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This is a legit and ethical thing to post and totally not indicative of a delusional intimidation racket for profit. Because I know I’ll have to spell it out: Jessica Bryce Routhier, and her circle of (former) friends, appear, for all intents and purposes in my personal opinion alone, as though they prefer to gain and maintain financial standing by legally intimidating and then suing those unable to defend themselves appropriately. That sounds like a certain type of person, but, meh, that might be reading too much into…

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As I’ve written elsewhere, this site will eventually serve a not just a repository for my latest shit, but also as an archive for all my shit I’ve ever put online (or otherwise) that I still have in my 20+ TB archive. In the past, I’ve relegated this stuff out to different sections and sites, such as the now defunct archive.wunk.me, but this time around, I’m just putting it all in one place with references to where it was and such. Today I am pleased to write that…

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God I wish I was privileged enough to be able to make being safe into a trauma complex.

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Apparently I’ve had several arguments I don’t remember ever having, and even a whole conversation a person I don’t remember talking to. Well… it’s because I didn’t. Seems like they had them, in their heads, and then decided that was good enough for responsible cred and told everyone how it went… except they left out the “purely in their imagination” part. It’s almost like they think I’m such a basket case, or everyone else we will see me as a basket case, that its beyond question I’d ever…

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Steinbeck huh? I guess this can give me a good marker where Giancarlo Vanzzini decided “socially correcting” me wasn’t really worth it anymore since I’m pretty sure I corrected it to Salinger later. Liana likes Catcher in the Rye and Kafka. I misremembered it as Steinbeck when sneering directly at Giancarlo’s ugly ass pride. Also, Liana does that to everyone. You cannot believe any compliment she gives to anyone. Aileyn too. I went from being a model man and Maus a brava tenor to being *checks not— oh…

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Woman at Café > Well, I was sitting here. Right here. And while I was having my iced, three-quarter decaffeinated, ristretto, quad, grande, one-and-one-quarter-pump raspberry, hint of peppermint, two-percent, breve stir-before-pouring then freepour, 165-degree, upside-down, no-whip with bar caramel drizzle, two-and-three-quarters-pump white chocolate mocha, which I have every morning. See? Here’s the card I wrote it down on, I just hand it to the barista, he loves me. I started reading the beginning of this steamy romance novel slash murder mystery, when a small movement caught my eye and I…

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“All while fearing for the lives of friends and family and dealing with the survivors [sic] guilt of being relatively safe.” Audrey Crawford on BlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/hellscapewanderer.bsky.social/post/3mdtswrsgfs2q To opine like Liana Kerzner, as she does near the end of many of her ‘advice’ videos as a “mental health journalist” this is the level of ridiculousness I’ve had to deal with for the last year. A ridiculousness that has seeped into everything around us to the degree that I, a near-recluse, couldn’t even stave it off. That of victim culture,…

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