>LOL, you literally spend your days moderating a fucking soyboy woahjack KF clone and have nothing to show for it. to be in your 20s and doing this must be extremely miserable, i almost feel sorry for you but then i realize you voluntarily rot away doing this, good grief.
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The Manson Tapes

it seems a shame to have to sneak to get to the truth. To make the truth such a dirty old nasty thing. You gotta sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemned. The truth is in the gas chamber. The truth has been in your stockyards. Your slaughterhouses. The truth has been in your reservations, building your railroads, emtying your garbage. The truth is in your ghettos. In your jails.In your young love, not in your courts or congress where the old set judgement on the young. What the hell do the old know about the young? They put a picture of old George on the dollar and tell you that he's your father, worship him. Look at the madness that goes on, you can't prove anything that happened yesterday. Now is the only thing that's real. Everyday, every reality is a new reality. Every new reality is a new horizon, a brand new experience of living. I got a note last night from a friend of mine. He writes in this note that he's afraid of what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as i save mine. You can't prove anything. There's nothing to prove. Every man judges himself. He knows what he is. You know what you are, as i know what i am,we all know what we are. Nobody can stand in judgement, they can play like they're standing in judgement. They can play like they stand in judgement and take you off and control the masses, with your human body. They can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages and put you in crosses like they did in the past, but it doesn't amount to anything. What they're doing is, they're only persecuting a reflection of themselves. They're persecuting what they can't stand to look at in themselves, the truth.
 
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70s aesthetic + emo cacaotry
Looking back on the 2000s. There was definitely an overlap in attire, in terms of inspiration. Minus the horrendous, over-the-top clothing patterns and the brown & yellow/orange & green colour pairings.
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Looking back on the 2000s. There was definitely an overlap in attire, in terms of inspiration. Minus the horrendous, over-the-top clothing patterns and the brown & yellow/orange & green colour pairings.
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Also, IME, the sweaters and button ups were popular with emos because it was ironic. Being a heckin edgelord who hates life, but dressing like a stereotype prep kid.
Similar to wearing pink or the emo obsession with cookie monster and GIR.
 
Alright, first night in my trailer for real this time. Doing a bit of cleaning and organizing. Incredibly cozy.
I have honestly been putting it off because I was nervous, but it's nice here. I'm going to love it here. In bed now, but I'll be up for a while.

Also, my snake seems happy. I had him in a temporary tank and he didn't move the whole time. I had to pick him up, and I showed him his tank in it's new spot, and he went right in and back to his normal spot, and now he's in "hunting mode" again, just like normal. I've been talking to him a lot more, which is probably not a big deal. He's gonna be my noob here.
 
Minor setback: I failed to consider that, having sat for 10 years, I should have turned the AC on and blown out the dust and such before moving all of my shit in and cluttering the floor.
I'll just have to work on wiping things down and then clear the floor for another vacuum.

Hell of an AC, though
 
I don't have big hopes and
I don't have big dreams
All I ever wanted was a white trash queen
I don't want a fucking house
I don't want a degree
I just wanna live in my trailer home in peace
 
All these days off and short weeks have been fucking with me. It feels like Wednesday and I can't comprehend the fact that I get to go home and fuck off all night and do nothing tomorrow
 
Good day. My brother came over with his family and we fixed my truck. Had to replace the AC compressor which seized and tore the belt. It was a shitshow and a half trying to rent a vacuum pump and we had to drive to a town 30 minutes away, but we just jokingly bitched about it the whole time. Pretty easy job after all was said and done. Gotta finish up tomorrow.

Nephew found an old corn cob out by the field and started obsessing over them, then kept begging us to cook it for him for dinner. He basically refused to eat unless we let him eat the cob, so eventually my brother just said "fuck it" and made him a "cob dog."
noob tried to eat it a few times because he had been insisting that it was real food and didn't want to admit being wrong. I guess it runs in the family. (He did not successfully take a single bite)
 
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