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[abellinthecupboard]

LIVE LAUGH LOVE IS LOVE

Live más, I tell myself while 69ing a man, outed eventually as a zionist, a LOVE IS LOVE type who, mid-climax, says look at us! Co-existing! as he drinks of me, bloodless, worships the Christ-In-A-Cracker my body had become in his hold. I leave before he could enter me, resist the colonial metaphor at the tip of my tongue, but he throbs in every kegel of regret for the whole day, and although the sun's out and the leaves are small songs in the wind of a New England fall, all I want is to be a clot in a shitty someone's day, the way Joan Rivers dropped dead after saying, on national TV, Palestinians deserve everything that happened to them—israel's bombings, she meant. After I die, I want to be a difficult ancestor: the kind of ghost summoned for depressive episodes inside a Taco Bell, or when you, my future great-grand-something, want your racist professor to stub their toe. But also the one who'll haunt until you say everything I couldn't in my life: I'm sorry or I'm in love with you or let me be lonely tonight, I'll be okay come morning, I promise. I'll haunt you until you call your Mom for no reason in particular, forgive her even on the saddest, most sun-filled days. You'll mourn your homeland with your whole self, too. Won't succumb to their GOOD VIBES ONLYs while americans end another world. Again. It's how you'll learn return: this grief and your most impossible mothers. If you find poetry, ignore the bones they've written into good, the temptation for French anything, all the LIVE LAUGH LOVE signs disguised as poems— read our greats, al-Maari and further back, and learn you come from a lineage of poets who mourned the world because they chose to live, seeing it on its own terms: the laughter in slaughter, the horsemeat disguised as seasoned beef. When you give them your least coherent griefs, they'll tell you write joy instead. Shoot them a bird— their world is full of illiterates disguised as writers, who'll leave you banging at their gates, begging: I want to live, I just want to live, I want to live, I want—

— George Abraham, published on twitter (source)

[aweinspiredcreations]

I’m fixated on the ‘ifs’ that could’ve been us.

Whilst above, lies the map of dreams.

In this night sky of falling stars, I only have one wish, you.

Lying to myself and hoping for an ‘us’ is like reaching for the stars, an unrealistic dream.

~ In Awe ~

[chosetobethisway]

“Nostalgia and grief are more alike than you realise. Nostalgia reminds you of a memory, something that could never be again. But it’s happy, hopeful. Grief, too, reminds you of something that could never be again. But it does so with melancholy. With longing, and mourning. With time, we all learn how to turn the grief to nostalgia. And no matter how impossible it seems, you'll be able to do it too.” Neither of us said anything after that. We walked in silence, but her words echoed through my mind. We all learn how to turn the grief to nostalgia. Someday, you'll be able to do it too.

and i will wait until i can

[phoebejohnson]

[daisyinneptune]

they adore their mirror yet they won't see themselves clearer. exclaiming on those who refuse to agree biased praises--they profusely plea.

they are the ones that we shouldn't trigger.

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Is Satan Woke?

Stephen Jay Morris

2/11/2023

©Scientific Morality

Just a refresher course into some American history: The Conservative conspiracy group, “The John Birch Society,” was the laughing stock of the USA during the early-to-mid sixties. I remember, as a child, how my uncle and my dad made jokes about them. In 1963, Bob Dylan wrote a song about them called, "John Birch Society Pananoid Blues. Then came the expressions, “There is a communist under every bed,” “Only Communists have beards,” and my favorite one, “Fluoride in the water supply is a communist plot!” The 1964 movie, “Dr.Strangelove, touches on this subject. Anti-Communist fever was high among those of the conservative and liberal camps back then.

Fast forward to the 21st Century, and one wimpy kid with a message board started to compile all of the conspiracy cliches he could find, put them into a blender, and out came the Qanon smoothie. He thought of these outlandish conspiracy scenarios, which if he’d written as fiction, no publisher would have touched them! They were fucking absurd! Like: Hillary Clinton ran a pedophile ring in the basement of a pizza shop. (Truth be told, this particular shop didn’t even have a basement.) So-called “Truth supporters” were so gullible that they bordered on Down’s Syndrome. They believed all the garbage that Qanon spewed! Well, as P.T. Barnum once said, “There’s a sucker born every minute!” W.C. Fields said, in a 1940s flick, “Never give a sucker an even break!” These Evangelical suckers are easy prey to exploit; i.e.: If you believe that Jesus literally walked on water, then you will believe anything.

This Syncretism of Qanon is really hilarious. Its followers are all in a “Satanic Panic.” First of all, every evil they profess contradicts all other nouns on the list. For example, “The People in Hollywood are Communist cannibals that eat children in the name of Satan!” What is wrong with that statement? Everything! This is just plain, idiotic name calling without any thought. If you think that common sense is the only path to wisdom, then you need more education! Nowadays, usage of the epitaph, “Communist,” is really lame. First of all, Communism does not believe in private companies. Matter of fact, Communist leaders from around the world were never fans of Hollywood movies. They thought that movies were capitalist propaganda. Second of all, Communists are mostly atheists and don’t believe in Satan, or even Santa Claus. Cannibals?! The majority of actors are either Vegan or Vegetarian. Leave it to the MAGA Republicans to not know the differences between Socialism and Communism, they don’t even know how Veganism and Vegetarianism differ. Did it ever occur to you that God gave you a brain for a reason? Studies show that most human beings use just 10% of theirs! You think that God is happy with that?!

Now on to this Satan thing; also known as The Devil, or Lucifer. Satanism was created by Anton LaVey in his work, “The Satanic Bible,” in 1969. Satanism is at the extreme end of philosopher, Ayn Rand’s, “Objectivism.” Ayn Rand believed in rational selfishness. Anton LaVey believed in Irrational Selfishness, i.e.: if someone violates your individualism, than kill them where they stand. Satanists don’t worship the Christian biblical Devil. They believe in the worship of one’s self as a god, which has nothing to do with religion. Theirs is more like Egotistical philosophy. If you possess an intense comprehension of the King James Bible, then you know that you must be a slave to God, or receive eternal damnation. As the story goes, the biblical devil, Lucifer, was an archangel in Heaven that wanted to be God, to which God said, ‘fuck that shit!’ He then kicked him out of Heaven and condemned him to Hell. Thus, Lucifer has been trying to corrupt human kind ever since.

Do you want to live in a theocratic regime with people who believe in superstitious crap like that? I don’t. The reason they spew all of these evil fairy tales is to scare you into accepting these Christo-Fascists to run your life. It’s done to make you feel that you are being inundated by the forces of evil! “The White Nationalist Christo-fascists are here to save the day!” No, they are not.

The Anti-Authoritarian Left is your ticket to freedom. Book your trip on Trans-love Airlines today!

[di4ph4nous]

ive nver seen a star shine as bright as you

my eyes have glanced a million things

and still i haven’t seen anyone quite like you

for me to identify a shape thats built for you

five sides

five different angles

five more reasons im in love with you

[spongebobssquarepants]

[labyrinthaze]

No you don't understand… I am OBSESSED

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[elizabeth-stone]

i audibly GASPED THIS IS TOO GOOD

[aweinspiredcreations]

Mellow shallows of a transient guise, the revealed self was an heroic teary repel; settling troubles with unsealed thoughts, casting sentiment’s spell.

~ In Awe ~

ᰔᩚꨄ︎ someone finds beauty in the truest you, but you could also choose it to be you ᰔᩚꨄ︎

[chosetobethisway]

Gray Is The Colour Of Grief

Gray is the colour of grief

I do not know how to feel

I do not know what to feel

Is it fair for me to be wounded?

I am not in a place to feel your absence

So I keep picturing you there

Before I realise you're a ghost

Then I do not know what to feel

I have no right to comfort them

I cannot feel the extent of their achromic vision

Or so they believe

But I cannot blame them

For they do not know what to feel

It's not funny anymore, how they joke about death

There is an innocence for they've never felt that loss

But if i were to reveal my ashen sight

They would not know what to feel

And I do not want that for them

Some days when I wake up, I have forgotten all troubles

I go about my work and smile with my good friends

And then I remember

And I feel forbidden to be happy

So then I do not know what to feel

I know its true, their incessant comforting

And there are days when I'm convinced

But gray is the colour of grief

I do not know how to feel

I do not know what to feel

[ykowiz]

My second post on Tumblr

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

Nature’s Symphony

By Crystal Charlotte Lynch

The birds are singing.

The crickets chime in.

The grasshoppers join the chorus.

This is nature’s symphony.

The cicadas whistle.

The trees rustle and sway.

The grass hums a little tune.

This is nature’s way.

A beautiful thing to listen for.

The sound of nature’s music makes for a delightful symphony.

[maxidentt]

͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ( ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. ͏͏ ͏ ͏ )

͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗁𝗈𝗐 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝚍𝚒𝚍 ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗂𝗍 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ 𝖾𝗇𝖽 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ?

͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ꕤ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌.

͏͏ ͏꒳ ͏ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ 𝒐𝒇 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗆𝗒 ͏ ͏ ♡ ͏ ͏ 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝖻𝗅𝖺����𝗄 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝙳𝙾𝙶.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗂 ͏ ͏𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 ͏ ͏𝗂𝗍 ͏ ͏𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏！

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏✋🏻𒀭 ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏𝐛𝐚𝐝 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏

͏͏ ͏ ͏

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ( ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. ͏͏ ͏ ͏ )

͏͏ ͏ ͏𝖼𝗁𝗅𝗈𝖾 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗈𝗋 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗈𝗋 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖺 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗈𝗋 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 ͏͏ ͏ ͏◞ ◟

͏ 𝗂 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗂𝗇 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 ͏͏ ͏ ͏’ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝒔 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌.

͏͏ ͏⬪ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐟𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗈𝗎𝗍 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋. ͏

͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗍𝗁𝖾 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝗆𝖺𝗇 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝗐𝗁𝗈 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽

͏ ͏𝗂 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝖽𝗈 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝗂𝗍 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝒲. ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝖺 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ℐ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏𝘤𝘢𝘯 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝖿𝗂𝗑 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝗁𝗂𝗆. ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏. ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏. ͏ ͏͏ ͏𝗇𝗈 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝗂 ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 ͏ ͏ ͏͏

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏

͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𝗍𝗁𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗌 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. ͏ ͏͏ ͏( ͏ ͏ ͏𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 )