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There's people making a stink about Budweiser having Dylan Mulvaney in their ad. The idiots don't fucking realize that they're just playing into Budweiser's hands and giving them the free publicity they knew they'd get from the "discourse."

They'll strike at you, and then say "you started it."

https://www.nbcnews.com/nbc-out/out-politics-and-policy/tennessee-lieutenant-governor-79-comments-young-gay-mans-racy-instagra-rcna74182 Tale as old as tiiiiiiiiime 

I have learned that I am not a person
I am merely a collection of buzzwords.
I have no mind or thoughts,
I am simply a societal poison.

Well then, I shall poison
I will be as the dart frog,
Poisoning only absolute fools
Who dare to strike at me

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(I know it's shit, It's 1 am and I can't sleep, AND THE GODDAMN NEIGHBORS WON'T SHUT UP)

I was thinking of working on a bunch of flyer designs and maybe putting them up. This is what I have so far.

In my experience (as an American), most people (including Anarchists) aren't going to be working in the factory sector. They send that shit overseas where the workers can't unionize or demand rights.

The closest thing to a "factory setting" I've been in was a short stint in a Grocery Store (some warehouse shit). Some of my required "training" before starting was watching anti-union propaganda. They fucking hate that shit.

Golden Apples

We have an archive of well over 6,000 memebombs (and growing, because I fucking love writing them), but what do we do with them?
What is the best way to spread them? There's always the classic bathroom graffiti, but what about adapting to the visual age?

How do we "evoke a mental charge, ripple, or spiral" in as many people as possible?
The closest I currently see to "memebombs" being spread are Twitter accounts like like this: https://twitter.com/wnbagirlfriend/status/1630768142904426498?s=20 (these could arguably be considered memebombs, but I'm not sure)

Any ideas?
I'd also love to see your favorite memebombs.

There's nothing left for the bleeding aristocrats here.
We can meet the end, naked and screaming, or we can suffer.
Collect rusty quarters to level up!
THE MACHINE STOPS, BUT THE ROBOT IS DREAMING
Like the Universe, this sentence cannot be stricken from ever existing.

I could be the first...

I'm working on a bit of a project. It's a bunch of poems, phrases, memebombs, and ramblings meant to embody Discordianism.

Here are a few bits from it
Stay in school AND do drugs for an extra SPICY education!

REJECT the PROPAGANDA of the GRAYFACED liars,
Their FALSE DICHOTOMIES of ORDER and CHAOS,
Their insistence on SOULLESS CONFORMITY;
REVOLT, RESIST, and REBEL

ERIS, the GODDESS,
In her infinite wisdom,
Revealed to me another name;
Kerbarbalo


Baskets of teeth are not the world's currency
Perhaps, one day, we shall rectify this


These are just a few. I like to use the surrealist method of automatism and free-writing.

I think we all dream of dancing in the ashes of the old regime. Will we kill the old order, or will we die with it?

A discolored heart.
Why does it matter?
It's sick.
It's dying.
Let it go.
It has nothing left for you.

People are getting more and more open about wanting trans people like me dead or institutionalized.

Everything keeps getting worse.