zx3 @zx3@driveinsaturday.org

i have done something tonight for which i can never forgive myself.

i attended a meeting of the library board because of, well, this: https://www.kmov.com/2023/05/27/st-charles-co-public-libraries-decline-change-policy-after-controversy-over-male-employee-dressing-female/ this has blown up huge. the person making the accusation made an announcement she was going to show up at the board meeting tonight and rallied her KKKaren followers. this being a red town in a red state, i was expecting a low turnout from our side--it was about 60/40. and the opportunity was given for all concerned to have three minutes' time for public comment.

for every loathsome, hateful, bileful, ignorant, slur-filled tirades i had to sit through from the anti-trans brigade, there were equally many meek, mealy-mouthed messages of how lovely the library is and how much the people here love it and why can't we all get along from the boomer libs in the audience. it was sickening.

i had written a message for the library board. but in a moment of doubt i chose not to submit a comment form, deciding to stand and hold a sign instead.

i could have had that crowd riled up. i could have had them out of their seats and ready to fucking ROCK. i could have made the chistofascists squirm. i could have called out that fucking busybody for what her bullshit is--a nakedly brazen attempt to wedge herself into the library system and start banning, then burning books--but i didn't. i let down my end, and i let myself down.

never again will i rob myself of the opportunity to speak out when it's given. i don't care if it makes me look like a lunatic or a radical or a criminal. i am so angry with myself tonight for squandering this chance, i swear it's a mistake i will not make twice.

because Judgment Day's not coming soon enough.

NIGHTMARE MODE is awake and he is ANGRY.

instead of a sign saying "LOVE WINS," consider also "LOVE WON ALREADY, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM"

remember, there's no genders in space. the monoliths blur the lines between genders intentionally. they're like "fuck your gender dichotomy, bluhluhluhlurilup" and something wonderful happens

#NASA

the deep shuddering satisfaction one recieves after successfully weaseling out of a social engagement registers synaesthetically as the piano part from Lou Reed's "Perfect Day."

well this is a hell of a song to wake up banging around the inside of your head

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjTTB6yII4o

Mwaaaaaahaaaaa the THINGIE, well known for its excellence

PRESIDENT FRANKENSTEIN has successfully removed the barrier of debris and scrap metal erected by unknown persons, blocking all access to Floor 87.

Floor 87 appears to be a hotel lobby. dimly-lit but not dark, recessed lighting in low popcorned ceilings, lavishly carpeted in relaxing colors, corporate-approved abstract art on the walls, brass and teak fixtures, scattered ferns and tasteful rock gardens, thoughtfully-designed modern furniture in clusters. an empty check-in desk. slight odor of freshly-brewed coffee and disinfectant, sources not found. a low buzz of muzak, barely audible, speakers not apparent.

there does not appear to be a point in locality where the hotel lobby begins, or ends. there are no elevators or vestibule. walls and doorways lead to more vast expanses of lobby--tastefully appointed, comfortable, sense- and emotion-deadening, and empty. a place to be inhabited temporarily, recreated in an eternal moment, replicated to inhabit an infinite space.

PRESIDENT FRANKENSTEIN has considered several hypotheses regarding the reasons behind Floor 87's existence, none of them good. a consensus was reached to reassemble the barrier and mark the area in the Ledger using the red pen.

dear missus teacher

please excuse zx3 from life today, he remembered he hadn't listened to neutral milk hotel in a long time and has been rendered useless with Emotions

thanks

signed, your mom