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look one one hand I support oklahoma! the musical haters. especially when they come with lore like yeah my school did the show and at 12 I realized it represents the sickness at the core of america or whatever the quote is. idk I'm canadian anyway I fully support those people and their rage bbut the fucking cunt of the show. what a fucked up little piece. this is why i love ok19 they understood the assignment it's not a classic (honorable) it's a classic (to be studied to be poked and put in the microwave) laurie indie movie protagonist suddenly dropped in the middle of slutty saturday with annie will and curly all tryna bone so she does the cowboy-aesthetic equivalent of dropping acid and the haze machine starts up. curly struts into judd's house gets all close and homo with him just to say 'kys' and then leave. sir what was that. likenot a single song that isn't horny and half the characters are like the worst people you've ever met also the murder at the end like curly fucking kills judd he does that in front of everyone and the whole fucking cast is like 'it;s ok bb we got you we'd never snitch' how on earth has anyone seen this and thought wow what an all-american family show. can't even blame it on the text at that point it just says so much about the audience it took the latest production that literally left them soaked in judd's blood to realize this isn't a kiddie show we did not come here to play cowboys we are here to watch those sweaty twenty-somethings slowly self-destruct and say words rodgers and hammerstein couldn't reclaim. two new yorkers basically copypasted green grow the lilacs and added in those silly little songs and that fucking ridiculous ending this is the epitome of modern western media like this explains so much I think the hunger games books were prophetic
#i-yip-i-oh-ee-ay#oklahoma!#<- idk if anyone would have it blocked or anything but. for good meausre
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You're like if DMT was a person (affectionate)
so, this definitely isnt true. BUT
this evening, one of my friends offered me some meow meow AKA mephedrone, which is a basically normal fun stimulant, so i said sure, and then a while after i took it i started feeling increasingly weird, but i was feeling weird before so i wrote it off, and then i started feeling REALLY WEIRD so i went outside to try to see if i was just overstimulated but that didnt work either so i went and laid down and had closed eye visuals but i was like, okay, whatever, kind of normal i guess, but then i felt nauseous so i went to the bathroom and i started to notice very appreciable open eyed visuals, like, fractals but not just the good kinds, like images of overlapping dogs eating each other, a whole field of them, scary stuff. so i asked my friends if that was a thing that mephedrone did and we were pretty sure no. he gave me a benzo, to calm down whatever i was getting
and he went upstairs, and checked, and the thing is that mephedrone and 2cb are both white powders of similar textures. and he had them in labeled bags but. he meausres out each pill separately, for when hes administering them. and he mixed them up, and i got the unlucky pill. so i was on 80mg 2cb. without warning.
so that was rough. but not that rough? i was like...fine. i mean to some extent thats the nature of 2cb, its gentler than acid and shrooms. it was actually a pretty nice night! talked with my firneds, had some interesting friendly conversation. felt very unstale, very pleasingly rich.
ANYWAY my friends said that my behaivor was remarkably normal, even though my subjective experience was full of weird trippy visuals, fractals in everything and trails after action and all this stuff. arguably more normal than normal summer is
so its POSSIBLE that im not like if dmt was a person, im like if the INVERSE (as a process applied to your brain) of benzo+little beer+80mg 2cb was a person. because if you apply those things to me, you get the normal person
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[A CLICK, A HUM OF A RECORDING]
[I]nstrument reading's range does seemed to have degraded [PAUSE] be it through countless years of use [PAUSE] or through the wear and tear of time [STOP] Nonetheless [PAUSE] there is a solution to be had [PAUSE] mobile weather collection via organic creatures [PAUSE] as created by my sister [PAUSE] Tresspass of Query [STOP]
[SILENCE, WHIR OF ROTORS SPINNING]
I would have to admit [PAUSE] it is good to see her commiting her energy and time to more fruitful endeavor [STOP] As much as this is a stopgap meausre as any [PAUSE] it is an attempt! [PAUSE] A measure! [PAUSE] A step in the right direction after all [PAUSE] even decay would eventually take us regardless our best attempts to delay it [PAUSE] it... [STOP]
Eventually [PAUSE] time comes for us all [STOP] With no measure of capability for any of us to manufacture long-lasting towers to continue aiding us in our work [PAUSE] I belive Query's temporary solution to be adequate [STOP] Perfunctory? [PAUSE] No [PAUSE] perhaps just "good enough for now" [STOP]
[PEALS OF RIPPLING STONE CEASES TO SPEAK]
[RUSTLING, METAL FINGERS RUNNING ALONG FABRIC]
And to this [PAUSE] erm [PAUSE] to those that were supposed to listen but never had the chance [PAUSE] to my creators long gone [STOP] A report [PAUSE] however insufficient [STOP]
1879.799- Peals of Rippling Stone to Motion of Frost, Breath Coalesced [PAUSE] AI Development Lead, Notary of Guild Fens [PAUSE] Project Lead of- [STOP]
REPORT
I'm [PAUSE] not sure what to leave here [PAUSE] really [STOP] I suppose that much of the formatting and protocols Query had informed me of does little to assuage such derths of [PAUSE] such lacking of content or thought as of right now [STOP]
The [PAUSE] structure I am and my sister are [PAUSE] continue to slowly [PAUSE] gradualy [PAUSE] decay [STOP] I do not know you well enough [PAUSE] thusly why I continue to struggle to put to word of what I can say to you [PAUSE] or think to what you could say of this particular situation [STOP] This decay is expected [PAUSE] my sister and I's structures/internals/machinery/organs will continue to persist [PAUSE] though I fear for our senior in construction [PAUSE] Silent Surface [PAUSE] and their wellbeing [STOP]
It has been some time that they had responded to our hails across communications [PAUSE] it is likely [PAUSE] along with their emissions [PAUSE] that they had taken time to quietly assess what problems had surfaced from their [PAUSE] considerable age [STOP]
I do not know why I am to assume lead of this region's pursuit of the Solution when Silent and Query are right there [SILENCE, A LOOP]
Perhaps I shall resume recording these thoughts another time [STOP] There is something that requires my full attention at the moment [STOP]
[HUM OF MACHINE TURN TO SILENCE TURN TO END OF RECORDING]
#Peals of Rippling Stone#uhhh fuck it's 5 in thr morning#good night tristate area#yeah sur3 let's write a multi paragraph thingymajig that's just peals recordingnthoughts and sruff.nthat woud be swell. says person that#stared at document for 5 days doing nothing with it
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ok one moment
like something something. i feel like im doing a shit job at somehow every aspect of my life no matter what it is. no matter how big or small. and i think the only things ppl ever say is that everyone feels like that but i still cant help like at least other people have at least something to hold on to. i fucking suck at everything and ive not been happy with anything ive tried to do for years and i wish it was melodrama. ive gone out and tried new things. ive broken down every time and been too burnt out to ever continue. try to not be self-conscious and to not be jealous of how easily people can sit there and thrive but i just end up hating myself and crying. i wish i had the focus to even just do menial shit like read. invest myself into something. but i cant stay cognizant for more than 10 fucking minutes any more and then im gone. and theres flashes of energy and frenzied bullshit and sometimes it can carry me forward but then i look back on everything i did and feel sick because i was obviously just fucking withit. sloppy crap you know. something something. it just all feels like more work and effort and none of its remotely rewarding it just feels like im trying to prove to people that im trying and i dont like any of it and its all too exhausting . so in the end its like ive done nothing and maybe that doesnt matter because i dont reallyhave anyone to prove it to anyway. cause im shit at that too. and its youre not meant to meausre how fucking good you are at being friends with people like that but i cant even fucking help it any more do you know. what i am good at is staring at the wall for hours and imagining i dont exist any more like a rancid self pitying bastard. does anyone else like to stare at the wall. i think its been years and years and ive not made any progress or got anywhere and just got steadily worse and i keep waiting for it to matter but it never seems to etc. etc. i feel really pathetic that the last time i consistently talked to people irl was 5 years ago now and even then i just felt alone constantly and like i meant nothing and that everyone would forget mein a heartbeat and knowing i was always right about it sucks. something something desperate loser. god fuck me in the head im gonna go to work again on tuesday and have people ask me what i did for four days straight fuck me man wheres my pretend im not on the brink of fucking offing myself hat.
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I bought my first sewing pattern!
It's a 'very easy' buttericks classic skirt pattern from 1987, unused and I paid 50cents (thanks op shop).
I opened it to look at the instructions and I dont understand a thing :')
Also I'm afraid to unfold the pattern pieces in case I can't fold them up again and then they won't fit in the envelope.
#this confirms my suspicions that patterns are not the way to learn how to sew#they should exist only as shape templates once you already know what you're going to make and want to have replicatable shapes#also in my srwing fb group people are always like "any good patterns for an apron/baby bib/other thing that#any good patterns for an apron/bib/other thing that is clearly just a basic shape with a few smaller bits#like why do you need a pattern for an apron cheryl ive been doinf this a month and i can already make an apron by eye#i feel i would have patterns for sleeve bodice and pant leg shapes and sizes#but like#i can SEE how the pieces come together theyre just so i dont have to measure every time#someone asked for a pattern for a circle skirt yesterday#maam just google circle skirt calculator#it will tell you 1/4 of your waist size and from there just fold your fabric in half twice#follow the meaurements given at the small end and rhen meausre how long you want skirt to be plus a little bit#and cut out????#then you know waistband#and youtube will teach you how to do closures#if i feel confident making a circle skirt after 9 hours of class and some youtube#i really dont know why someone whos been making their own garment for years needs a pattern for a circle skirt#sew sew sew your clothe
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I am absolutely obsessed with your Jango belt diagram and the question it poses. Here are some different scenarios I’ve gathered for what could be in that last pouch:
-The good gum (the kind he’ll only share with you if you’ve unlocked level 10 friendship with him, other pouch is a decoy)
-Two tickets to the theatre (the sweetheart remembered your love for Mamma Mia when he heard it was coming to town)
-Shopping receipts (you’re the tired employee working the cash register when he comes in with three full bags to return)
-His Yugioh deck (always gotta’ be ready for when somebody challenges you to a children’s card game)
-The Heart of the Ocean (“But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end?” “Well, baby, I went down and got it for you.” “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”)
Every one of these suggestions is a gem and they delight me.
Other great ideas from the tags include:
"THE BABY FORMULA THING THATS GREEN AND HAS LIKE 5 POCKETS THAT U ROTATE THE LID AROUND FOR ITS MEAUSRED TOO SO YOUCAN JUST POUR THAT SHIT INTO THE BOTTLE AND ADD WATER" - I haven't seen such a thing but it's clearly useful for the parent on the go
educational DVDs and movies to entertain Boba on trips
"a walking open 24/7 drugstore"
"he's like the cool mom from mean girls he comes to kamino and is like do you guys need any snacks? any condoms? any alcohol? and he pulls it all out of his fannypacks"
the very practical "also wallet"
"don't forget 'second set of keys for the shed' and 'overdue tax papers'" - I really want to see Jango Fett's shed
"i think that last one is probably hand lotion"
"I have almost this many on my dykey utility belt and yeah that's kinda whats goin on also cigarettes brass knuckles a knife and acrylic markers" - ma'am are you trying to seduce us
"SO true tho may I suggest: snacks. Little coin purse. tiny stuffed animal keychain (IMPORTANT)"
"dad behaviour"
"no pocket screwdriver?"
"i hope he pulls out a wallet and it just unfolds into like 25 baby boba polaroids" - YES
"yeah condoms. many. a lot"
"I hope there's one for pocket sand"
"i bet it's goldfish crackers for boba. it has to be"
"as for the last one? it's snacks. he acts like it's something super secret so he doesn't get asked to share"
so I think, whatever else, we have consensus that Jango Fett is always prepared for a) low blood sugar b) safer sex c) boasting about his kid
meanwhile "boba's has a single nyquil cold&sinus capsule in each pocket & they rattle aroudn when he walks" and "what r in bobas pockets....... despair"
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My dearest friend. Firstly. WHAT THE FUCK. I JUST FINISHED READING CHAPTER 2 AND I HAVE YET TO STOP CRYING 😭 I'm glad the whole loving Nat relationship continued but did you really need to rip our hearts out and then stomp on it for good meausre??? Secondly, may I be added to your taglist? I don't wanna miss anymore of your tearjerkingly amazing stories 😁
Heyo, mate! Your reactions just give me life and I love them! 😭 Thank you for reading and supporting my stories! I appreciate you and your entire being. 🥰
You shall be added to the tag list for more angsty shit. Much love! ❤️
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s/o to that time I bought a CD that was just five different versions of Personal Jesus
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I have a big test tomorrow and I nervous about it
Tbh I think one of the biggest things that can help is being relaxed. And idk how to help w that. I’ve always been a nervous person but always felt like I was good at tests. But I know test anxiety affects a lot of people.
Tests are just one way people to try to meausre your knowledge. It’s not all knowing, it doesn’t determine if you truly know something or not. It’s truly annoying how much school values them. My advice would be to study, but also don’t exhaust yourself w it, focus on your test don’t look around at others, and most importantly would be trust your instinct. I think us nervous folk tend to be smarter than we think we are. Lots of luck to you!!
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another issue with bryan caplan’s open borders book: it goes into the issue of culture (a concern i dont really understand, but is clearly common enough that like, it matters), gives data on language, trust, and criminality, and never gives data on you know...culture. and like, i get it, thats hard to meausre, but then you should acknowledge that you dont really have a good counterargument there
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GOOD EVENING GAYS GUESS WHO MEAUSRED THEIR WAIST AND ITS 26 INCHES☺💖💖💖😳💖🥴💖💖🥴😳💖🥴😳
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Love had always eluded me.
I had yet again put my heart out to get hurt beyound meausre.
Somehow it made me think that i was sadistic. I would always love so hard that nobody could reach that point. I loved those who would never love me unconditionally.
So here i was alone yet again, crying , panicking, procastinating.
My head always knew the ending.
My heart though was as if it was on acid.
I was crying and laughing at the same time. So much conflict in one person.
I would make a good subject study for doctors.
That was how i was found next day. Watermarks of tears yet smile on my lips.
Dead to the world.
Alive in realms of unknown.
( pic - schinako)
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