asustamepanteon [comrade/them, he/him]

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Cake day: December 25th, 2020

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  • Depends, at least they wear something.

    I rub a stick of deodorant once armpits/chest/back, and 1 spritz of cologne center of my neck; at my last job, old honkies do be complaining about someone 'smelling pretty' in the office:

    a) I'm doing, judging by Mexican standards (my cousins bath in Axe), the bare minimum for odor.

    b) You should be praising God that you still had a sense of smell, YOU DUMB BOOMER! YOU'VE BEEN SENDING OUT EMAILS ABOUT HAVING TO ATTEND FUNERALS FOR RELATIVES THAT ABSOLUTELY DIDN'T DIE OF THE RONA!

    OH MY FUCKING GOD!











  • humanity

    western

    empathy

    eye 'contact'

    'conflict' 'resolution'

    finding babies 'cute'

    holding the door for 'others'

    'casual' 'conversations'

    stirner-cool

    I'm joking btw.

    Edit2: Incredible, the US has gotten even shittier since last year. And walking 2 mile long stretches to get to the nearest convenience store, seeing the hostility imposed to pedestrians by not paving sidewalks, dirt trails all the way along highways, etc. Sneeking out an elderly trailer parks mostly full of lonely cat ladies, almost millionaires and the occasional migrant family (of which, I am but the guest of one such family), seeing and feeling the apprehension of the neighborhood; it's been this way for over a century. Shifty gazes and distrust for centuries.


  • Out of context. Getting called out by my BIL for looking like I'm "sleepwalking my way through life" doomer:

    Me: This cursed sun shines upon this vast expanse of paved highways skirted with dirt sidewalks that lead to nowhere towns with broken dreams, bruised faces and aching voices. Every hushed voice drowned out and coerced into retreating into corridors as lemming cages rush by, powered by billion y.o. black algae juice, at incredible speeds. This is perfect for this undead algae mass, now reanimated by petrochemistry, since it had itself dreamt for aeons to stretch over and devour this world; he rests assured that his work is not in vain, since he has a tincan home to shelter his family in the meantime, and he's got the gall to tell me I'm "sleepwalking my way through life" for not finding a way to shelter mine adequately.

    shrug-outta-hecks You know what? Maybe he's got a point.