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Frederik 🇿🇦 retweeted
Okay, since it was offered I created a subscription thing.
If anyone is interested in subscribing, let me know what you would like to read about!
Would you like to talk about classical education? Or the books I’m currently teaching and some of the cool things we’ve been discussing?
Or do you wanna talk theology?
Or do you want me to just write silly little Knowles Vanderbeek stories?
Frederik 🇿🇦 retweeted
We have a cat that roams the neighborhood my kids call Blackie. At first we thought Blackie had an owner and was just a roamer, but he/she(i haven’t inspected the sex, but from now on it’s “she”)has stuck to being around our house for over a month despite the fact we never fed her and the kids were told to not interact with her.
Now it’s getting cold and I don’t think she has an owner and we don’t want her outside. We’ve been feeding her the last few days and got a crate from my mother-in-law we’ve lined and covered with blankets and are thinking of adopting her. But that comes with vet bills we don’t have money for.
This man must have an amazing libido.
Frederik 🇿🇦 retweeted
We open on a dark house. Trash everywhere. A 350 pound man wakes up in a start. Torn yellow wallpaper hangs off the wall.
The man struggles to his feet and his eyes dart around the room as if he’s never seen it before.
He falls to his knees and starts digging through the trash until he finds what he’s looking for. A bottle. There’s just a tablespoon of cheap whiskey in it but he laps it up.
He shuffles through the trash and collapses into his chair and puts his hands on his temples. “Sh*t,” he mutters. “Goddammit.”
A malnourished cat nudges his leg and he explodes in a violent rage, throwing his now empty bottle against the wall where it shatters. Another torn piece of wallpaper, not that it matters. Not that anything matters.
Light from the window hits his face and he curses again, this time without anger. He has lost the will to feel angry. He could simply stand up and close the curtain, but he lacks the will to do that too. The sun will simply shine in his eyes now. That’s the way it is.
The sound of children playing outside floats in, but that world is dead to him. It might as well be an alien planet. He will get up and leave at some point today, or maybe tomorrow if he can find another few drops in an empty bottle, but if he does leave the house, he will avert his eyes from the children. Not that he feels shame. More that the children have a light in their eyes that causes him physical pain. Their lives expose the darkness he feels in his heart.
Maybe not even darkness. Emptiness.
Nothing.
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I'm hearing conflicting reports about my Diwali selfie. Some say the Hindu community was offended, others say they're already erecting a statue of me in one of the smaller provinces (Zapata County).
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Evidently Elizabeth Holmes overcame her fear of crying in front of others because 80% of the movie is just this.
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This starts playing and you know someone is going to end up with pitch in their anus.
Ancient Roman music is the most unsettling shit I’ve ever heard in my life
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
The music is not from a surviving score. It is new music based on guesswork.
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RT @TheMiddleborne: Typa stuff playing in the background of a Califula orgy where he’s having Christians burned alive
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