• Cris
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    1 month ago

    I really struggle with this. I don’t wanna fight, I can barely get out of bed in the morning, but if no one fights it only gets worse

    Frodo: "I wish it need not have happened in my time

    “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us”

    Also reminds me of:

    there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop

    there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop. I have to eat better and also avoid a plague. my rent went up $150. I’ll need to pick up more shifts. Twenty people died in Rafah this morning and every major news outlet is stretching the limits of passive voice to suggest whole families may have leaped up through the air at missiles that otherwise had the right of way. I just got a notification that my student loan payments are starting up again and my phone isn’t charged. My cousin got COVID for a fourth time and can no longer work or walk or even feed himself. The person across from me on the L train seems to fashion themself a punk rock revolutionary, but they’re not wearing a face mask, and that’s the kind of cognitive dissonance that makes me want to steal batteries. Fascists keep winning primaries for both parties, and I think I gained a few pounds. The CDC just announced there are no more speed limits on highways, and I think this Ativan is finally hitting. The NYPD farmer’s market only sells bad apples, have you heard that one? Listen it’s warm today, too warm for March. But I don’t have time to think through the implications because there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop.

      • Cris
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        21 month ago

        You’re very welcome, I’m glad it connected with you in some way

        Have a good one, take care ❤️

        • @TokenBoomerOPM
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          11 month ago

          Reminds me of the intro to Patrick Bateman:

          I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st Street, on the 11th floor.
          My name is Patrick Bateman.
          I’m 27 years old.

          I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine.
          In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I’ll put on an icepack while doing my stomach crunches.
          I can do a thousand now.
          After I remove the icepack, I use a deep-pore cleanser lotion.
          In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser.
          Then a honey-almond bodyscrub.
          And on the face, an exfoliating gel-scrub.
          Then I apply an herb mint facial masque,
          which I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine.
          I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol,
          because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older.
          Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.
          There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman.
          Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
          Only an entity-- something illusory.
          And though I can hide my cold gaze…
          and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours…
          and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,
          I simply am not there.