Wearing the traditional communist attire of fishnets, a cigarette holder, and a giant black trench coat.
Hey, giant black trench coats make good substitutes for dysphoria hoodies
Well it helps maintain the anonymity when your comrade is just letting whatever bozo off the street into your cell!
I'm the guy in the back left tripping balls and stealing logos from paint corporations to use in our propaganda
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Don't say fish net communist. Don't say fishnet communist.
I'm the door communist, lotta bolts on that door, someone's gotta make sure they're properly maintained. You don't wanna go through all the rigmarole of peeking through an eye slot to ask the password and then opening the door when the correct one is given only for the latch to catch, leaving your comrade milling around on the doorstep like an awkward bugger, and the damn thing won't budge, and you ask for help but all these lazy sods have decided they have better things to do, and now you've embarrassed the whole cell in front of the new guy.
Fuck that, that's why I keep the screws tight and the bolts lubed.
I'm the guy working on building a bomb in a crowded room where there is no reason I should be building a bomb in
like, i should be somewhere away from people? but no. I fuck up and everyone goes down with me
a bomb is when you connect a bunch of dynamite with an alarm clock using no tools while your friend shows off his new fishnets in the la-z-boy
"oh so that's why I couldn't get the thing to detonate, I need a detonator... wish I could read Russian so I can read these bomb assembly manuals"
wdym the one, they're all wearing fishnets. It's not a uniform if you make exceptions.
Incorrect.
We are all fishnet communist on this blessed day 💅
Now, pass me a light, would you?
I'm the guy listening to lofi numbers stations to chill and study to
I'm the one exposing the undeveloped film to the light bulb.
It's developed, he's just trying to actually see it by shining a light through it.
I'm the one in the corner trying to record an anime podcast with my fishnet-clad comrade, but they keep getting distracted by everyone else in the room WHEN WE BOOKED THE LIVING ROOM FOR RECORDING I'M JUST SAYING THERE ARE RULES SO WE SHOULD RESPECT THEM DAMMIT
When we form a revolutionary group I want to operate the beep-boop communism machine that prints on ticker tape
I’m the one sharpening their pencil while very visibly having a sensory overload (you can tell because they chose to stay in the back of the room and position themselves so their hat would block their eyes)
Oh, it’s a bomb. Whatever I guess. The only one I can claim… is the person welcoming in the du- I mean new comrade.
