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I’ve escaped. and now I’m in your house they/he/it haunting Vegas | primus enjoyer, multiple sclerosis enthusiast. drawing lots and lots ✍🏻 discord : necromancing | art insta: nekromancing |
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I may be sleepy, but I finally felt comfortable enough to ask for help and set up a gofundme. There’s a ton I still need to add for more details on the situation, but might as well post it before I fall asleep 🤎🙏
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Fred Durst playing the dad in I Saw The TV Glow would break this guy’s brain
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In some ways this is the government now
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I'm excited for Limp Bizkit, but I'm a little worried about Antifa...
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I'm sick and tired of seeing these thugs terrorize big events and am worried that they will try to interrupt Limp Bizkit's set. My gf (F19) and I (M31) are going to our first Lollapalooza and are concerned about the growing threat around the city
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In some ways this is the government now
r/Lollapalooza 3 yr. ago
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I'm excited for Limp Bizkit, but I'm a little worried about Antifa...
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I'm sick and tired of seeing these thugs terrorize big events and am worried that they will try to interrupt Limp Bizkit's set. My gf (F19) and I (M31) are going to our first Lollapalooza and are concerned about the growing threat around the city
sadomasochist.bsky.social
need psychology studies on the type of person that blasts music in an apartment complex past midnight on weekdays. what level of solipsism are we dealing with
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yelp has the nerve. to say “crab rangoon is having a moment right now!” crab rangoon is literally always having a moment. you bitch
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damn, I was like, 16 when I went to this?I said to my dad, take me and my friend to see Denzel Curry in a parking lot. It’s free. Do it right now. He went, what the hell, sure.
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vid from 2014, Denzel Curry performing in a parking lot 4 free ( alongside Mykki Blanco and Trash Talk ) right outside Art Basel — the beginning of Art Basel being hosted in Wynwood, near Miami ( subsequently gentrifying tf out of the coolest art district we had in south Florida )
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hey hey- things have been rough the past couple of days. my mom is stuck in the hospital, my partner has to spend all his money on our move coming up, and my health insurance is going away. I have nothing in the bank account & my migraines are preventing me from doing much— anything at all can help
VENMO; @Grey-Adams-13 CASHAPP- $greyxadams
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Grey / Art
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There’s been new additions to my Etsy after such a long break! Been working hard on cleaning up designs for merch and prints. Hope people end up enjoying them as much as I love making them.

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A print of a digital painting— pochita, and orange dog with a chainsaw coming out from his head, being held up by two hands. The background is in shades of greens. A canvas print. Two veiled figures in red hold onto each other, the center is a deck of cards facing upwards, the top asking; What about you feels hardest to love? Oyasumi punpun crop top, a panel from the manga in pink and white + black lines and shadows. Aiko, a young girl, kisses punpun, a small bird-like creature Another Pochita! This time, the same digital painting is on a tan tote bag, with added flowers on the prints borders.
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MC Ride and Hatsune Miku never in the same room at once.. makes you wonder
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going through TikTok stuff to clear out things ( we love being scared of the surveillance state ) but then I found my DEATH GRIPS X HATSUNE MIKU vid please enjoy
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when you have to say how much you definitely love trans people before saying their entire lives can be sacrificed, no you don’t <3
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daily figure study ( WIP )
#figuredrawing #art #illustration #digitalart #figurestudy
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#artWIP look at the courthouse for Hardcore Homicide modeled in #blender#indiedev #gamedev #3dmodeling
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Coffeeeee oh watch OUT !! THAT’s THE LAST SUPPER YOU ARE STANDING ON YOU ARE CRUSHING JESUS !!!!
Small calico kitten, sitting atop a clock with the last supper printed within a false frame Same calico kitten, but now, she’s swinging at you
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Solipsism of a torturer threatened by viewing the opposing side of their weapon;

“Every weapon has two ends. In converting the other person's pain into his own power, the torturer experiences the entire occurrence
exclusively from the nonvulnerable end of the weapon.”
Every weapon has two ends. In converting the other person's pain into his own power, the torturer experiences the entire occurrence exclusively from the nonvulnerable end of the weapon. If his attention begins to slip down the weapon toward the vulnerable end, if the severed attributes of pain begin to slip back to their origin in the prisoner's sentience, their backward fall can be stopped, they can be lifted out once more by the presence of the motive. If the guard's awareness begins to follow the path of the bullet, that path itself can be bent so that he himself rather than the prisoner is the bullet's destination: his movement toward a recognition of the internal experience of an exploding head and loss of life is interrupted and redirected toward a recognition of his own loss of three pfennig. It does not matter that there is always an extraordinary disjunction between the two levels of need- between being shot and losing three pfennig, between being the victim of the massive concentration camp brutalities and having to watch those brutalities, between extreme and prolonged physical pain of torture and being in need of a piece of information-for the work of the false motive is formal, not substantive; it prevents the mind from ever getting to the place where it would have to make such comparisons. Power is cautious. It covers itself. It bases itself in another's pain and prevents all recognition that there is "another" by looped circles that ensure its own solipsism.
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On turning bodies against itself;

“The prisoner's body (…) in its needs and wants, (…) in its small and moving gestures of friendship toward itself-is, like the prisoner's voice, made a weapon against him, made to betray him on behalf of the enemy, made to be the enemy.”
Only when a person throws his head back and swallows three times does he begin to apprehend what is involved in one hundred and three or three hundred and three swallows, what atrocities one's own body, muscle, and bone structure can inflict on oneself. The political prisoner is, of course, reminded of this at every moment. Each source of strength and delight, each means of moving out into the world or moving the world in to oneself, becomes a means of turning the body back in on itself, forcing the body to feed on the body: the eyes are only access points for scorching light, the ears for brutal noises; eating, the act at once so incredible and so simple in which the world is literally taken into the body, is replaced by rituals of starvation involving either no food or food that , nauseates; taste and smell, two whole sensory modes that have emerged to watch over the entry of the world into the body, are systematically abused with burns and cuts to the inside of nose and mouth, and with bug-infested or putrefying substances; normal needs like excretion and special wants like sexuality are made ongoing sources of outrage and repulsion. Even the most small and benign of bodily acts becomes a form of agency. In The First Circle, Solzhenitsyn describes how prisoners, while sleeping, were forced to keep their hands outside the blanket, and he writes, "It was a diabolical rule. It is a natural, deep-rooted, unnoticed human habit to hide one's hands while asleep, to hold them against one's body."S* The prisoner's body—in its physical strengths, in its sensory powers, in its needs and wants, in its ways of self-delight, and finally even, as here, in its small and moving gestures of friendship toward itself-is, like the prisoner's voice, made a weapon against him, made to betray him on behalf of the enemy, made to be the enemy.
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In regards to the weaponization of voices;

“Just as the words of the one have become a weapon, so the words of the other are an expression of pain (…) The question, whatever its content, is an act of wounding; the answer, whatever its content, is a scream.”
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(for whatever their spatial proximity, there are no two experiences farther apart than suffering and inflicting pain), so the interrogation is the verbal objectification of that colossal discrepancy. In his desperate insistence that his questions be answered, the torturer luxuriates in the privilege or absurdity of having a world that the other has ceased to have. Nowhere does language come so close to being the concrete agent of physical pain as here where it not only occurs in such close proximity to the raising of the rod or the turning on of the electricity, but also parallels and thereby doubles the display of distance. Just as the words of the one have become a weapon, so the words of the other are an expression of pain, in many cases telling the torturer nothing except how badly the prisoner hurts. The question, whatever its content, is an act of wounding; the answer, whatever its content, is a scream. This identification of the physical and verbal acts is consciously or unconsciously acknowledged in the language of the torturers themselves. The leading generals in charge of torture under the Colonels' Regime in Greece repeatedly spoke to their prisoners in images dramatizing the connection between two dreaded forms of exposure, open wounds and confession: "Hazijisis punched me in the chest one day and said, 'Here, you're going to tell all. You will open out like a rose.' Of the many forms of brutality used under this regime, the most persistent, other than falanga, was the delivery of repeated blows to the prisoner's sternum, often causing him to vomit blood. This type of body damage provided the torturers with their idiom for confession: "Here you'll spew it all up"; "You are Mitsii the taxi-driver whom we've been hunting for. Now you're in our hands. We know everything. This is ESA. You'll vomit blood and tell us yourself. "
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Hands are our best defense + hands cuffed behind our backs is the reminder of a loss of agency. We have our voice to maintain that agency, still, and they will work hard to destroy it. Our voices are stomped out and replaced with sounds of being in pain. Fascism takes away the senses.
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We see this in the kidnappings & disappearances of the individuals posed as a threat. The violent apprehension and restraining of an individual, the torture starting in that moment and continuing until their release— even then, when released, the pain inflicted continues in the body that remembers.
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And when thinking about the present, we must be aware of how these dynamics work. Pain inflicted on enemies of a fascist state is a sign of fascist frailty, and that frailty insists on more and more brutality.
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when it was always the safest barrier for protecting their world, the torturer uses their power dynamic to assert that only his world exists. The torturer’s world grows only by eating the others.
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Two worlds exist here; that which the oppressor must maintain, and the one world that has not been maintained yet; the body of the prisoner. Through the consistent and persistent infliction of pain, and the subject’s loss of comprehension of themselves when their body becomes their own threat +
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We are a nation founded on pain. functioning off the bodies separated from their identities, which is in favor of the identity that prospers off of authority. When the torturer and the prisoner exist in one room, the torturer can only gain ground by obliterating the separate world in front of them.