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linoprint i did for g*ndershit zine

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digital immortality | virtual e-morality

1. blueskies-bluescreens on tumblr 2. death, virtual grief and your digital footprint 3. online status of a steam community user 4. my journal dot com 5. & 7. hacked-wtsdz on tumblr 6. STurner4077 on twitter 8. the new forms of mourning by julie alev dilmaç 9. all the ghosts in the machine: illusions of immortality in the digital age 10. unknown 11. fairycosmos on tumblr 12. researching death online

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but i am not a piece of meat or a diamond store or whatever it is. would you blame a dog? interesting question.

so it's me and my friend in the coffee shop and we're both "working" which is to say we're scrolling tumblr, i ask would you love me if i was a worm and we're joking because imagine losing your friend because they sort of kafka out on you. oh my god imagine being a worm though, you'd get to be inside of the soil and just, like, crawlin' around, minding your own business. probably there is no capitalism in the worm life. i want to tell a worm joke here but that would be cilia of me.

so we're chatting about this and i overhear the Table of Guys because if you're in any public place there's like a 30-60% chance of this exact table manifesting (get it? man-ifesting?) unless you're in a certain type of bar, comic book store, brewery, or business meeting; and then the percent spawn chance for the Table of Guys is something like 70 to 95. and i don't need to tell you about who they are or why they're so loud i can overhear them, because you've met them, we both have.

and it's not surprising to you that they're making a joke about something that, like, isn't really funny to me or to you. so when i tune in to one of them saying like what did she fucking expect, both me and my friend send each other that look. and i don't need to tell you what the look is. and then we're quiet for a second, because, like, there's a chance this conversation isn't that one, but it is of course that one, because "locker room talk" actually happens in public, like, all of the time, because they don't actually care if other people are around to feel threatened by them.

everyone at the Table of Guys probably wears shorts during the new england winter and everyone at the Table of Guys has a polo on and everyone at the Table of Guys is probably a "really good guy" and there's this one dude saying like. what are you supposed to do with that. it's putting raw meat in front of a dog and i'm like, okay, these dudes probably failed out of their comp lit class and are probably rude to their waitress but me and my friend are still, just, sitting there, staring at each other. we make another one of those faces and sip our waters judgmentally which is a pretty impressive range of motion out of two pieces of raw meat.

and it's not like it's every day you're reminded of it but i have to walk audrey home because of what happened last spring and there's too many large groups of boys out (it's warm here, finally, and somewhere someone starts howling). i have to park under a streetlamp even though it means more walking in the rain, but, like, bitches stay with our heads on a swivel not today will i be alone in a dark parking lot. we stand outside, talking about the big multi-town drug busts and how addiction is a disease and i mention that they never seem to seize anything like roofies. i'm like there has to be a supplier, right? and we all nod, and then we watch each other's drinks, because last year when this city had what was called a "massive outbreak of drink spiking", the official stance of any officer involved was well, just don't drink anything with alcohol.

because if you're not on guard, it's actually, like, your fault. because you shouldn't have been a diamond store, there are thieves. you shouldn't have been desirable, there are people who are violent when they're desiring. you are a gun. you are a boat. you are a vixen. you are a bird. you are catlike, yawning. you are a force of nature. virgin/whore mother/nympho; whatever, you have overdue bills and want to be a person today, or a worm. that is too bad; you were born in the wrong body, you are actually an unwatched wallet. an unlocked car. expensive jewels in the window. you exist to be coveted. a little shrug from your youth pastor: don't wear anything tight.

this is the same thing as being a dry forest around matches and gender reveal parties. this is the same thing as being an oil slick, a hand grenade, a wet floor. this is the same thing as being an expensive chandelier held up with a big rope - it's asking for it. cartoon character logic; your human body changes shape into the lurid, wolfish, inhumane. your human body, in a dress. your human body, getting groceries. your human body in spaghetti straps. your human body, walking.

actually, when you think about it - it's lucky you've even got this far.

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in tears over this

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one thing that I think needs talked about in regards to Non-Americans Reacting To Americans Visiting Their Country is the simple fact that the Americans encountered anywhere outside the USA, especially in Europe, are usually a small, especially financially privileged subset of Americans

Poor USAmericans often can't leave the country, ever. Forget paid vacation time, a lot of the working class can't get time off work period. When we can take a week off for vacation, we tend to...gravitate strongly towards familiar places, because anything that requires adjustment is rough when you only have like, a week. It still sounds so fake to me that people apparently take multiple-week vacations, especially every year??? (That is a thing, right?)

Americans who ever get to be tourists in Europe are, for the most part, not at all average and i'm genuinely sorry to anyone whose impression of what americans are like comes from tourists. Like. I don't feel particularly close culturally to those folks myself, we lead very different lives

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Someone needs to inform the (rightly) pro-piracy tumblr users that it is no longer 2014 and some of the services they are recommending will turn ur computer in a broken microwave that serves bitcoins to shitheads.

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oh you wanted chocolate atop your boston cream donut? too bad. that chocolate is for the paper bag you stupud bitch

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oh you wanted chocolate atop your boston cream donut? too bad. that chocolate is for the paper bag you stupud bitch

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excerpt from who cares if it’s a choice? snappy answers to 101 nosy, intrusive, and highly personal questions about lesbians and gays by ellen orleans, june 1994

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neurodivergent and queer people how are we feeling?

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obsessed with the german subreddit called Gittertiere (Lattice Animals) which is dedicated to posting pictures of abandoned shopping carts.

Brave lattice animal is blocking the entry to the nest of a tin-vroomer

Completely over-bred lattice animal. Is this still considered beautiful? … In my opinion, this is lattice animal abuse

This lattice animal is utterly tuckered out from waiting for their play mate

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“The sacred and magical and divine is everywhere”

you: yes

“therefore the traditions and practices that involve these things are in some way all related”

you: perennialism, unacceptable

Where did I go wrong? /gen

Mexican and Indian cuisines both involve delicious flatbreads, but Naan and Tortillas are not the result of a secret enlightened order of chefs teaching their culinary secrets to the world. While there is insight to be gained through the study of both naan and tortillas, they do not represent progress towards or from some primordial, ultimate form of flatbread.

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(This is not in Looking for Alaska, nor did I ever write or say it. I admire the symmetry and pith of the line, but I do not believe it is true. As far as I’m aware, people were not “created to be” anything. And there is nothing wrong with loving things? The world is not in chaos because I love Diet Dr Pepper. Also, I do not think the world is in chaos–at least not anymore than it has always been in chaos. I do not like the whole thing where we hearken back to some glorious past, because that glorious past never existed. Thirty years ago, children were twice as likely to die before the age of five as they are today. A hundred ten years ago, most people in the United States could not vote. The idea that life is merely worse today elides so much complexity and minimizes the hard and successful work of so many activists.)

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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”