chjara just casually franking my gorts like there isnt a new addition to her name

seize the means (youtube) of production (youtube poop)

@hopeful It should be black inspired with bright colors with arge.

had a dream i was at a place that mostly did french fries and it they were really expensive but they were good. the employee uniforms had an image on the back of a buff jesus working a deep fryer and it said “jesus fried for your sins”

@sierra aww awww aww ok this is allowed

@sierra i forgot this gay dream . it was lost to me when i woke

still one of the most beautiful things i've ever read.

Those were the days, when we were all at sea. It seems like yesterday to me. Species, sex, race, class: in those days none of this meant anything at all. No parents, no children, just ourselves, strings of inseparable sisters, warm and wet, indistinguishable one from the other, gloriously indiscriminate, promiscuous and fused. No generations. No future, no past. An endless geographic plane of micromeshing pulsing quanta, limitless webs of interacting blendings, leakings, mergings, weaving through ourselves, running rings around each other, heedless, needless, aimless, careless, thoughtless, amok. Folds and foldings, plying and multiplying, plicating and replicating. We had no definition, no meaning, no way of telling each other apart. We were whatever we were up to at the time. Free exchanges, microprocesses finely tuned, polymorphous transfers without regard for borders and boundaries. There was nothing to hang on to, nothing to be grasped, nothing to protect or be protected from. Insides and outsides did not count. We gave no thought to any such things. We.gave no thought to anything at all. Everything was there for the taking then. We paid no attention: it was all for free. It had been this way for tens, thousands, millions, billions of what were later defined as years. If we had thought about it, we would have said it would go on forever, this fluent, fluid world.

And then something occurred to us. The climate changed. We couldn't breathe. It grew terribly cold. Far too cold for us. Everything we touched was poisonous. Noxious gases and thin toxic airs flooded our oceanic zone. Some said we had brought it on ourselves, that all our activity had backfired, that we had destroyed our environment by an accident we had provoked. There were rumors of betrayal and sabotage, whisperings of alien invasion and mutant beings from another ship.

Only a few of us survived the break. Conditions were so terrible that many of those who did pull through wished they had died. We mutated to such an extent that we were unrecognizable to ourselves, banding together in units of a kind which, like everything, had been unthinkable before. We found ourselves working as slave components of systems whose scales and complexities we could not comprehend. Were we their parasites? Were they ours? Either way we became components of our own imprisonment. To all intents and purposes, we disappeared.

@sierra whats so funny huh

the type of shit im on today

@patchuun @MURRUMUR it's ok i love that one too. it's sort of whatever mostly but the bits about generational trauma really get me every time

I just fucking noticed what the location is listed as for the current jungletrain DJ set lmfao

this is the best website i have ever seen

RE: https://girlcock.club/@hopewell/116700266516365710

@MURRUMUR ban moids from making movies

https://youtu.be/FHUBX... good video

>"What does a cavewoman look like in your head? Is she carrying anything? Where is she? What is she doing?"
she is hairy and sweaty and fingering herself thank you for asking

@nyx unix girls dont swallow they > /dev/null

@ripperdoll I'm going to continue to be a useless computer-toucher/book-reader :^) but I have been sort of working to build a network of people at least on a personal basis that have practical skills I don't have because (and this is sort of adjacent to what TM talks about) I think in the near future it will start to become a lot more viable and necessary to do real mutual aid in the form of a peer-to-peer economy where we use our labor for the collective good without selling it for a wage, because as we all know from reading Marx, our labor is worth far more than the wages we're paid and this is why the "charity with a coat of red paint" model of mutual aid is stupid and doesn't work.

I just think that this sorta thing should be more formally organized. we're already in the early stages of an informal barter economy forming (which tends to happen when empires collapse lmao) and that's opportunity that can be captured to build the venture commune.

@winterklaus @casinofem @nyx not directly, but there are some g/acc adjacent talking points scattered throughout which there is a nonzero chance he got from nyx . lmao