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𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎: Intentionlessness; Freudian Psychoanalysis; Meat; Pretense & Insincerity; States; Osteoporosis & Menopause; Petroleum Distillates; Rain; Tolerance; Fascism; Neoliberals; Metaphors; Men; The Nuclear Family; News Cycles; Non-Horror Movies; 'Arguing'\'Debate'; Political Compasses; Ads; Python; Trotskyists; Irony Poisoning; Parasocial Relationships With Influencers; Tenderqueers; Leviathan; Math;
⁽ᵀʰᶦˢ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ⱽᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉᶠʳᵉᵃᵏˢ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁻ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ⁾
I'm in my late 30's. Interested in calisthenics, yoga, and combat training, reading, goth culture & music history, and extreme vocals, among much else. I also create visual multimedia, digital, and fabric art. I block on a dime. Let it be known I'm liable to have and post about the occasional unrepressed emotional and mental health struggle.
*Art commissions are open and pricing is WILDLY negotiable.*
[https://wafrn.vaguely.art/blog/ktn ]
TOS: If you follow me, you consent to sincere critique.
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:blobcatthumbsdown: "my pervert fucking weeb internet cult freako buddies"
:blobcatthumbsup: "my contacts in cyberspace"
I'm looking for a digital copy ov The Devils (1971) for a friend does anyp̶̨̈́ò̵̝̜n̴̞͙̈́y̸̛͖̎͜ has this?
sure do hope the people i love get to experience a lot of happiness and fufillment soon
blaspheming the sanctity of commerce, monetarily devaluing creative output, automating and dehumanizing the production of cultural consumables, rendering inspiration technically obsolete and fiscally irresponsible
(a large vegan supreme flatbread with extra mushrooms and daiya from this local spot that I love, $23.00)
If you dont know who mira bellweather was, you urgently need to fix that.
monero:
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cashapp, for mutuals: (inquire within)
there i was, out of the shower. the monster had been defeated. my existential crisis had abated.
what do I do? reach for the hair dryer and flip it on.
take a wild guess what happened next
the goddamn art contest I spent a month working on my entry for got postponed and now I am feeling the first blip of an anxiety I've felt this month
