showmustgo [he/him, comrade/them]

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Cake day: March 23rd, 2022

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  • And so we have to set up a special classroom for the poor, to teach the poor some bloody lessons from the past—all the crimes committed by the violent rebels, the followers of Marx. Shove the lessons of history down their throats. History, history. The crimes. The oppression. The famines. The disasters. Teach the poor that they must never try to seize power for themselves, because the rule of the poor will always be incompetent, and it will always be cruel. The poor are bloodthirsty. Uneducated. They don’t have the skills. For their own sake, it must never happen. And they must understand that the dreamers, the idealists, the ones who say that they love the poor, will all become vicious killers in the end, and the ones who claim they can create something better will always end up by creating something worse. The poor must understand these essential lessons, chapters from history. And if they don’t understand them, they must all be taken out and shot. Inattention or lack of comprehension cannot be allowed.

    The Fever, Wallace Shawn













  • DREAM THREAD

    The dream I just woke up from was insane.

    I was traveling in a city which had a train used for transit. I took the train from my hotel to a bar. Over supper I befriended a table of friendly people my age and we all waited for the train to loop back around to take us back to the hotel. On the train I noticed something peculiar about each one of the three ppl sitting with me.

    1. The blonde girl insisted that we all pass our phones around the table so we could smell each other’s phone. We did, but I don’t remember coming to any conclusions about the smell I found on each phone

    2. The fella didn’t understand social cues, and his phone was one of those folding ones but one half was gone… When I noticed we were all wearing the same corporate-branded bunnyhugs I tried to give him a fist bump but he just grabbed my hand for a while

    3. The last girl, across from me accidentally smashed one of the dice we were playing with and then refused to admit that she did.

    After the dice game was ruined, the guy left and one of my irl friends came and sat down with us, but he didn’t know how much longer we had until the train brought us back.

    The dream ended when we passed the biggest board game store I’ve ever seen

    JOSEPH PLEASE I NEED THIS DREAM INTERPRETED