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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?

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.

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

i am like batman except i just listen to epic moody music and be dark and brooding but everyone else just thinks im autistic

hii! honestly i might just be screaming this post into the void, i genuinely have no idea if people will read it (certainly i’m under no illusions people will care)

but still, i felt like writing something, and i want to get actually into this, so here’s the situation!

sorry for like not posting for ages, i honestly ended up pretty unhappy with the first chapter, and i didn’t feel like fleshing out those characters or settings, it was mostly just a jumping off point to see if i could do it.

anyway, i’ve come up with two narratives that i think i wanna tell, both in the same world as WTSCU was, but with a little bit of like, actual plot in mind, not just me trying to like formulate my ideal world in a narrative form

i do also love just thinking about a more sustainable/peaceful/equitable/leisurely future though, i find it so relaxing and motivating, so if people wanted i totally would absolutely love to like share some of my worldbuilding for the 2090 setting.

so back to those two stories! the first concept i have wouldn’t be utopian, or really happy at all- it’d be set in the late 30’s early 40’s, which is one of the darker moments in the timeline, but i think i have an actual story i want to tell there, and it could provide context for this little project

concept two is a sweet little sapphic romance where we get a little more into the realm of just me having fun and imagining fun solarpunk futuristic shit, and, of course, that smut that i talked about.

just as a warning, the rest of this blogpost might be a little NSFW

so like. okay. i feel like i have such fun sexy little things i want to write, but i am not good at writing, nor is horny really an ideal mood for writing in? plus, it’s deeply awkward to actually post it where i know people i know will find it.

but also like it’s kinda so much fun to talk about sex, and there’s just too many ideas bouncing around inside my head for me to not write them down.

so the gay sex story is happening, but don’t expect actual smut for like a little bit, i’ll need at least a couple of chapters of context first.

life is also absurdly busy right now, so it might take forever, but i promise i will make it actually happen

when i do get around to writing the spicy stuff though, i can’t be the only one doing it so it would be nice if others wrote some sexy words for their own girlblogs

bye

There’s a heft to a breath That reminds of - Finely brewed coffee, Two dollar chapstick, The tomatoes – of your garden

From blooming aromas, To tea bags abandoned - In waters un-waded, It seems I've over-steeped And left the kettle on

Your hair’s gotten long. But not long enough For you, to want, to tie, it up

A writing

Strolling to the bathroom, Looking in the mirror; why am I like this? I splash my face. say “I can do this” but my voice is not how I remembered. I am almost taller than my mirror now;finally growing. I take off my shirt and gently run my fingertips down my back to relieve myself of this itch. I grab clothes to wear. I look down. First mistake. I throw on my clothes trying to not cry. Why am I like this? I try and take a deep breath. Why am I like this? I go and make breakfast and realize my shirt is too tight. Why am I like this? I get in the car. I am not yet driving. I smile. My dog is trying to lick my face. We are here. I can’t breathe. I walk in. They don’t know my secret. Why am I like this? I sigh in relief. I run up to them like I’m a little kid running to their best friend. I smile.

In Reply To: “Thanks For Your Response” — shrrrrub References: “Re: Can We Have Comments?” — FarkasCity Blog

My only concern is that you seem to want FarkasCity to be a conversation, of sorts, where all is given equal weight and whatnot. Is there any plan in place that prevents the general feed from being overly convoluted?

— shrrrrub

It’s not that I want FarkasCity to be a conversation per se, but more that I want everyone — including authors of blogs on their own sites — to have an equal voice should a conversation emerge.

If you’d like to keep a conversation organized, especially one that takes place across multiple sites, then link to posts that you're replying to so that readers can follow the conversation. If you’d like, you can also link to posts that reply to your own (see “Re: Can We Have Comments?” as an example of this).

Is there any plan in place that prevents the general feed from being overly convoluted?

Not at the moment. I did not anticipate the feed being as popular as it is, so I haven’t really thought about this. I can say that the there is a plan to keep the feed spam-free, though.

I’m open to this if this is something people want. If anyone has an idea of what this could look like, then write a reply or send me an email.

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There's a place by the seashore

Covered in rocks, and seaweed, and droppings from black-tipped gulls.

At the top, I pretend there's a door.

It leads to a world of white nothings,

Where the sea and the sky meet in bright darkness,

and the stars don't shine.

When I climb to the tip of the rocks,

I look out at this world, of the sea and the sky,

And I wish I could cross that line.

I wish I could reach out my hand

And gather the soft darkness of the star-weary sky into my fingers.

I wish I could reach through the door and take a piece of that dim light back to my land,

So I could have it evermore.

I like to lie there, and think of the waves that wash upside-out in this world of mine.

And when the sun falls and the day runs away,

I go back, and with this brief view of a world that is more, I am fine.

I think it's the knowing that does it, that makes in all right in the end.

And yet...

#TIME

where did you go

why did you leave me here alone

wait

dont go so fast

im missing the moments as they pass

now im lost

in the mirror

and the worlds

getting clearer

so wait for me this time

this time