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>>9321919
Actually caring about the application of the arts helps. Commie era best era btw, but the useful idiots wouldn't know that.

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Lots of cold war prop. "Ukrainians" died because of famine conditions created by war combined with drought and a minority population of counter-revolutionaries intentionally sabotaging "their" own livestock and crop, we've been over this. Stalin personally ordered surplus aid be delivered to the Ukraine when famine was confirmed. Great artists and scientists thrived. There is no denying however that there were enemies of the state, internally grown and externally funded. Try building a workers state with the entire world literally trying to choke you to death, finding any kind of reason to drop nukes on you.

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Eggplant in a room. She hadn’t said. They were there. Havoc. She repeated. Havoc? She questioned. The mirror was black - the colour of the room. Usually the room wasn’t black, it had often been avocado and white. Patterned walls, juxtaposes the combination of green and blank (the assumption being that white is an absence of colour). The wallpaper was blank and, in that moment, due to the absence of light particles, it was a black blankness.
There was an eggplant in the room. She didn’t know it was there . On the mirror in bioluminescent pigment were a set of geometric characters that they recognized as Havoc. Havoc? She repeated. Havoc.
December 24th 2003. That was the last time she’d thought about suicide. She had finally decided to go for a night drive. Not finally as in:
I have been thinking about eating the final slice of cake all night. I will now eat it.
But rather:
I have been thinking about killing my neighbour since fall. I will now kill them.
As she drove she didn’t think. It was strange. She had spent 763 days thinking. One of those thoughts she had been thinking was that she should go on a night drive. A night drive seemed a peculiar act. An act that was unexplainable, as unexplainable as any other unexplainable act, but peculiar in its provocation.

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