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sonder aka variable • major • any pronouns • white • agnostic + jewish, emphasis on the ish • my carrd

it would have sucked to be into The Eroticism Of The Machine in, like, 1601. you effectively have four options to choose from: "clocks," "looms," "the printing press" and "trebuchets." and nobody makes trebuchets anymore, it's all cannons now. you can't even post about it, all you can do is print a pamphlet. and god help you if you do that as a Printing Press Fucker. then you're practically begging for a callout pamphlet.

More of you are down to fuck a loom or a waterwheel than I had anticipated. Listening and learning.

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those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them

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kevin n lauren have a fun game they play where they drag each other around town in body bags until the one dragging the other gets tired (takes hours) (one time the bag ripped and lauren just lay there for a couple hours until kevin realized) (kevin has died in the bag before bc they tied it too tight) (charles is concerned but passes it off as therapy for them)

thoms england.

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Why do people keep asking me about a glove

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Who's OJ simpson

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HEY DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE THAT ONE SOUL GUY WENT

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Wait have you all seen the gnome

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What gnome???

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⚾️ blaseball

what

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takig a straw out into the garden after it rains and slurping up all the yujmmy delicios mud

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Thinking about divorce

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Thinking about marriage

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What the fuck

How do you preserve the food from your garden so it doesn't go bad before you can eat it?

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You are wildly underestimating my ability to go fucking feral about fresh produce. I don't think I even brought snap peas into the house last year. Just ate them right off the vine.

Though I did end up freezing the strawberries/blue berries as they ripened, but even those were consumed within the week.

The only tough one was the potatoes, but that was resolved by just foisting potatoes on everyone I knew. Much more welcome than Zucchinis.

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Oh this is why every gardening person I know keeps trying to give me the food they grow

That, and we love you. Homegrown produce is a love language.

Unless it's zucchini. Then it's a cry for help.

Tomato (June) - I think highly of you; treasured friend

Tomato (September) - you are a warm body that is nearby

Fresh new asparagus - romantic love

Artichoke - fondness

New rhubarb with leaves removed - flirtatious potential

Rhubarb with leaves left on - the bloom is gone

Swiss chard - I have made mistakes

Perpetual spinach - declaration of animosity between our houses

White-fleshed potato - you are a neighbor

Blue or red fleshed potato - as above, but with overtones of camaraderie/affection

Kale - you are a person who was nearby when I had kale

Raspberries - you are a person I admire

Strawberries - you are a treasure

Onion - I am confused

Young French beans or young peas - I thought of you especially

Runner beans - mild criticism; familial ties; gift from parent to child

Pumpkins - overt romantic, sexual or childhood-bestie interest; highest declaration of loyalty

Prettily coloured popping corn, I.e. glass gem - let this seal the breach between our houses

Zucchini/courgette - cry for help, resignation

Novelty pumpkins - marriage proposal

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i'm a taylor swift centrist. she makes perfectly tolerable pop music that i can't imagine really getting into. dunno what it is about her that makes so many people go insane

i listen to one of these relatively bland and inoffensive but nonetheless well-crafted pop songs and everyone around me demands that i proclaim it a masterpiece or artistically bankrupt or whatever. i just want to grill for god's sake

when i block someone for saying something stupid on my post it should delete my post from their blog. and deactivate their account. and blow them up

Assignments due in a week!

(That doesn't mean you have to be completely finished–works aren't revealed until August 18th, so you have a good 6 days of extra time to finish up if necessary. But you have to have something to turn in August 12th!)

I decided to be kind and add an answer between once or twice and annually.

Bonus question, how many of you as kids started to figure out the wealthy kids based on all your classmates who went to Disney every year and you never went once? I think I figured it out by 8.

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dating an identical twin scares me bc what if i get them confused

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i read a book once where this girl was romantically involved with this guy who had a twin and they would punk her all the time and be like which one is your boyfriend you have to kiss the right one and then it turned out one of them was evil and trapped her in a dungeon with a bunch of rats or some shit

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but that’s like, worst case scenario