luka

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I don't know about being a threat. I live in the anarchist belt of London and there's more graffiti of the ACAB varieties, and more hand stitched flags out of squat windows than I've seen for a very long time
 

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Who loves ya, baby?
I'm not talking about them being a threat. I'm talking about people claiming they're a threat. Trump tweets about them whenever there's a protest.
 

luka

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Maybe I'm an anarchist. I don't really know enough about politics to say for sure, but my politics is like, fuck the system, so maybe I am
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
I see a lot more anti-communist than anti-anarchist talk from the right. The fear (or pretext) is that the government will take excessive control of everything and strangle the economy/personal liberty.
 

Mr. Tea

Shub-Niggurath, Please
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I see a lot more anti-communist than anti-anarchist talk from the right.
Sure, but beyond a certain point of right-wing-ness, people lose the ability to distinguish between liberals, democratic socialists, communists and anarchists. It all just gets jumbled together into a catch-all category of Existential Threats To Our Way Of Life.

HMG, for instance, thinks Joe Biden is in cahoots with BLM.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
He surely doesn't really think that though does he?
Anyway, I started Orlando last night, never really got on with Woolf before, maybe this will be different.
 

suspendedreason

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Ben Lerner's Topeka School

> Darren pictured shattering the mirror with his metal chair. From TV he knew there might be people behind it in the dark, that they could see him. He believed he felt the pressure of their gazes on his face. In slow motion, a rain of glass, the presences revealed. He paused it, rewound, watched it fall again.
 

luka

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Ben Lerner's Topeka School

> Darren pictured shattering the mirror with his metal chair. From TV he knew there might be people behind it in the dark, that they could see him. He believed he felt the pressure of their gazes on his face. In slow motion, a rain of glass, the presences revealed. He paused it, rewound, watched it fall again.
Ok as an exercise write it better. Squeeze some panic in. Put panic in the middle of that block of text.
 

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Who loves ya, baby?
Ben Lerner pictured shattering the mirror with his throbbing metal chair. From TV he knew there might be people behind it in the throbbing dark, that they could see him. He believed he felt the throbbing pressure of their gaze on his face. In slow motion, a rain of glass, the presences revealed. He paused it, rewound, watched it fall again.
 

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Who loves ya, baby?
Ben Lerner pictured shattering the mirror with his metal fist. From TV he knew there might be people behind it in the dark, that they could see his metal fist. He believed he felt the pressure of their gaze on his face. In slow motion, a rain of glass, the presences revealed. He paused it, rewound, watched it fall again. He had a metal fist.
 

constant escape

winter withered, warm
Here's an attempt to write like one of those GPT bots:

Darren pictured shattering the mirror with his metal chair. From TV he knew there might be people behind it in the dark, that they could see him. He believed he felt the pressure of their gazes on his face. In slow motion, a rain of glass, the presences revealed. He paused it, rewound, watched it fall again.
 

Mr. Tea

Shub-Niggurath, Please
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Ben Lerner pictured shattering the mirror with his throbbing metal chair. From TV he knew there might be people behind it in the throbbing dark, that they could see him. He believed he felt the throbbing pressure of their gaze on his face. In slow motion, a rain of glass, the presences revealed. He paused it, rewound, watched it fall again.
It's OK, but it could do with a bit more throbbing.
 

luka

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Throbbing darkness he looked into throbbing in every cell the mirror was horrid throbbing too much throbbing being this is it the throbbing heart of it. It throbbed telling him you can't escape from the throbbing secret at the very throbbing heart of
 
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