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║ @user-1242                                                                       │
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║ I was born in the desert of New Mexico. My earliest memories are of cherry       │
║ trees, chocolate, and blood.                                                     │
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║ I lived my childhood in Wyoming, on a small farm. I had legos, I had wooden      │
║ swords, I could run and climb and jump and think and dream. I cried over math    │
║ homework and I watched plants grow. I read every book in the library, well, at   │
║ least all the good ones.                                                         │
║                                                                                  │
║ I lived my teen years in Colorado, in a suburb of the Mile High City. The        │
║ first essay I ever wrote was a defence of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, two        │
║ communist spies who helped the Soviets keep American nuclear power in check.     │
║ They were executed.                                                              │
║                                                                                  │
║ My first friend was like a sister to me.                                         │
║                                                                                  │
║ The strongest community I've ever felt was my theatre class in high school. I    │
║ loved each and every person there. We laughed, we played, we sang, we... grew    │
║ up. And I never saw them again.                                                  │
║                                                                                  │
║ I dropped out of university four times, and I'm currently working on my fifth.   │
║ My father told me to keep trying, but homework was never my strong suit. I'm a   │
║ sprinter at heart                                                                │
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║ Some of my most wanderful times were when I lived in a gated community.          │
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║ My parents were dumb, and thought, as most people thought, that harm to a        │
║ child can only come from outside of the community.                               │
║                                                                                  │
║ But they fell for the lies of property, where "community" means less of "a       │
║ group of people who cares and tends for one another" the kind of which my        │
║ parents had never truly known, and more like "this particular residential area   │
║ on the map"                                                                      │
║                                                                                  │
║ which means I could walk around in this gated "community" where the gates are    │
║ little more than security theatre for anyone who says "Hi I got a pizza here     │
║ for this address which I found on google maps" or "hey I left my sweatshirt at   │
║ my sister's house and it has my phone in it, ummmm no I don't remember which     │
║ number her house is, nor do I remember her last name"                            │
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║ in those times, I developed a sense of freedom, caged as I was, that for most    │
║ comes much later in their time.                                                  │
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║ Some o my favorite places were part of the golf course next door, where I        │
║ found a nigh endless river delta.                                                │
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║ "capitalism brings real value into the world" says my father, in my words, the   │
║ millionaire who lost his retirement to the jaws of 2008 and its "recession"      │
║                                                                                  │
║ "oh the people are having too much fun, let's recede back to a more plaintive    │
║ state"                                                                           │
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║ when we raised cattle on the farm I grew up on, we produced enough meat to       │
║ feed our friends and family. That was enough. That was more than enough. They    │
║ gave us whatever they made, and it worked out. Everyone could specialize, and    │
║ everyone got fed, with plenty to spare.                                          │
║                                                                                  │
║ then, wanderlust tempted him, and we lost what we had. I'm not bitter - I know   │
║ now that place would have kept me and never let me go. But I still miss it.      │
║                                                                                  │
║ "you know, you can do projects and make companies of workers who do projects     │
║ and bring real value into the world even if you live in the middle of the        │
║ desert"                                                                          │
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║ ah but what if nobody really socializes outside of their church and your         │
║ family happens to be atheist?                                                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ ... ha, ironic. Well, they deserve to have their own culture.                    │
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 I lived here
 
 I worked here... and here
 
 my dad lived here
 
 I also went to college here
 
 I lived up here... and here
 
 I miss my home
 
 I'd skii here
 
 keystone was my favorite
 
 I did LSD for the first time in these mountains
 
 I also worked up here
 
 (growing weed right next to a nature preserve)
 
 doh
 
 my family used to live here (less than 10,000 people
 
 in the big horn valley
 
 I was born here
 
 in the fading light of the Sandia Crest
 
 I've lived in all parts of America, east, middle, and west
 
 I like them all for different reasons
 
 this is where you live
 
 at least, that's what I've heard
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 I've never been a fan of the democrats. From a young age, I remember my father
 talking about how spineless they were, and how cruel and shortsighted the
 republicans were. I have since come to learn that democrats, as an economic
 class, are also shortsighted, and their lack of foresight causes their
 "triage" to have cruel effects. We could do so much better, and it's not
 because everyone wants something different as they say. The reason is because
 they are spineless. They don't want to rock the boat because they're afraid of
 death. Remember, most of them are so thoroughly traumatized having lived in
 the era of nuclear threat (which isn't over, I might add) and post-911
 hysteria (which they contributed to, I might add) and it makes sense that they
 act so conservatively. They feel such immense pressure to keep the ship
 sailing but if your rigging is secure and you've got enough control over the
 boat, you can pull down the sails and wait out the storm. T.T too bad j+j
 
 I bet we were in love in the original timeline. The me from then was different
 than the me from now, so I don't know if it could ever work out. Talk to me
 after the war, maybe it'll toughen me up a bit.
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 "doing too many drugs" is a traitorous act, abusive really, to your past self,
 and their hopes and dreams.
 
 or maybe your past self owes you a debt, for they never thought to think of
 you. What are you to aspire to if not the dreams of your past?
 
 and now you're here. wherever "here" is here...
 
 ...
 
 ... wait, you wanted me to talk? it's now! It's the present!
 
 ah nevermind. you were twelve years old when you first set eyes upon this game:
 
 https://youtu.be/qeNhQQXvpxQ
 
 bam, there ya go, there's yer story, he was gonna give all the imp balls to
 the last one at the end, to say "you were truly the strongest, here, have
 these precious stones of your kin"
 
 but he never got there, so they died with him, a thief.
 
 ... the end...
 
 (too final, I think - maybe we could spin it into a "part two"?)
 
 ah, I'll try I guess? dunno how. maybe he could wander the spirit world and
 find his traitorous body, the one that kept his soul as a home. Somewhere
 it'll turn up, and then he'll be ready and free from his roam...
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 Donald Trump is a political leader.
 
 Their next leader will be a military one.
 
 Don't let them transition too quickly. Gatekeep.
 
 If Hitler had successfully been assassinated, his generals would have done a
 much better more efficient job of death-culting Europe.
 
 Trump, however, is a businessman, while Hitler was an artist.
 
 A businessman knows when to delegate, an artist wants things "just so"
 
 keep in mind which foes you choose to face, for there are always more of them
 waiting in the wings. At least until you're face-to-face. Then there is just
 you, standing over their fallen.
 
 Me? I'm lucky to have been raised by both an artist and a businessman. So I
 got the best of both worlds.
 
 ( also a programmer, a historian, a caretaker, a shepherd, a girl-scout camp
 counselor, a political analyst, a gardener, a house-builder, a teacher, a
 mathematician, a librarian, a diplomat, a long-haul driver, a chef, and many
 more roles besides. And that's just my two parents who loved me dearly! How
 lucky am I. )
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 He skuffed up my water bottle.
 He tore pages from my journal.
 He made me lose my necklace.
 He damaged my knife.
 
 And still, I followed him all night.
 
 Why? Because I knew it was important. I needed him to tell me what he was
 doing and why. And I think I know, now.
 
 To all the federal agents reading this, please understand that I am a patriot,
 and he is not. Who do you serve?
 
 To all the leftists, punks, anarchists, queers, and anyone else who's cooler
 than me, please understand that they will try and make it hard. But our love
 will win.
 
 Don't abandon your friends. If someone you know goes missing, they're probably
 buried in the trash-dump or human trafficked.
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 hi, so... yeah I'm a strange person
 
 it's tough to get to know me
 
 and this probably feels cringe to read
 
 but I once heard you should kill the part of you that cringes
 
 so... here's me
 
 I'm 
 
 ================================================== stack overflow
 ==============
 
 ... where was I? oh yes and THAT's when the nail went through the roof, and it
     scared the heck out of... wait, what was I talking about? OH yes so anyway
 
 I was born in the cool summer of 1864 - there was a rustling breeze that held a
 steady note for the entire evening, and into this world I arose. [awoke?]
 
 my mother held me but for a moment before I was whisked away to be cleaned and
 cared for. this was unusual for the time, as most mothers clutched their
 children to their breasts. But alas, I alone was spared her touch, and so I was
 cast (as if in bronze) as my own volition.
 
 as I had grown, I heard tales of distant times, and assumed they were places
 you
 could go. Then, when my time came to wander, I found nought of what I had grown
 most fonder - though I did find plenty else, besides.
 
 Instead, times are places we travel through, as a cripple might ride on a cart.
 across the sea, through lands of mystery, viewable only from the road. In 1864
 that's how other lands you'd come to know.
 
 As I travelled from place to place, it felt as if a stage had been cast, with a
 single actor or three illuminated as a spotlight. "Here, pay attention to me,
 I'm here for the story and the plot!" though often I'd glance around, and hear
 mostly my own thoughts, I grew to learn to appear.
 
 different themes, different tales, if you want to see a most marvelous scene,
 take a baby to Disney World and only pay attention to what they're looking at.
 
 My grandfather worked there, so in my first year or so I spend a LOT of time
 there. My parents were very dedicated to raising me, I appreciate every moment
 of it. Which... Is probably not a good thing to say on a transfemme server,
 oops I should delete that part
 [esc->k->k->k->0->v->shift(held)->G->$->"->*]
 
 also I should mention I'm stoned as fuck this is just what I do
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║ growing up, children's museums were my third place. like a civic participation   │
║ place where I met others of my peers. but alas, I didn't make any friends. I     │
║ guess I was just kind of strange. Also, I was always travelling, visiting all    │
║ the different cool places. My favorite was in Albuquerque, or maybe that was     │
║ just the most common because I had family there.                                 │
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║ why do we treat children's museums like art museums? They should be like         │
║ playgrounds, not like a                                                          │
║ [display/artwork/performance/appreciation-moment-for-a-piece-of-art]             │
║                                                                                  │
║ It's important to visit as many as possible, because they each have their own    │
║ story to tell. like a part of the geography, or a shared collective regional     │
║ story, they highlight and illuminate different aspects of life. in this way      │
║ each child could be educated according to the shared cultural                    │
║ [myths-methods-hymns]                                                            │
║                                                                                  │
║ but, like travelling herds of buffalo, they can visit different places and       │
║ learn different things. essentially, instead of drilling someone incessantly,    │
║ you're allowed to work thro                                                      │
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║ communism was successful in the USSR because all the people in all their         │
║ villages knew everyone else in the village.                                      │
║                                                                                  │
║ the cities were an exception, but they were all located on the west-coast,       │
║ which made it easier to spread reading materials in a smaller area.              │
║                                                                                  │
║ once the tsar started cracking down on redcoats, they wandered into the fields   │
║ like "dohhhh what's a land allotment" and suddenly everyone knew where to        │
║ start.                                                                           │
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║ (I only sorta remember that book I read on russian history)                      │
║                                                                                  │
║ (or maybe read half of? or maybe only read in a dream? did anyone ever see me    │
║ with that book, did I ever bring it on the train? who can say. who would say.    │
║ who COULD say. I dunno. surely not me. I'm just thinking out loud here. Not I    │
║ indeed.)                                                                         │
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║ you don't need to live through a situamoment to be able to retro-actively post   │
║ analyze-cis of the results or impacts or environmental data-vices [okay I'm      │
║ cutting you [and by you I mean me] off, don't come back until you smoke more     │
║ weed] [40 characters remaining. ha take that]                                    │

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 republicans are upset because they think democrats are so mean
 
 they don't understand why we're so intense about this election... or the one
 before
 
 they don't ever really think about what losing democracy means
 
 "democracy... that's where we vote, right? That's a democrat thing, I don't
 really like their way of doing things. Whatever our way is, is probably
 better."
 
 meanwhile everyone has a friend from high school who ran off to the mountains
 to learn how to farm or hunt as a pack
 
 (with rifles and weed, of course)
 
 you can get a lot done if you just... spend your whole life working. Like most
 humans did for most of our existence.
 
 well, except for that period where we were the tribe of tribes. That was
 probably a highlight TBH because we mostly just chilled out, danced in public,
 ate blueberries and munched seeds... It was idyllic. Truly, the garden of
 eden. There was music and laughter in the air everywhere, in all places that
 humans did wander on earth.
 
 what a thing to aspire to.
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 my last name is King so I have to keep reminding part of me (you know which
 part, /sigh) that no, they aren't actually protesting against me.
 
 I am a communist. If you want to find me, come and do so.
 
 explodes from a drone dropped grenade
 
 bleh am ded lmao so glad I get to try again
 
 I dedicate myself to a lifetime in the service of others.
 
 what plagues people? primarily, capitalism. It is trivial to identify how
 their problems are ultimately caused by the state, both institutions and
 corporations.
 
 I dedicate myself toward finding alternatives and developing guides to reach
 them.
 
 the first step on ALL of these plans is to convince others of their benefit.
 
 I am but one person. I might speak to a scant 300 in the course of a year.
 Especially if I am ALSO trying to develop methodologies.
 
 the people I live and work with have no interest in working with me. Yet
 still, I spend my time on them because I love them.
 
 how else can you be good, but to seek to impove the world? treat sigint as ded
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 I love my mom. She has never once harmed me. I love my dad. He is so precious
 and important to me. I love my cat, my sisters, my friends and my lovers. I
 love my cousins and my half-siblings and all of them put together. I love
 every human I meet, there's nothing but kindness [replete], so why am I
 unendingly [yearning for] purchase? [a sense of stability or hand hold that a
 climber might use to put one foot in front of another]
 
 In all of my trials, the errors of my denials, here on this earth I am defeat.
 
 Goodnight, sweet moon, my dearest precious boy. Goodnight, for tomorrow's your
 beckoning ploy. [pillow?]
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║ @user-638                                                                        │
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║ In the 2000s when the Bush administration prevented people from working with     │
║ stem cell research I remember my father going on rants about the same kind of    │
║ thing.                                                                           │
║                                                                                  │
║ "They're limiting our access to information and the future of humanity because   │
║ of their religion!" that kind of thing                                           │
║                                                                                  │
║ I loved listening to him. He was so passionate about that kind of thing. I       │
║ think he got a little disillusioned sometime between now and then, because now   │
║ he just tries to do the best he can with what tools he has available to him.     │
║ And I love him for it.                                                           │
║                                                                                  │
║ He (mostly) abandoned his grand narratives because as the right got worse, the   │
║ "left" sorta stayed the same, and he never forgave them for that. He still       │
║ votes, and he'll still rant about that kind of thing, but only the stuff that    │
║ affects him personally - like electric cars or cannabis or things like that. A   │
║ democrat through and through.                                                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ He lives in a different country now, and I wish I could see him. But I cherish   │
║ our phone calls and the few holidays when he visits.                             │
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 as a baby, I would sit and stare at the clouds. My parents took me on plane
 trips, and so I'd watch them as I drifted through the air.
 
 It was wonderful. Many hours of this are present in my baby-hood, the part I
 can't quite remember.
 
 But my parents do.
 
 I'd play with small, perfect toys, and I'd cry to myself when I lost them. To
 myself, of course.
 
 I'd also play video games. The first game I ever played was Dragon Warrior on
 the Nintendo Gamecube Color. Alongside Super Mario Deluxe.
 
 It was a blessed childhood. Or so it seemed to me. Things went wrong, as they
 always do, but a child's narrative doesn't often have room for the specifics.
 Swept along by the nature of fate, they have NO idea what's going missing.
 
 They still play, of course they play, in their strange new realities.
 
 They play because they are children, and children play.
 
 How beautiful, the stories they learn from each song. How cherished, their
 feelings derived from affection. Hy heart longs for them, as a bird yearns for
 her un-nested.
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 I need an editor. Someone who can re-arrange what I say and present it to an
 audience. The pen is mightier than the sword, and while my pen is mighty, you
 still need swords.
 
 I believe in democracy. I believe in the will of the people and the respect of
 the land. I believe in life, light, and liberty for all.
 
 Our nation has just elected, fairly, a dictator who will sell our country to
 foreign authoritarians just because he is small. I am stronger by far, but I
 lack his experience, and so I must rely on trusted advisors who grow with me.
 
 I am perhaps not the best choice, but I do believe I am one of the bravest.
 Judge me as you will.
 
 Trump will destroy the American experiment and invite fascism into our home.
 We have people to nurture and protect, and authoritarianism prevents us from
 doing so.
 
 He would deprive us of our light, and frankly he already has.
 
 He would deprive us of our liberty, and his plans to do so are clear and
 apparent.
 
 He would deprive us of our lives, and history has shown that this is a
 precedent.
 
 I do not consent to a Trump presidency. I do not consent to his corruption any
 longer. No more will I or my people be governed by such evil. We will fight
 back, of this I am certain.
 
 My demands are threefold.
 
 First, I demand that Trump be replaced by a moderate republican. Hold a
 primary and let Democrats vote. If none of your candidates work for us, pick a
 new roster and try again.
 
 The second is that Trump must be executed for treasonous high crimes. Nothing
 less than execution will suffice.
 
 Next, let the supreme court be purged and replaced. Half with democrats, half
 republicans, and one moderate who is widely regarded with respect.
 
 Failing these demands, I am willing to wage a terrible civil war for the soul
 of our country. I know this is treason, but I do it anyway even though I am a
 patriot. I do it because our land has been stolen by a man and his followers
 who seek to plunge my people into despair.
 
 He is but one man. So am I.
 
 He has an army of followers. I do not.
 
 Each of the wars we fight will be smaller than the last, as each of our cities
 struggles toward our last gasp.
 
 But together we are strong, and by connecting them we might deliver ourselves
 from harm.
 
 Against the far right, we must secure a cleansing blow. There is no greater
 fight. The world is watching.
 
 To that end, I suggest a great and perilous fight. I see no other option in
 this remarkable century. Prepare as you might, I suggest pushups and resource
 acquisition.
 
 Deliver your resources somewhere safe if you're in a red area, and meet your
 neighbors if you're not.
 
 A blue city in a red state must survive a siege. Prepare yourself for this.
 Assume that supplies will need to be delivered by convoy if by land, and drone
 airdrop from the skies. Develop ways to protect these supply methods.
 
 Public spaces are our homes now, our houses are just where we sleep.
 
 I swear this to you: on my life I will be honorable and fair. I will seek true
 justice when I can, where everyone gets what they want, and failing that I
 will be plainly just. I will respect all peoples, and do my best to fight for
 a brighter tomorrow.
 
 I dare for the bright age. I see nothing else that I'd like to spend my life
 doing than daring.
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 "whoa what happened to you, you used to be so cool" [you added the so cool
 part] yet so anyway I really like magic, I'm also bored, which you can
 probably tell because I'm working on projects.
 
 everyone keeps their distance here. it sucks. I wish I had better coordinates.
 people who talked and braved the shared inn... I know I'd LOVE to live in a
 building. too bad I'm too busy elsewhere, NOT making friends with all my
 building neighbors.
 
 you should talk to EACH OTHER before asking your landlord if you can move out.
 See if anyone else wants to buy the rental contract out. Suddenly, they have
 more room, and they can WORK THROUGH THEIR MASSIVE PILE OF STUFF THAT THEY
 HAVE SOMEHOW ACCUMULATED OVER A TIME OF 70 YEARS. my grandparents did that, on
 my mom's side, because she's awesome and it just makes sense that her family
 was awesome too. OBVIOUSLY I love my mom, I think she's one of my favorite
 people on earth.
 
 "but you said you hated her" no I didn't "you said she was terrible" I had to
 learn "too hard
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 We were rich, but frugal, because we lived in the country, and that's what
 frugal means.
 
 Too bad my dad couldn't stifle his entrepreneurial spirit. We could have
 stayed there forever on our own little ranch.
 
 Alas, businesses need investment, so he needed to get something going.
 Organizing is basically his *thing*
 
 I doubt I'll ever again see Wyoming. I found some ancient stone ruins once,
 the kind that Western conquerors never despoiled. They were ancient and
 overgrown, but I saw them for what they were. I would give anything to live
 there, or at least be near enough to visit with my crowd at a pleasant cool
 midnight evening, when dusk has winked out its last goodbye and the summer is
 resplendant with fireflies.
 
 Too bad they're an east coast thing.
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║ Somehow, I always become more revolutionary when my home is threatened. I        │
║ wonder why that is? Perhaps adversity breeds courage. Perhaps necessity does.    │
║ In any case, I can't pay my rent again, so prepare for me.                       │
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║ Sometimes, I feel like my country is my home. Not the lines we drew on a map     │
║ some hundreds of years ago, but the land itself. I am a witch, I hear it call    │
║ to me. I know the land is kind, for we are kind, and plenty more of us have      │
║ lived here than those who currently do. Perhaps our ancestors don't need to be   │
║ related by blood to be listened to and respected. In any case, I lend my love    │
║ to them, and I pray in return so that they might hear themselves through my      │
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║ My home is not safe. There are capitalists all over the place. They wont see     │
║ what isnt theirs to behold, and alas, they've been alienated their whole         │
║ lives. I do believe that state may be ended, and a new one may first take it's   │
║ place. We are alone together, and perhaps we will not be alone for long.         │
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 I was such a different person a year ago. And I was twice as different two
 years ago. Throughout it all, I am connected by the thread of my life, and I
 could be those people again, if only the context would present itself.
 
 Who was I when I met you? Eh I think I'll be this way today. The clothes make
 the man, and I wear a hat.
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