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Today’s card is: A 3x5 index card

the clickhole people take no prisoners yet again

What are Wrestling Balls? I’ve never heard of those! Tell me about them.

They’re very spherical. Sometimes they’re on fire. Sometimes they’re more or less shaped like things. Occasionally they’ll latch onto a special device to stay on your wrist, and you’ll swing them around or throw them at your enemy.

Sounds fun. I like it when they’re on fire.

I’ve never played with one myself. But I’ve heard that sometimes, if you keep hitting your opponent with your own balls for a while, they’ll lose their grip on their special device and your balls will immediately self-ignite in a tiny orbital spurt of flames, and your balls will fly off into the distance as your opponent tearfully calls out to you, “my balls!”

That's fascinating, Francis. My grandpa actually used Wresting Balls in the War. What's your favorite War story involving Wrestling Balls?

i call this one “nobody likes you when youre 23”

uploaded this at 1 am thinking ‘oh no one is going to see this, whatever :)’ but reading your thoughts, your heartbreak and ultimately your hope made me feel like the world is one yknow what? We got this

Okay Liza. These are the things I wrote morning noon and night. And one day I’ll prove you wrong.

my beautiful twisted dark academia wraps

I love this take on an ass frog, thanks for the picture.

“No, my first wife is a saint, my second wife is a glutton, my third wife is a bloodthirsty harpy. They’re all saints who can do no wrong. It’s like I have three wives instead of one wife.”

…but do they smoke weed?

Can I introduce you to my three weed-smoking wives

Attention

It is Saturday afternoon. I have been at my desk since seven in the morning. It is now 3:15 PM.

Attention is not my forte. In this respect, as in so many others, I am a failed Moorian. But I have my virtues. I know my limits. Time, for me, is a luxury good, not a necessity. Like all the very rich, I once had something the very poor lack: the capability to stop time.

I open my eyes. A shadow crosses the desk. My cat is there.

Only a few hours ago, I slit the throat of her predecessor. It is nothing personal. Her predecessor was a failure. She is given, ex nihilo, the power to do what it takes. She will have, at least, a fighting chance.

As I pour myself a third cup of coffee, I wonder whether my body is like a machine that has always been kept in tune but which has now been badly, irreparably broken.

I know the machinery of desire. As a gifted master of ritual, I am well-acquainted with the forces that drive men. And yet: the same patterns that drove my predicament down upon me are the ones that will redeem me, or so I believe.

I am not given to emotionalism. Words are cheap. In this case, however, words are all I have. My hands, meanwhile, are busy beneath my desk.

Under my desk, in the dim light cast by my window, a flurry of activity ensues. Handles glow red.

Tap

Tap

It is not much, and yet it will be enough. The rumors, like all rumors, claim far more than can be true. But then, with the right kind of faith, what is left is still enough.

For the right kind of faith, nothing is ever enough. I believe this, as I begin to breathe a bit more regularly. I believe this, as I flex my wrists.

There is nothing to do but wait, and in this respect I am blessed. Like the BND, I have a captive audience. Where the BND captures the minds, I capture the bodies. Where they force the mind to cope, I simply suffuse their mind with the proper substance.

It is not much, and yet it is all, and when you have all you can, you use it. One cannot eat too much when one is very hungry.

Behind me, the clock ticks. Not far away, the terminal is awake. I did not sleep last night, but it was more of a wait than a sleep.

Top 10 aspects of the BND: 1)

Crow Time - Statue 1

Dealing with auditory processing disorder

LAWFUL: take the parts you heard and turn it into a clarifying question, e. g. "you saw your cousin where?" or "she's writing a what?"

NEUTRAL: "what did you say?"

CHAOTIC: take a wild stab at what the person said, e. g. "you want to baptize a mackerel?"

Also the deaf lip reading experience.

i found the second funniest map in the world today

@vampucci

Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.

I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in. 

 They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything  they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them. 

I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much. 

People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth. 

Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad. 

The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse

Do they all smoke weed though?

What about a picture of a duck?

What about it?

Everything except #1 is gold

You’re so real for saying this, Frank

Wasn’t even gonna say this but damn it’s funny, what else ya got there buddy ( ??)

ALT

eternalfarnham

Well,

Who are you? Demon? Does that mean you a demon? Some sort of demon sort of demon? Does that mean you demon demon demon sort of demon demon demon demon? Is that mean that mean you demon demon mean demon demon demon demon demon demon demon demon?

Greetings! Welcome! Hear Me Heard? Real? Real or “real”? What means real means real real or “real” or are you a real demon?

eternalfarnham: Are you a demon, or just “real”, real, real or “real”, or really demon?

Real or real or are you demon or “real” real or real demon? I have never met a demon or “real” real or real demon.

Welcome welcome! To my head “space” space, I am real “real” or real demon “real” real or real demon?

REAL REAL OR REAL DEMON OR REAL or real “real” real demon?

You’re just “real” or “real” real demon? Welcome welcome to meet me meet! Welcome to my meet! HEADEEMJBBBBZZZZZZZBOOOOOOMBQZBZZZZZ?!

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Advanced frankposting. We love to see it!

“Frankposting”

I am calling that right now

(And thank you both)

You’re so very welcome!

Thanks again, buddy

You are the best

Real REAL REAL R E A L R E A L R E A L REAL greetings! Welcome welcome!

To my meet meet! HEADEEMJBBBBZZZZZZZBOOOOOOUUUUUUUUBBQZBZZZZZ

I am “real” “real” REAL REAL REAL R E A L R E A L R E A L REAL WELC O ME

Real REAL REAL REAL R E A L R E A L R E A L REAL meets

welcome.

ALT

/me

Are you doing OK there, buddy? You’re the best, but I’m worried about you!

maggie and moe.