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@mx_sumisu@kolektiva.social
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[/smɪθ/≈/s∅mis∅/ {verb} “to forge, beat into, and refine"] • they/them • nonbinary laesumian ∴ • ♿️ • 😷 • 🏴 (lowercase 'a' variety) • active nihilist • absurdist • daylight atheist • white-racialized defector • abject masshole • I swear and overshare a fuck-ton [*see pin-posted intro] • Header: picket fence overgrown with ivy foliating from green to red to yellow • Avatar: my silhouette against blue vinyl siding ascending the stairs while chambering our blackthorn shillelagh over its shoulder.
GenerationX
Sex/Sexe/SexoX
LocationI returned to find The People’s Republik now closed for business.
"What do you do for a living?"I'm on SSDI for multiple neuropsychiatric issues, am motivated by guilt and revenge.
Who almost gets themselves in a beef before 8 AM on July 4th for the t-shirt they wore on their usual morning stroll? This kid right here, folks, LOL.
Dead, dried orange daylilly atop the remains of my morning martial footwork.

How I see myself

vs.

How my neighbors see me

Plumber can't come until Monday, when it's supposed to reach 90º F / 32.2º C. If it's the one who's been here before he'll be descent and wear a mask. If it's somebody I don't know I'll tell him with mask comes AC, without mask comes open windows and air-purifier up ass.

#WhoRunBartertown

Less than ten minutes after lying down in bed for the night I heard a rap of three hard knocks at my apartment door. I bolted out of bed and lunged three paces to lean in and view through the peephole a man in a blue uniform and tactical vest bearing a yellow, three-letter patch. “Fuckin’ tech-bro upstairs has finally fuckin’ swatted me,” I thought to myself. I keep my shillelaghs and rattan sticks in an umbrella stand immediately adjacent to the door, but I was reticent to grab one out of it to chamber, as the stand is made of metal and stationed atop warped floor and it likely would’ve sent the other aids rattling, making my presence known to whoever it was outside. I don’t know who lived in this slum-pit prior to me, but the door casing shows it’s been forcefully breached before. Once the uniformed person stepped away, I peered out my curtain towards the street and saw an ambulance. Factoring it then to have been an EMT at the wrong door (there are four), I went back to bed. After about a half-hour staring up at my ceiling through the catastrophizing I’d carried back to bed with me, I got up and found a knife I don’t use and duct-taped it to the wall approximately to where I would’ve palmed with my right while bracing my left forearm against the door being forced open.

#CPTSD

Keep it up, fool.
Scored at the Little Free Library today on the way to doing laundry.

Liberated to share with #AltText

#Sláinte

(The joke being that's the kind of thing I do whether high or not. Just more-so high. Leave notes for myself re physical training.)