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Good news: he's safe. Bad news: that is a face that is plotting. This is not the end.

hopefully this isn't doxxing myself but there is legitimately a zebra on the loose in my town

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Made some friends today

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me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???

my brain:

my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………

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Report now! Report often!

It's happening in schools everywhere. Sexes changing! DEI happening in waves! There is even clear video evidence that ten year olds go in as girls and come out as boys!

Here is the shocking video evidence*

Who knows how just how deep this goes? As a concerned citizens, we must link this video, again and again and again to the Department of Education's "End DEI" campaign. But be careful --don't send large, memory sucking screen grabs of the most damning parts. That could crash the website! Or tie up the resources of the staff. We don't want that, do we?

(*Semi-serious warning --- the linked video contains scenes of fish-on-fish violence and illicit fish-on-fish intercourse that should not be used as data heavy screengrabs that would possibly crash the site.)

**sauce: NPR article

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the start of a comic i was making in 2023 about a mosquitos point of view

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tiktok: christinajulian_91

audio credit: anthony vincent

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This animal was requested!

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Mozu: 小さなスペース (2023)

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Perhaps. But I am thinking this: fear only made a better outcome for a few vague worms, in a non-defined way.

Love --while at first causing undeniable, real harm -- when coupled with a true desire to learn and do better, benefitted and continues to benefit later worms.

It's powerful enough that it changed the actions and habits of other people beyond you and inspired them to be kind.

It literally moved the earth and the rocks within in attempt to mend and make things better for all the worms around you.

Just... be careful with your love. It can be violent, like the writhing agony of being cut in two. But it's also a cool spritz of water during a hot day. A guiding hand back down from the tree.

Over fear that divides us from the dirt, choose the questioning, transforming kind of love, the kind that reflects on itself and tries to do better.

Every time.

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

and she told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and i would go to heaven, and i would be able to talk to the worms, and i would be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident out of excessive Love, and that they would forgive me, because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

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Have A Nice Day!

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i have just said by Mary Oliver

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Awww shit yall know what it is