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Dad got four months in jail, mother for house arrest for three months.

Pretty lenient considering they let an infant suffer needlessly.

Remember when that black mother left her kids in the running car to go to a job interview? She was sentenced to 18 years of probation. Wow..

Remember the black mom who left her kids IN A FOOD COURT for a job interview & was charged with child abandonment? Wow. Interesting

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I have had a tooth out. It was unpleasant. Numbed, but awake, it turns out to feel pretty much the way you'd expect when someone literally prises a tooth out of your jaw. I have pics of the extracted tooth and my new hole; out of respect for you, I won't share them unless you ask.

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Michael Bloomberg has said the following:

- “I’d fuck that in a second,”

- “I’d do that piece of meat…”

- “If women wanted to be appreciated for their brains they’d go to the library instead of to Bloomingdale’s”

- Called women: “fat broads” & “horse-faced lesbian.”

- “I know for a fact that any self-respecting woman who walks past a construction site and doesn’t get a whistle will turn around and walk past again and again until she does get one.”

- Testified that he wouldn’t call the rape allegation genuine unless there was “an unimpeachable third-party witness.”

- “If you looked like that, I would do you in a second.”

- Told female employee to “Kill it!” when she informed him she was pregnant.

- “does everything, including blowjobs. I guess, that puts a lot of you girls out of business.”

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I drew this from my favorite episode of the magnus archives: anatomy class

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Fun fact: No one actually really knows how to program a computer

hate when people think I know stuff. I dont know anything, I just use Google. I Google simple words because they look like they're spelled wrong and I cant be sure. I Google how to boil eggs every time I do it. this is who I am.

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Ripley's Shocked But Not Surprised

Ripley's By God, I've Become So Desensitized to The Infinite Parade of New And Ridiculous Ignominies That Comprise Modern Life That You Could Tell Me Anything And I'd Just Be Like "Sure, Fuck It"

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Hamilton Film, With Original Broadway Cast, Will Premiere in October 2021

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I fell asleep four hours before bed time and woke up at bed time with laundry to do. Then my laundry machine did not start working right immediately upon activation as one generally hopes or maybe even expects

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There was a man who saw the universe as it was. This understanding came easily to him. Since birth he’d possessed a unique comprehension of a single higher physical dimension. He knew what four physical dimensions would ‘look’ like. Some grow up with aphantasia, the inability to see clearly in your mind’s eye. He grew up with as close to the opposite as you can get.

Of course, he could not articulate the fourth dimension to anyone. He was not a physicist, or a mathematician, and he was quite alone in his ability. So it was that his understanding of the universe was devoid of confining symbols such as seemed to define his fellows' attempts to match his interpretive ability.

‘Sure guys,’ he thought sometimes. ‘I guess that if you ignore what's really going on, it does kind of look like light is made of wavelike particles. Who am I to shatter your illusion?’

He was no one, and he could not shatter it anyway. If one knew nothing of baseball, and spent a lifetime only watching games and trying to discern the rules, they would not understand baseball. Certainly, one wouldn’t play by a rule book containing the hypotheses of such an one. Yet there were his companions-in-being, an entire race of minds without the rules to baseball, describing particles and forces and energy and fields and waves and the rules that appeared to govern them. But these were not depictions of reality; they were descriptions of what reality looked like. And again, no physicist he, if the others did not know the rules to baseball, he had not learned what games were.

So, alone in his useless awareness, the man grew consumed by his uncontained ideas. After years of reading and writing and thinking, all at once, he became hyperaware. Through the same quirk in genetics that gave him his four-dimensional mind’s eye, he suddenly found that he was perceiving time at the speed of light. He was simultaneously compressed and expanded. Time seemed to stand still, and space seemed to flow about him at a regular pace, but all of it stood in a single moment before him; he had only to track forward and back. It was strange and disorienting.

Once he grew accustomed to automatically tracking forward -- inward -- at what he felt was roughly the usual speed of time, and once he had managed to get his point of perception placed at about when he had been, he began to work on perceiving The Whole. It fascinated him. Everything, in every dimension, was literally, physically connected to everything else. The Whole -- he could see a lot of it when he went in and out through time -- was contiguous, and had a strangely directional consistency to it. Which was to be expected. After all, he reasoned, ‘... if I change something in the past, toward the outer edge of The Whole, it’ll affect what is inward, but not what is outward from it. It will only change the relative future.’ That made sense.

Generally he took great pains not to alter The Whole; he never went outward from his ‘subjective present’ at all if he could help it, other than to conduct an experiment here and there. He knew intuitively that if he made a change outward somewhere, The Whole changed all at once, simultaneously, from out to in. But uncoupled as he had become, it seemed he could now outpace light, at least on the one plane. All at once, simultaneously has a much different meaning in relativistic terms. He found that if he made a change, and rushed inward, he could get ahead of it -- this was very confusing to him, but he was able to accept it.

One day, he sat all but alone in the study of his library, watching his beloved cat stalk along the base of some high shelves. Suddenly, the cat snapped its attention to a far corner. The man lazily followed the animal’s gaze, and seeing nothing, decided to go outward a bit. He cheekily wanted to learn if the cat had seen something ephemeral. He was only out by a few seconds, and he saw nothing, but when he looked back to the cat, it was gone. He blinked, and it wasn’t gone; it had never been there. He felt a cold panic beginning to rake its nails around his heart. He tracked inward and outward, looking for the cat, but he couldn’t find it. After a few moments, he decided to track several years in, fast. And there it was, right where it had been, staring at the corner. And then it wasn’t.

He was horrified! He had loved his cat. The cat had been his companion through many sorrowful hours, but no it hadn’t. He couldn’t recall its name. After some subjective time had passed, he reasoned that he could only remember it at all because of his condition; if he had not been uncoupled, if he had not gone inward to see the cat’s being in the process of being ‘wound up,’ would he never have known it? There is no before and after for the cat’s existence. This he knew; the cat wasn’t. It never had been, and never would be.

That scared him, on a deeper and more primal-- a more primordial level, than he thought was possible. How many creatures, things and people had he loved but never known!? The Whole was always the same, but now, to him, the sameness was somehow after-the-fact. Every breath he took, every step along the road, the world seemed to shift and change around him. He had no more anchor; he saw stars and buildings and animals never exist, and he saw similar things always exist.

The threat of being not was bad enough for him, but worse was the lingering question: what was happening? Was The Whole always like this? What happened to the cat outward? What was in the corner?

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New Secret Knots comic

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Now imagine like thirty of them

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The other day, @cravingsunshine and I were looking at free stuff on Craigslist because that's the world's greatest pass-time.

Someone was offering their old yearbook. The only use I can even think of for an old yearbook is to try magic spells out using the photos. Obviously you don't want to just "try a spell out" on a photo of someone you know, or you may find after the fact that you can only say you knew them, if even that.

Anyway I don't have any spells to try out, and I don't have a safe to keep the pictures — if I were going to start channeling forces beyond my comprehension, I would do it right. I think magic should be respected at least as much as guns.

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Y'all, I have four followers. Three of them were my followers in 2012 before I repurposed the blog in 2020... If you three manage to guess my secret identity, you'll get nothing, but good for you!

There'll be either lots of lgbtq stuff, or bad writing. Maybe both.

My first choice for username was ExistentialRed, then RexistentialDead. Both high quality, top-shelf names, one taken and the other in time grew ugly in mine eyes.

I went with WesternSkye as it's a reference to an old radio drama Western called Sky King. "From out of the blue of the western sky, it's... Sky King!" SkyeQueen was in use at the time.

Anyway, the name is an in-joke, and that's the last hint to my real name you'll ever get.

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I started a bullet journal. This is my first bullet journal; today I started the month log for February. I have all these colorful felt pens, so I thought I'd use them!

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Why am I Here

Skye: Yes one of the ways you've managed to corrupt me. I have Snapchat, Instagram, Reddit. All that's left is Tumblr

Sunny: ...DO ITTTTT