.  Dick had fucked up big time.

“Robin?” Dick tried, creeping through the gloom of the abandoned warehouse.  Machinery loomed out of the darkness like dusty jumpscares and there was a chilling, crawling feeling up the back of his neck.  “Robin, are you there?”

No sound.  Not even a whisper.  Demons were always very good at blending into the shadows.

“Robin, come back,” Dick called out into the darkness.

The crippling sensation of abandonment was his only answer.

Really, this whole thing was Bruce’s fault.  Not only had he replaced Dick, he’d replaced him with a demon.  A baby incubus that Dick was supposed to call brother.  Dick was justifiably wary of humanity’s greatest predators, never mind that his little brother had chubby little cheeks and an adorable scowl and a pout that Dick had to resist cooing at.  He was dangerous.

And doubly so under the influence of mind tampering chemicals.

Incubi under fear toxin could induce a heart attack with a touch, overloading people’s minds with fear until they died.  Dick had never met an incubus under the use of cuddle pollen, since Ivy mainly reserved that for the Bats, but he shuddered to think of what an emotion-sensitive demon would do when faced with the draining hunger for succor.

Luckily, Dick had met enough villains with mental manipulation to develop strong mental shields.  They’d snapped into place the moment he’d felt Robin’s clumsy grab for his mind, protecting him from mental intrusion.  He could’ve gotten Robin back to the Batcave and in a containment cell with no one—especially Bruce—the wiser.

Instead, Robin had bolted the moment Dick had cut him free of Ivy’s vines and Dick had no idea how to find him.  It was becoming increasingly likely that he’d have to call Bruce from his shift on the Watchtower and deal with the Disappointed Look that still made Dick cringe.

He could already hear Bruce now.  I asked you to watch over Gotham for one night, but I see that was beyond your capabilities.  The sneer was clearly visible in Dick’s mind.  I should’ve never called you back—you’re useless, pathetic, weak—

Dick froze.  “Robin?” he called out, barely a whisper.  The dread and terror hanging over his head weren’t his own.  The fear of being kicked out wasn’t his.  “Robin, are you there?”

The feeling of dread intensified.  Lurking behind it was hurt, a miasma that seemed to grow with every breath.  Pain and fear and abandonment and loneliness, all of it battling together in a spiral that tightened around Dick’s chest and sunk deep.

“Robin?” Dick called out again.  It was an old-fashioned game of hot-and-cold.  The thicker the emotions were, the closer he was getting.  Dick kept the mental block and slipped further into the warehouse.

The darkness seemed especially concentrated in the shadows behind an old conveyor belt.  Dick rounded the edge and headed for the corners, feeling the ache as the emotions pressed against his barrier.

He caught sight of the cape as the emotions solidified into specifics.

hates me hates me can’t stand the sight of me no one can they all hate me

I don’t want to be a demon I don’t want to be alone I just want to be loved why is it so hard why why

please please please please please please please it hurts please it hurts make it stop please please it hurts make it stop I can’t breathe please please please

I’m so hungry

it’s so cold

please help help please it hurts please please please please

“Oh, kid,” Dick breathed, crouching as he crept closer.  Robin was huddled into a tiny ball, cape tucked around him, shuddering violently.  “It’s okay.  It’s going to be okay.  C’mere.”

Robin didn’t move, but he didn’t jerk away at Dick’s careful touch at his shoulder, and Dick moved to envelop him in a hug.  He used slow, cautious movements and only relaxed when the kid was tucked up in his lap.

Robin was still rigid, not bending the slightest amount, breaths harsh and shaky.  Before Dick could figure out a more comfortable position for them both, something poked at his mental barrier.

Dick mentally reared back, reinforcing the block.  But it wasn’t an attack, it was…questing?  It slunk forward again, a wary little thread reaching out.  For an instant, Dick felt hurt please help big brother please?

Then the thread curled away, sagging at a lack of response, and the feeling of abandonment surged.

It was a stupid idea.  Dick was just compounding the bad decisions that had led them to this point.  He could already imagine Bruce’s lecture—did you seriously allow a demon access to your mind because you felt sorry for it—but he’d already made the decision.

Dick dropped the mental barrier.

It felt like cracking open a door he was trying to hold shut, warring with his own instincts as he deliberately lowered his guard.  The thread came back and, upon finding an open path, slithered inside.  Dick resisted the urge to kick it back out.

Dickie? came an inquisitive thought—it didn’t feel like a word mentally spoken, it felt like an impression, and when Dick reached out it, it was accompanied by a dazzling network of memories and emotions.  He was looking at himself from the outside, from the point of view of a little boy that wanted nothing more than his approval, that had placed Dick on a pedestal so high Dick was getting dizzy just experiencing it.

Jaybird, Dick tried crafting his own impression in response, shoving the resentment and irritation as far down as he could in the hopes that Jason couldn’t find it.  He bundled up all his hopes and wishes for a baby brother and flung it across the mental space.

One moment Jason was on the outside, peering in, asking for entry—and the next he was in, tangled up thoroughly with Dick’s emotions, rifling through his head like it was a flipbook.  Confusion and panic and fear flitted across Dick’s mind, slow like molasses, and were easily batted aside.  Comfort rose out of the tangle, and contentment, the lazy purr of a cat slumbering in a sunspot.

It felt good. Dick was…Dick was supposed to be doing something.  They were in a warehouse.  They…they had to get home?  But the warehouse was empty and everything was quiet here.

[the1920sinpictures]

1927 Postcard of the Jack and Jill ride at Coney Island. Customers sitting on mats were taken to the top of the slide by conveyor and dumped into the mouth of the spiral slide. At the bottom a belt caught you and slowed you down gently. From Jeff Stern, FB.

[13thunluckyjinx]

Unfortunately I've been consumed by @lunarcrown and the HTP au so I decided to write some angst for Tango because he deserves it //slapped

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It was just a fun side project, Tango had been told. Things had been a bit slow in Hermitcraft, and to be quite honest he’d been a bit more than a lot burnt out on his citadel and Decked Out.

Not that he didn’t adore the big project, and the game was progressing at a nice pace, so he was having fun in that regard. It was just a bit of a slog, really.

So when a handful of the other Hermits got together for a fun little side project in a fresh modified world, he couldn’t really turn up the opportunity.

There were spinificators! How could he say no to that?

It was a lot of grind work, same as any survival world to begin with, but it didn’t take Tango long to start fiddling with some of the more interesting aspects of the modding here.

A complex array of gears and drills were hooked up and set to work under their own gravity. Now that was a fun thing to extractamicate with. Who needed to go mining by hand when you could just litter your area with a handful of OSHA violations?

He was on top of his drill array doing a bit of tinkering to make sure the glue holding them all was secure and all the pieces were set together well when Zedaph came to visit.

“Hello Tango! I was hoping to pinch a few things from you, if you have the resources to spare of course?” Zed grinned widely, excitement obvious on his face.

The Blaze hybrid pulled his goggles from his eyes and leaned back, nodding. “Of course! Help yourself to anything in the chests, I’ve got all kinds thanks to this baby.” He patted the top of the drills fondly before swinging his legs over the side and hopping down, following the sheep hybrid to his stacked chests.

Zed was already pilfering a few things, muttering to himself. “Ahh, this should be perfect! Wonderful, thank you Tango.”

“Sure thing. Have you got a project you need this junk for?”

“Sure do! I’m working on a power system and a smeltery, if I can hook it all up right. You can come round and check it out if you like! It’s pretty impressive, if I do say so myself,” Zed laughed, sounding pretty pleased about it.

“That sounds pretty cool! I’ll come over as soon as I’ve finished checking this baby over, alright?” Tango grinned, waving his wrench towards the drill array.

“Take your time! It’ll all still be there when you finish,” Zed chuckled, bounding off with his goodies from Tango.

It took a while longer than Tango anticipated to finish up, but eventually he finished up, pushing his goggles into his hair and wiping off his brow as he trekked towards Zed’s area.

Glancing around, he couldn’t spot the little goat hybrid, but the system that he’d set up for smelting was obvious enough.

Whistling to himself, he wandered over, beginning to piece together how it all worked, muttering to himself as he did.

“Input here... travels along the conveyor belt, gets crushed... then to the smelting array... I wonder how it’s—”

He stopped abruptly as he popped open the casing over the smelting system, the blaze rods circling his head dimming and dropping down towards his shoulders.

Half a dozen fans set up to push searing hot air in towards the central conveyor belt where the items on it smelted into the desired products. But in front of each fan was a cage, compact and containing a blaze, each one jammed in there with their rods pressed up against the bars and unable to move.

Tango clenched his hands into fists, claws digging into the wood of the casing he still held on to, but he barely felt it. On seeing him, the blazes ignited, only to have the fans near instantly snuff them out.

Tango let out a shaky breath, trying desperately not to spiral into his memories of the labs at Hels Tek. Reaching out a trembling hand, gripping the wire of the cage nearest to him.

His own rods flared to life as anger spiked through him and he let out an feral hiss, tearing open the metal as if it was tissue paper. The blaze groaned and floated out immediately rods flaring to life.

A few moments later and the six blazes were escaping off into the sky while Tango tore apart the remains of the cages and the smelting system, smashing the casing to pieces.

He stood in the wreckage, shaking hard and breathing heavily, a few splinters in his hands but he barely felt it. A few tears rolled down his cheeks as the rage faded and he stifled a sob, dropping to his knees.

“They aren’t like Atlas. They aren’t.”

Curling forward, he pressed his face into his knees, wrapping his arms over his head and tried not to cry.

[softsky-daily]

9/24/2024

I always love the gradient of the sunset. The sky seems so much brighter when the sun has sunken so low.

Positive thing: I had a good therapy session and ate, like, a lot of crab.

It was sooo much crab. Probably 8 plates worth of crab. I skipped class and went to the nearby conveyor belt sushi place and honestly between that and therapy, I felt a lot better than yesterday.

Soo much crab... I did have other sushi but most of these plates came from crab. And then I ate more after I took this picture too. Crab will always save me from a depressive spiral, 100% guaranteed.

Anyway, class was canceled on Thursday because of the hurricane warning, so I'm hoping it'll be mild and I can just enjoy my free day. I'm glad too because I had a paper due that day and now it'll have to be pushed back. Hehe.

Tomorrow I'm seeing career counseling clients by myself for the first time, so I'm a little nervous about that. I went over my training manual and looked over what the clients want to work on though, so I feel like I prepared as best as I could. Hopefully it'll go by quickly and then I can enjoy my afternoon.

[sspacegodd]

He suddenly lost his footing on the Earth as it spun hurtling through space at ungodly speeds but leaving his hair untousled.

He'd often imagined on countless walks that it was actually he who was stationary as the world rotated beneath him like an omni-directional conveyor belt he could ride up and down, here and there, a gerbil with a purpose, cranking sex, wealth, and power toward himself, while twisting greed, ignorance, and disease clear to the other side of the unknown universe --- and while he was at it, straight down a wormhole into formlessness and one more chance.

He sincerely wished peace for all sentient beings and everything else but suspiciously understood from milleniums of personal whittling, pruning, and husking, that that little powerful tango of desire and object can sometimes step on unconscious toes. He ricocheted between aceticism and opulence, austerity and tantra, each position digitalized and traced, creating a beautiful spirographic design, the mandalic web of a fractal yawn, a spinning plate that hits the floor spiralling but never quite rattling to a stop -- a burning wish for apathy.

He pined for the demise of desire and longed for contentment.

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[mita-vittua-olivia]

bro i need someone to tell me whether i’m currently being turned into a victim of the spiral-

i’m on the bus right now and we were stuck in traffic when the bus started driving backwards a little. i looked out of the window and the actual roadway had pushed us back. like a conveyor belt. i swear it looked and felt like it. and i’m sitting pretty close to the driver so i think i would have seen him steering back.

but. it’s not possible for a roadway to do that. right? roadways aren’t conveyor belts. help me am i actually going insane right now?

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[beevean]

PALMTREE PANIC

A subtropical Round that matches the rhythm of samba. Run through palmtrees, grassy greens, and deep blue skies! A never-before-seen loop awaits Sonic!

COLLISION CHAOS

A group of pinballs floating on water. Huge rotating drums are spinning overhead. Proceed by making good use of flippers and bobbins. And then, something happened to Amy, who was chasing after Sonic...

TIDAL TEMPEST

A fantastic underwater atmosphere. You'll run out of air if you advance without breathing from bubbles. Go, and pay attention to the invisible water currents.

QUARTZ QUADRANT

Inside the crystal mine ruins. Make full use of the belt conveyors that change the direction of travel and run through them all at once. Push through the high-speed spiral tubes, and watch out for falling rocks!

WACKY WORKBENCH

The flashing floor makes Sonic jump high in the air. Proceed carefully so as not to get hit by the electric shocks, and successfully jump from platform to platform.

STARDUST SPEEDWAY

Let's run through the roads that feel like a roller coaster, with the starry sky in the background. And an unprecedented battle with the strongest rival, Metal Sonic, is about to unfold...

METALLIC MADNESS

A grand scheme that brings together all of Eggman's brainpower awaits Sonic. Sure enough, will Sonic be able to fight his way through...?

[qjaiden]

hey buddy...drop us a snippet (or write gay cbeeduo whichever is easier)

cn you vote for yourself? anyways ch1 to a fic i will prolly. never finish, supposed to be tntduo but furst chapter is jst wilbur arriving home:D tad bit of crime boys

Fwoosh.

The sound of airplanes taking off echoed in the fluorescent-lit airport along with the loud chaos that came with traveling. Crowds of people were scurrying off to make their way to their flights hoping to not miss their plane, while others were simply wandering and trying to find ubers, family, or taxi drivers who were key to getting them to where they needed to be.

The buzz and rush that was guaranteed to be in a place of strangers alike rushing to be somewhere was almost engraved into Wilbur Soot’s brain as he exited the plane and entered the mess that he was put into. With a beaten-up orange car seat in his hand, Wilbur made his way through the crowds of families, lovers, and friends. It was early morning, around 9 am in Utah, and regardless of being in a place of travel, he felt quite grounded. 

After all, he was home.

He ventured near the crowded venue of all the luggage that was being returned to travelers. The car seat was heavy in his hand but he held on tight as his eyes scanned the conveyor belt for his dijon mustard-colored suitcase and a much smaller orange one that held the very few clothes both had.

He nearly missed grabbing his belongings because of people shoving one another to grab their possessions, their airport manners clearly nonexistent. Okay, you pricks, a voice in his head responded. Out of decent etiquette, he at least said ‘pardon’ a few times before he went over to retrieve his luggage. Unable to set the car seat down, he was able to clasp both with only a few curses going through his brain.

Fundy was still asleep regardless of the noise around them, which makes sense now as he was screaming on the 10-hour plane for most of the time. The eyes of angry, annoyed passengers will forever remain engraved in his mind as they glared at him as he frantically tried to calm the infant. Nearly shivering with the remembrance of the scene, Wilbur decided to push through to the front of the building.

Wilbur felt like he was 20 years old again as he approached all the people waiting to be picked up or get a ride. It has been four years since he was in this airport and besides the obvious new gray streak in his brown hair and the slight stubble outlining his jaw, he looked more tired than when he left. Which to be honest, is saying quite a bit.

Funny how stories come full circle as he stands here now, feeling even more exhausted than when he left.

Now is not the time to go into a spiral. He can’t afford to enter his endless mind while at the airport with his son. Wilbur’s eyes danced among the crowd, trying to avoid his ever trapping brain. He searched for the familiar faces of his family and hoped that they were going to be here soon, yet simultaneously he hoped they never showed. 

More planes were landing and boarding and he was nearly swallowed whole by the crowds of people. He was clearly in the front of the building, but Wilbur was being pushed back farther away from leaving from everyone entering. His instinctual and more reasonable thought was to just give up and wait until everything might clear, his brain becoming dizzy with the chatter and airplane engines. 

God he really needed a cigarette.

Wilbur almost retreated to a bench for some safe zone. And he nearly did it too, before he heard a familiarly loud voice.

“Wilbur! Wilbur! Over here you prick!”

Quickly, Wilbur turned his head around and couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the sight.

A boy who resembled his brother stood before him. He had to blink a few times for him to process it was his brother. He was not a short little 7th grader that hugged him goodbye four years ago. His middle school features used to be so much softer and his hair so much brighter, regardless of the light around him from the sun and fluorescent bulbs, everything looked sharper and his hair seemed to be darker. Jesus christ he looked older. Wilbur broke out in a grin regardless of the shock that fogged his mind and the words ‘he grew up’ ringing louder in his head than the planes taking off outside. Wilbur pushed through the crowds, not caring to apologize and return the poor manners he’s received.

His sudden adrenaline pushed his pace which was no longer walking as he ran to meet his brother. Tommy shamelessly ran to meet him in the middle, and almost immediately Wilbur was pulled into a hug with no hesitation. He hated to say it but the amount of relief he felt when he could feel Tommy’s legs moving around because he knew this meant his brother was excited to see him. Wilbur didn’t care that the embrace was too tight and that he was still holding things.

“You got shorter you prick,” Tommy mumbled into his shoulder and Wilbur let out a loud laugh as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. “You got taller, you cunt.” Wilbur still awkwardly held the baby car seat and the bags, and the hug definitely wasn’t comfortable yet simultaneously was.

[proletnous]

Crucible of the Collective

The Declaration of the Proletnous

1. From a Spark a Flame Will Flare Up

The contradictions of 2017 lead to both a bold renewal in the proletarian movement in each and every capitalist country and to the intensification of opportunist distortion of Communism by reaction. Where in 2017 reaction met an untrained western “left”, now in 2024 it must face a wiser communist movement trained by both its experience against stagnation, and educated on the historic fight won against opportunism by Leninism. So now, the spiral that had been creeping outwards to victory is racing outward; no longer will the Communist movement in imperialist countries join with the modern Kautskyites to “stabilize” the decay of any imperialist state, nor join with the vulgar “anti-Imperialists” who oppose Imperialism as only the “bad habit” of certain countries rather then the universalized final form of capitalism! We dispose ourselves wholesale of the democratic-socialists and the social-imperialists: the children of Gonzalo, Bookchin, Deluze, Mark Fisher, David Graber and Nick Land. We take our once vacant place beside the international proletariat on the front line in the battle against the world system of Imperial-Capitalism!

2. The Whirlwind

In a voice sung by the storm winds that span the world We tell you now that the Marxism-Leninism practiced By the brave vanguards of the proletariat Has raised its sanguine flag in the west. The block is broken. The pylons are shattered, never to be remade. The winds pass from east to west, and west to east. The supreme test abides in the whirlwind of gray storm clouds; A golden dawn awaits beyond.

3. Proletnous

Proletnous is the collective mind of the working class; Proletnost is the source of the Proletnous; and the collective Proletnous is the organization of the Proletnous’ development. We intend our Proletnous to be a lighthouse for advancement away from the opportunists’ perpetual game of musical chairs towards a process that brings benefit to the masses. We intend to publish new artistic and literary works that go beyond the dead and alienated knowledge of Marxism-Leninism peddled by reactionaries of all types to share a living understanding of Marxism-Leninism and the wisdom acquired through many mistakes in struggle, and we will keep trying to learn and express that learning until the proletariat is crowned in final victory.

4. The City Under the Star

White hot from the furnace Tomorrow is forged On a black anvil By the thousand-thousand hands Of a choir of industry. Quenched and hardened, Tomorrow rolls down The conveyor belt of history. Beam by beam, tower by tower, Soaring ever higher, A bright city is built. Red robed soldiers march in columns, Formations of all nations Merging towards the dawn. Under the golden sun Burning hearts and cool minds Lay the foundations of a new world, Of garden-factories, Of engineer-artists, Under the peoples’ risen Star.

Workers of the whole world unite; we have a world to win!

On the occasion of the 107th anniversary of Great October Socialist Revolution. November 17, 2024

Anew Coherency∴

Blossom of the Hundred Flowers∴

Overcome All Difficulties∴

Pillar of October∴

Psy-1917∴

Quality of Concept∴

Resolute Measures∴