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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

Art by Caterina Gerbasi

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

When the stars are right…

Artwork by Andrea Bonazzi.

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

©️ ᐯ丨丂丨ㄥㄩ乂 - 2024

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

Daria Petrilli, "The labyrinth of shadows"

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

Behbeh

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

Health insurance is not a provider. It is a denier.

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

read an absolute banger from my italian twitter oomfs:

"Italo-American? He probably visited his relatives here and was radicalized by the free SSN (National Healthcare System)"

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣��𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

Ian Cumberland, “Panopticon II”, 2019, oil on linen. B. 1983, Banbridge, Co. Down, Ireland.

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what the fleek is going on

꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

Center of the Digital Cerebrumscape/Labyrinth created for long shots in p0ng0_Labyrinth_ [VTuber KawaiiMermaid120’s Final Livestream]

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

read an absolute banger from my italian twitter oomfs:

"Italo-American? He probably visited his relatives here and was radicalized by the free SSN (National Healthcare System)"

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To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad BY EDGAR ALLAN POE The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.  Here once, through an alley Titanic,        Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—        Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.  These were days when my heart was volcanic        As the scoriac rivers that roll—        As the lavas that restlessly roll  Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek        In the ultimate climes of the pole—  That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek        In the realms of the boreal pole.  Our talk had been serious and sober,        But our thoughts they were palsied and sere—        Our memories were treacherous and sere—  For we knew not the month was October,        And we marked not the night of the year—        (Ah, night of all nights in the year!)  We noted not the dim lake of Auber—        (Though once we had journeyed down here)—  We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,        Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.  And now, as the night was senescent        And star-dials pointed to morn—        As the star-dials hinted of morn—  At the end of our path a liquescent        And nebulous lustre was born,  Out of which a miraculous crescent        Arose with a duplicate horn—  Astarte's bediamonded crescent        Distinct with its duplicate horn.  And I said—"She is warmer than Dian:        She rolls through an ether of sighs—        She revels in a region of sighs:  She has seen that the tears are not dry on        These cheeks, where the worm never dies,  And has come past the stars of the Lion        To point us the path to the skies—        To the Lethean peace of the skies—  Come up, in despite of the Lion,        To shine on us with her bright eyes—  Come up through the lair of the Lion,        With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,        Said—"Sadly this star I mistrust—        Her pallor I strangely mistrust:—  Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!        Oh, fly!—let us fly!—for we must."  In terror she spoke, letting sink her        Wings till they trailed in the dust—  In agony sobbed, letting sink her        Plumes till they trailed in the dust—        Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.  I replied—"This is nothing but dreaming:        Let us on by this tremulous light!        Let us bathe in this crystalline light!  Its Sybilic splendor is beaming        With Hope and in Beauty to-night:—        See!—it flickers up the sky through the night!  Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,        And be sure it will lead us aright—  We safely may trust to a gleaming        That cannot but guide us aright,        Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."  Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,        And tempted her out of her gloom—        And conquered her scruples and gloom:  And we passed to the end of the vista,        But were stopped by the door of a tomb—        By the door of a legended tomb;  And I said—"What is written, sweet sister,        On the door of this legended tomb?"        She replied—"Ulalume—Ulalume—        'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"  Then my heart it grew ashen and sober        As the leaves that were crispèd and sere—        As the leaves that were withering and sere,  And I cried—"It was surely October        On this very night of last year        That I journeyed—I journeyed down here—        That I brought a dread burden down here—        On this night of all nights in the year,        Oh, what demon has tempted me here?  Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber—        This misty mid region of Weir—  Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber—        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."  Said we, then—the two, then—"Ah, can it        Have been that the woodlandish ghouls—        The pitiful, the merciful ghouls—  To bar up our way and to ban it        From the secret that lies in these wolds—        From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds—  Had drawn up the spectre of a planet        From the limbo of lunary souls—  This sinfully scintillant planet        From the Hell of the planetary souls?"

꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

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Cordelia's Song The moon shines whitely; I shall take My silk umbrella, lest the moon Too warmly fall upon the lake And cause my bridal flowers to swoon. The sparrow's sorrow is in vain, And so does he his bride forget. I wed the long grass and the rain, And seven sailors dripping wet. And shall not you and shall not I Keep tryst beside this silent stream, Who thought that we should rather die Than wed the peacock's amber dream? The moon shines whitely, I shall take My silk umbrella, lest the moon Too coldly fall upon the lake And chill my bridal flowers too soon.

꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

thanks @cryptidclub for some wonderful ash pins ❤️ I got a compliment today about them

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꧁ঔৣ ྀི﴿ ྀི𓊇ྀི༻ ྀི﷽ ྀི𓆸 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ🀥 ྀི𖦹꩜𖡎¿⸮𝓜𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓖𝓝𝓔, 𝓞𝓡: 𝓐 𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓔 𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨𝓢𝓘𝓒𝓢 𝓞𝓕 𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓢𝓟𝓐𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓥𝓔𝓛, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓓𝓞𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓐𝓡, 𝓦𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓔 𝓝𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓓𝓐𝓡𝓚𝓝𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓜𝓐𝓓𝓔 𝓛𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣, 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓘𝓒𝓐𝓛 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓞𝓕𖭅ʖ༘̇𖡎꩜𖦹🀥 ྀི𑣿ྀིྀ𓆸 ྀི﷽ ྀི༆𓊆ྀི﴾ঔৣ꧂☄ ྀི

Wolfgang Tillmans in Prinzessinnenstrasse 2, 10969 Berlin, PIN-UP MAGAZINE, ISSUE 32, SPRING/SUMMER 2022 VS Michelangelo Pistoletto, Labirinto e megafoni, Museum Boymans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam, Netherlands, 1969