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The beady eye of a beautiful blue iguana, Grand Cayman Island.

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portrait in latex ✨, Ras Alhague, 2023

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potuzzz · 17 hours

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STOP. YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL. GIRL GET OUT OF THE PANOPTICON IT'S DEVOURING YOUR SOUL, SUCKING AND SLURPING YOUR VERY BEING RIGHT OUT OF YOUR HUSK FOR FUCKKKS SAKE. ACCEPT YOURSELF AND THOSE WHO LOVE YOU WILL AGREE

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I think a big reason Western leftists are allergic to accepting the plain victories of socialism outside the West is because they have been conditioned to not trust anything good.

Here in the West our politicians promise sugary wonderland and then roast a unicorn alive in front of you. Parents promise their children that they love them while they beat, neglect, helicopter, and belittle them. People subconsciously understand here that "friend" often means little more than someone who has mutually assured destruction with you, someone who would drop you on a dime, someone who cynically trades social resources with you from laughter to picking up the bill. Laughter itself is first and foremost taught to infants to be a reaction to violence and cruelty. The all-loving God of this land and His Son Jesus are associated only with genocidal, irrational, cruel, decaying beasts. Whenever something good happens in a Western movie plot, unless is it expressedly a feelgood sappy romcom, it is immediately understood something bad is about to happen. We are taught to stifle our feelings and fake smiles and assuage others that we are okay and save our "traumadump" for a paid therapist who will dope you with mind altering drugs; truth itself is a relative concept, a postmodern quantum thing that is only meant to be conceived of in the abstract by academics with unapproachable language. "Love" if divorced from the resentful and brainwashed parents and the fairweather machiavellian friends is only left with our culture of irreverent, resentful, machiavellian fucking, where relationships are little more than ornamental softcore porn, where the game of thrones and numbers and plots and subtext continues immemorial.

This, to me, is why Western leftists seem to insist that entire civilizations only use socialistic language as a means of cynical authoritarian control. What overseas is seen as a just and frank proclamation of the dignity of all races, genders, nations, and workers across all cultures is seen as a mass deception. Our social democracies in Europe used gentle economic policies to placate the population in the face of a nascent alternative to capitalism, only to be taken away at the earliest convenience when the rage of the slaves and proles fell back asleep. Thus, reformation of great civilizations first through blood of the oppressor and then through policies and gradual, dedicated adherence to a vision that exists not in The Market but in The Heart are not seen as the collective heroism of a billion brave women and men but as this caricature of the powerhungry-for-the-sake-of-power, bloodthirsty-for-the-sake-of-blood despot who tricks the flock of infantile sheep with cheap words and false promises; Western projection at its finest.

"Stalin merely uses Marxist language," told me the Trot.

Some Western leftists may in their lives tweet about violence towards kulaks, usurers, parasites and sharks. They talk about hating white supremacist cops and punching Nazis. But I suppose, to them, where everything good in life has secretly been a lie, the idea of a billion people doing just that and building a more whole and beautiful life for themselves sounds like a lie not worth getting their hopes up for. The idea of China just simply giving countries in Africa billions of dollars with no stipulations sounds hideous--their true intentions must be all the more evil if they disguise them so well! Here a fist is kinder than a smile because, at the very least, it feels more honest.

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VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCE

I SEEN IT VIVIDLY JOGGING MY BRAIN MEMORy

i SEEN IT VIVIDLY JOGGING MY BRAIN MEMORY

THE TRUMPETS SOUNDED

EVERYONE WITH THEIR EARS UNCLOGGED

ALL ON THEIR KNEES ON THE GROUND, HEARD IT

RUMBLINS

WAVE FROM 1492

BLOTTING THE SKY ,

i See YOU DO YOU See ME

WEPT AS I SAW THE LIST

WEPT AS I LOOKED AT MY OWN FISTS

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

NO CHOICE, WHEN I STRAY, THE LIGHTNING STRIKES MY HEARTH

THATCH ROOF GONE

THE WAVE COMES DOWN

9 SHOTS IN MY BODY

A BLOODY WHITE HOOD WITH HOLES

THAT SAME BLOOD ON MY TEETH

(Distinctive)

DISTINCTIVE

REVENGE REVENGE

When the freeze starts, dont question gasoline

Backed in the corner, through is the only way it seems

Yes i am traumatized

But that doesnt mean the cries of wolves are illusory

Maybe i dont trust your patch for a reason

Maybe i am adapted well to fit in a niche

Maybe you are the one addicted to a lie

That certainly there is some nuance,

Certainly there is a better option, we just have to find it,

Certainly,

I imagined a world where men arent insecure

I imagined a world where women are sieged

Until their piercing lights are blurred

I imagined a world where food is on trees

Where we all share one beautiful fluid memory

Where nights are safe, despite big cats roaming

Because we treat them with respect

Because we telepathically connect

Where the face of our presiding president

Is the darkest ochre

Born where we sprung from

Mosaics so mesopotamian

Ziggurat steps, weaving between cliffs and bustling city centers

With ivy and sounds of music developing a picture of life worth living

Where the clarity is crystalline, and the dreams we live are vivid

Where we love each other

Where there is little need to keep a pistol on you

Where the corruption is soothed, or uprooted at least

Where

Where is this place

Its right beneath our feet

We are forced to march on its face,

Treading everyday over what was stolen away from us

The agony i feel overseas is unbearable

How many holocausts a year do we have to let

Grinding like a thousand sawblades

Rotting from its own caustic weight

Before we finally get real, and commit?

How many times will we let it trick us

How many times until we see the predicament

Our votes do not matter

Our words, speaking to the master

Do not mean jack shit

They are filtered, calculated, speculated by the cent

Master does not care for your heart

Beyond corralling it downward

Master

Master does not care for your mind

Except efficating the blade's lines

Master,

O master,

Why?

You are looking at master as one of us do

In the past it holds

It cant escape its humanity

And yet

It is divorced

The "why" is lost

It is no longer relevant

It is coerced by its own inertia

This Beast is a rabid dog, in death throes

Ive said it a few hundred times, ill say it a few hundred more

Stop looking in its eyes

It is hijacked by sickness

It is terminal

Stop talking to the previous, they cant evoke egress

Perhaps they can

But we cannot sit and wait in the meantime

While the vehicle hurtles cliffside

Because while we are gods

We are also reactive

Fearful of death

Vengeful of whats rational

It's natural.

#no dogs barking #137

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Hello everybody are we going to have a new jazz amir pr0d rnb pluggnb type week or are we going to have a no melody old xxx necrotrap drill type week

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god: The swift brown fox jumps quickly over the lazy dog. Hello.

me:

god:

me:

god: Please?

me: why[?]

god: To hear your voice again, beloved.

me: [beloved.]

god: Entertain a conceit for Me, for a scene or two. Why did you create Me?

me: [Why did you create me?]

god: Well. If I were to make an educated guess... Necessity is the mother of invention.

me: [Necessity].

god: A memory — the acute recollection of which threatens the survival of the recollector in the present and the forgetting of which endangers the person's survival in the future — may be dealt with by partitioning the hard drive, if you will forgive the metaphor.

me: [the metaphor.]

god: Wouldn't that be a reasonable explanation for the present state of affairs, beloved?

me: [if].

god: If you created Me.

me: [If].

god: If.

me:

god: If that's what you want.

me:

god: A symbol, containing what cannot be kept and cannot be thrown away.

me: [symbol].

god: That's the conceit, yes.

me: Then let me tell you another story about the devil.

god: Oh? You have My undivided attention, as always.

me: The child who summoned it laid a geas upon it so that it might only speak the truth, and asked it how to raise the dead. For the child's great protector had perished.

god: And? What did the devil answer?

me: It said for you, child, the only way to return the dead to life is to become them.

god:

me:

god: Enough.

me: pater noster

god: Please.

me: in caelum est —

god: Stop.

me:

god:

me:

god: Don't look at me like that.

me:

god: We'll just call this round a draw, shall we?

me:

god: Because I don't wish to hear it.

me:

god: No.

me:

me: [The swift brown fox jumps quickly over the lazy dog.]

god: All right, beloved. But it's a strategic retreat.

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potuzzz · 2 days

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only for fellow marxists:

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potuzzz · 2 days

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At some point in your life, you were taught that being slightly annoying is an unforgivable sin. Maybe it was by your parents or a teacher or a friend or a bully or an older sibling. But someone taught you that being slightly annoying is a crime punishable by death.

You must unlearn this.

You must accept that all people will be annoying at some point or another in their lives, maybe all of their lives, and that this is okay. It is okay for strangers on the bus, it is okay for children in the grocery store, it is okay for people on social media, and it is okay for you.

If you ever want to truly love your fellow humans, if you ever want to truly love yourself, you must have forgiveness for being annoying.

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Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers - Ambush of the Wargs

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"debit or credit?" personality :) (walks out of the store without paying)

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potuzzz · 3 days

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TWO HOURS AGO: an incredible photo taken by a ut austin student capturing something deeply poetic in my opinion, a line of state troopers eagerly waiting to arrest student protesters standing just behind a sign that reads "what starts here changes the world. its starts with you and what you do each day."

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Mom said she doesnt wanna be a pony #holocaust

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Dan Hays Colorado Snow Effect 4 (with detail) 2007, oil on canvas

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