#FarmerStruggles

[helmort]

🎃 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗜𝗿𝗼𝗻 🎃

In the turbulent year of 1960, an enigmatic figure known as "The Great General" cast his ominous shadow over a South American state. His reputation, a tenebrous legend, surpassed his meager military prowess. Born of privilege, not talent, his dominion over the land was built on fear and ruthless executions.

One eerie day, he embarked on an expedition to a nameless, remote town where chickens outnumbered souls, and a simple meal of rice and beans held more value than lofty ideals. His mission: to mock the struggles of ordinary people. Yet, he could not have foreseen the descent into an abyss that awaited him.

The horror began when he coerced local farmers and fishermen into grotesque performances, silencing any who dared oppose his twisted amusement. But the true nightmare lurked within a decrepit shanty. There, he stumbled upon cryptic books written in an eerie script. Silence reigned, despite his violent inquisitions, until a quaking woman unveiled a concealed trap door in the floor. Defying her desperate pleas, he descended into a chasm, unearthing an intricate tunnel leading to a hidden underground sanctuary. This was no rebel's lair, but a crypt of dread built by ancient civilizations, concealing arcane technology untouched by time. The General's gaze fell upon lifelike robots, grotesque automatons resistant to the ravages of ages. Driven by his insatiable hunger for power, he recklessly attempted to awaken the mechanical sentinels through a cryptic computer thinking about world dominion. A dark ritual unfurled, igniting a cataclysmic response. The ancient machines turned on his men, orchestrating a ghastly symphony of metallic death with noises of chainsaws and broken bones.

As they circled him, they revealed their cursed genesis. "Once, we were human, warriors" they intoned, "but a shaman's curse transmuted us into beings of iron, for only iron conceals a killer's heart. You, too, shall share our fate: an eternity of silence, encased in an iron coffin, a grotesque parody of life."

In a blinding flash, The Great General joined their grotesque metallic ranks, stripped of humanity. He waited in eternal torment, a soulless sentinel in the shadows, eager to claim more hapless souls who dared venture into the abyss.

💀☠️💀☠️💀

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[tendtoyourroots]

New York Times wrote about me 😊

Caesar Chavez once said “It’s ironic that those who till the soil, cultivate and harvest the fruits, vegetables, and other foods that fill your tables with abundance have nothing left for themselves.”

The response to the article has been amazing. I appreciate your kind words and thoughts.

I’ve been mostly silent about the struggles over the past few years , but that isn’t quite right to my success.

Life has gotten better for me for sure.

I still don’t have a relationship with my blood family due to my sexuality. I’m fully supporting myself , while payin for my bills and going to school.

My story is common to those in my community. I’m grateful for the love I’ve received from close friends and people I haven’t spoken to in years.

Being a farmer has really given me a purpose and strength to continue striving.

In New York , being a farmer is seasonal. Surviving on your own is difficult , but not impossible.

If anyone knows of a morning shift hiring , someone needing their pets, babies , or house taken care of in the morning let me know. A never ending chase to make ends meet.

Thank you for the love ,

Farmer Ria

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