Chaos, Crows, and Silly Things

wait actually I need to make sure all of you have seen this so:

I need to make sure all of

you have seen this so:

Oh you think The Netherlands doesn't have a mountain??? THINK AGAIN! *slaps down image*

Mount Everest if you stack

it 28 times

Secondly: If you are not doing the Linda Carter spin, then you’re doing it wrong.

SO LONG SINCE IVE SEEN

THIS THEY GOT MARRIED?

Faucets, door handles, curtain rods ripped from the wall… all the repairs started to add up.

“Look, I didn’t mind having an ethereal roommate, but I can’t afford to keep fixing all this shit. Here’s a pencil and some paper. Just write what’s bothering you–I doubt you could put anything that would be more expensive than having a plumber come out to replace all the faucets again.”

The next morning there’s a scrawl line at the top of the page that devolved into an angry scribbling mess that tore through the page. Two cupboard doors were entirely ripped off.

“I don’t want to get someone in to banish you, but this is ridiculous. Just tell me what you want.”

The second piece of paper is ripped into shreds and several knives are embedded in the wall.

A careful examination of the paper scraps show that it had the same scribbles as the first piece.

A quick trip to the library and a stop at a store later, there are kindergarten workbooks on learning to write spread across the counter.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re just being difficult, but I hope not. So I got an audiobook on learning to read and write, and here are some workbooks for kids–don’t get mad–to teach them their letters. Just press play on the stereo, and work through the books at your own pace. I’ll get more when you finish.”

The first workbook is half-completed before being ripped to pieces, but at least there was no other damage. Replacing it is significantly cheaper than replacing cupboard doors.

It takes awhile, but eventually the workbooks progress to a fifth grade level. These ones are starting to be more costly (they’re bigger, for one thing), but it’s not even the money anymore. Little notes scrawled in a shaky hand appear on the steamy bathroom mirror

Have A gooD dy

Or written in ketchup on the counter (that was a frightening sight the first time)

You R out of MLK

And then one day there’s a message taped to the fridge. The spelling and penmanship isn’t the best, but it’s legible and even signed.

Dear Occupente,

I have haunted this spot for ovr three huner hudre 300 years. My bones are dust and I am fergotN. I do not have wants to trap me. I am here 4 ever.

I am bord. Lonly.

I am sorrY 4 breaking things.

We be frends?

This isn't to say you shouldn't question who is tying people to tracks.

But asking a question does not negate the need for action. You still have to act now and choose whichever one of the shitty options currently available to you will result in fewer immediate deaths if you want to have the opportunity to ask questions in the future. Because in order for a question to be answered, it must be loud enough to be heard, and in order for it to be loud enough to be heard, enough people have to ask it, and in order for there to be enough people to ask it, those people have to be fucking alive. Dead people can't question anything. They're fucking dead.

Vote like lives depend on it, because they do.

Not only will refusal to vote do nothing to save anyone currently in imminent danger, but it will actually put more even people in danger in the future and make it even harder to save them.

You cannot stop the train from killing people by jumping out the train window yelling, "How did we get here!?"

a wounded animal and

doesn’t elaborate