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In the land of the evergreen trees up past Long Island Sound There are six stars that can be found. Like Texans or other statesiders you can find, We, the New Englanders, don't claim to be a special sort or kind. My land is not some great wild forest or a place that could even be the best. Each state and country is a football team on tv. Each citizen sat down to watch, not rooting with glee Then became a cheering fan by arbitrary habit and happenstance. Suddenly all sucked into a willing swirling trance. Your busy friend missed the whole last quarter but won some dough from you from the lucky bets made earlier.

Now Racing heart. Sweat cut by the misty chill. Running away with great speed.

¿Howling from far off cars, or wind? Street lamps and fullmoonlight just past clouds look like little rainbow stars, cause astigmatism. Barefoot on damp blacktop sidewalk. Chilly soles and toes hoping up and down. Each time toe hits ground yelp inside. So cold.

Can’t stop thinking of past hour. Of orange many headed-ogre. Of crashing noises. Must focus on escape. Instead of thinking, run.

Alert eyes jump side to side. Outlines of trees, all black. Some nearby lamps clothed in green lichen, but otherwise greyscale. No people and no monster. Only occasional rushing cars with starry headlights blazing their way.

¿Should I find place to hide? ¿To avoid and escape? ¿Maybe throw rock at car? ¿Stop it? Maybe stupid idea would cause angry driver. I stop running and panic on ground.

Earlier

Nameless little cousins whine and my ear buzzes. Sitting at Christmas dinner with family. Honeyed ham. I quiet and alone at table. They chat with liveliness and seasonally appropriate jolly voices. Normal order of things. I even utter politenesses in my timeless monotone.

Each evening with this big family—mostly not real family since they only here at Christmas—as I saying, each evening with this big family chaos and noise. Brian don’t mind. I mind.

Everyone talking about honeyed ham and how their year been. Drinking eggnog. Good stuff, but so much noise. Not muttering under breath, because can’t hear own thoughts.

Brian and all demon cousins play with toy train. They loudest and worst. I’m watching everything and each buzz sound and each word sound lingers. ¿Why can’t music this loud instead?

Eyes open. Windows at least look quiet, but usually there’s snow at Christmas. Mom says I can’t leave room. Stupid.

Looking at peaceful nature in window. Something moves.

“Something moved outside the window”

Uncle Marvin chuckles.

Clunk. Orange slime smear on window obscures sight of tree. I get away from table and walk toward window. Big eyes appear in window. “There’s an eye in the window”

People look up and I start to run away from eye. I’m at other end of the room.

Shatter. Has six cyclops heads on ten foot body. Squeezes through window. Gross oozing tentacled thing. Dripping orange. Dripping translucent mucus same shade as pale blood. I run as it stands to full height.

See no other escapee.

Now

Sickening. Tired. Just sitting on side of road and waiting for something to come. ¿Live through the night?

We are expecting 50 mph winds in this area over the next couple of nights, so there’s a pretty decent chance FarkasCity looses its internet connection for a bit. There is no need to worry though; everything is backed up so all of your data will be safe. There are also several measures in place to prevent and deal with power outages, so as soon as internet is restored FarkasCity will automatically come back online.

As always, if you have any questions or concerns about this please don’t hesitate to contact us.

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In short you should believe false things because it's more honest. Everyone believes in false things. It is less stressful and more honest not to pretend correctness. Really everyone’s beliefs do not objective absolute founding. So just believe some beliefs. After doubt worldviews have nothing. Since they are based only on assumptions and leaps of faith.

In short you should believe only in things you know are true, because it is more honest to do so. Everyone believes in false things. You need to cut them from your skull. Only beliefs with rigorous grounding have value. This is possible. There are true statements. Saying otherwise is sophistry.

All beliefs can easily be doubted. Doubting beliefs is just about the easiest thing someone can do. Positing a belief is much harder because you could be opposed. Humans are constantly critical creatures. At least I am a critical person. I can’t stop telling myself that my beliefs are wrong. I am afraid of being wrong because I am afraid of being stupid. I am afraid of criticism. Imagine doubting all of your beliefs? You can easily imagine this, because you do it everyday.

It is rather difficult to doubt a belief. Doubting beliefs is one of the hardest things someone can do. People die for their axioms. Those beliefs are next unshakable. People have strong faith. Faith is dangerous and can get other people killed. Faith is dangerous because it allows you to legitimize your past misdoings. Faith is irrational. I am not skeptical enough of my beliefs, and this makes me harmful to my friends, and the world. Doubting beliefs is like getting out of the warm bed on a cold day. Imagine holding all of your beliefs to make them immovable. You can imagine this easily, because you do it everyday.

People should tell other people what they believe. Honesty is important. You just have to straight up tell the facts sometimes. Other people need to have their beliefs challenged, because they are wrong and have not considered alternatives. Open their mind with a sledgehammer and a pickaxe. They need to know what you think. They are going to hurt themselves, or hurt someone else. You need to save them.

People should keep to their own beeswax! Hey! Keep those thoughts to yourself, didn’t your mother ever teach you that! You rude asshole! Honesty is important but you don’t have to speak all the time, because no one wants to hear you speak. Why do your lips keep on moving? You're just as confused and lost as everyone else. Open your mind with a sledgehammer and a pickaxe. You don't know what you're talking about. You could hurt someone’s feelings or make them panic by throwing irresponsible criticisms everywhere. You need to save your thoughts for yourself.

Hey, how's it going? It’s been a long time. You don't remember my name, or my face, or my voice. That’s okay. At least you remember sitting in the woodchips and telling me about the bugs. Crouched over in the early fall heat, watching the fire ants from a distance. I’m glad you didn’t find out I was dying until later. You went to the fundraiser we had for me, right? You’re remembering it wrong now, the building was much smaller than that. There weren't that many people, either. It’s okay, things get distorted over time. You didn’t cry for a bit when your dad gave you the news. He got you ice cream and told you on the way home. How considerate of him. Now that I think about it, we didn’t ever talk much, did we? You still consider me your first friend. How long will you keep dragging my body? How long will you keep sinking? How long did the car ride last? How long will you remain stagnant?

Thanks for remembering me. I thought that nobody would. I hoped that nobody would, at the time. Though you keep replaying the memories we had. Over and over, getting more contorted each time, like copying a VHS tape until it’s nothing but static. Like showing skin until it’s nothing but scars. Until I’m in the chair and you pull the switch. Judge, jury, and executioner. We both know that’s not true, but you want it to be, don’t you? You want to be the reason behind it all. Please stop warping my voice. It’s hard enough as it is. I keep trying to email you, but I don’t think they’re getting through. Anyways, I’m glad you found a better place, better friends. I’m still here though, and if you press your ear up to the wall I might say that I’m sorry.

We didn’t talk much. I would have loved to keep drawing lizards with you.

There was a small boy in an illiterate stumpy field. Are you the Pope of Rome? said a priest Trembling at curious words that seemed to shipwreck, He spoketh thusly the following tale and provided a list.

We shall not sleep. Fury—Souring—ever in pain. Perhaps one invades the bursting head? Far, a place loosely gripped in my hand in tangles of old alleys. A bay port with altitude and an Armada runs out of interest, and I don’t think these feelings in Catholic Quebec! I was a lumberjack turned sailor a wood hauler and weary worker… But they don’t call near the quay but a voice that laughed. I could find this cold in piles like twisted trees. The scenic solitude! Just showed the books the sums for that one! The Beard amalgamated crumbling elder lore at little cost. Keep also bowed down claims that cannot forgo except subjected cunt’s flames lick my cold constellation of forget. Will stagger not as much as it entered chaired from lower madness. Reeking of strange disuse... Guess I’ll quit now.

My most prized possessions from that time The nearest tome the seas the phantom of fires ablaze cobwebbed heap nothing axe without blade a gesture

how could you possibly understand? a consequence is nothing to a scared animal. threats fall unheard upon raised hackles and shaking paws. you dug yourself so deep into that hole trying to protect yourself—yet nobody pulled you out. a hole becomes a grave becomes a suffocating stench that fills the air. did you understand why i held you so tight that morning? why i refused to let go? of course not. but how could you? you stared down the barrel of the gun and you bit down

I am waiting with the mason, we are sitting by the barrows needing the permanence of such things. such sharp things. Won’t you lay down your arms and dance with me so? How I let that smile lull into stagnant waters in that altogether not – so – disagreeable way. So, won't you do me the pleasure of allowing me to dream that this was how it all had ended?

“Jabberstach” said the head stricter To the lasses of latin who purduked her Something about the blue sludgidge That was bubbling the broke bandage That imprisoned the meanie’s claws Set by a healster following some goodity medical laws

In Reply To: “Suggestion For The Betterment Of FarkasCitizens” — liv

liv made a very good point in their article. I totally agree that this behavior should be changed.

Unfortunately, I have two schools and two jobs, so I will not have time to work on this for a few months. If any of you can program and would like to help me with this, then this could implemented around late December. If not, I will definitely work on this early in the Summer. My inbox is always open.

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right now the date that a post shows up in the feed is the date that it was published as a draft, not when it was published publicly. could it be changed so that the date in the feed is when it was actually posted to the feed? it might make things a little easier to find!

last year i purchased a TWSBI eco fountain pen, and now it is time to review it. after using it consistently for a year, this is my favorite pen in my collection. not only does it write incredibly smoothly (even on a fine nib) but it also looks gorgeous. being a piston filler, it also has a large ink capacity and you will need to refill it less often than a cartridge or a piston convertor. TWSBI also includes a specialized wrench with the pen case so that you can take it apart if you need to repair or clean it, which is very useful. it is 30$, which is on the cheaper side for fountain pens. there are less expensive options however. all in all this is a very reliable pen that i use very often.

Wow, Thanks Hwithumalut for that dystopian image of too many people's reality.

I imagine the tiny bit of pleasure that comes from viewing 'one more' post. The pleasure slowly gets smaller with repetition. The woman zooms down into the details of her phone screen, looking hard for the next little buzz, from the next little post-view. The pleasurable buzz gets farther away, and the zoom level goes further down into the depths of internet links to links to links.

No wonder the room dissappears into its untidy hellishness. Her pleasure response is messed up. How to retrain that?

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We recently had unexpected downtime of unknown length. This unfortunately happened during the two days where my phone was broken, so I did not get notified. This turned what should have been a ten minute incident into a several hour incident. I am now working to address this problem so that it does not happen during future incidents.

If you have any questions or concerns about this incident, please email me at dj@farkascity.org.

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The, small, dark wheels sit atop the grass lonely.

The great, red, basin reclines in majesty, beads of water scattered across its surface.

The scratches of the dirt from long-ago works leaves its mark.

I have fallen iinto a sewer. help me please theres no cheese here