wyrdwind

Anti-Grappling Counter-Striker

At a certain tier of physical conditioning

Where she maintains significant muscle mass packed on a low center of gravity

And a .72 waist hip ratio

Alongside a dancer’s flexibility

With heavily honed unilateral strength and balance

Who serenely resists sweep, pin, and submission

From opponents more than twice her own size

Until they are utterly depleted of glycogen

Without even breaking a sweat

And a level of proprioception that prevents loss of footing

Even when shoved on black ice

What you’re left with

Is an uncomfortable choice

That is, should you continue to fight

Most kickers can’t commit their full force to a strike

Can’t risk the takedown

Ah, but the ground is where she’s comfortable

Ground’s her best girl

Force travels from the ground and explodes through the hips

All about that torque

One or two clean hits collapses your leg

Liver or kidney shot, down, broken ribs, down

Neck or head, it’s over, even through guard

It’s like being struck by a baseball bat or a moving car

If you rush her in your frustration

Close quarters her kingdom

She controls the pace of this interaction

You’re worked up, she’s not

For her, this fight is slow motion

Any little mistake you make, she will notice

What you don’t, what you didn’t when you saw

Just another fine boned bottle-body in some civvies

Relaxed, indifferent to your estimation

Casual stance, even bored

See, her deadliest weapon isn’t her stats

It’s her vagal tone

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Treehugger

Dense forest cover is a massive force multiplier

That neutralizes the technological and numerical advantage

Of a conventional military

And is the ultimate counter to high tech surveillance

The enemy is plunged into thermal and optical blindness

Compounded by radar signal attenuation

And greatly increases decoy effectiveness

You are surrounded by ready-made defensible positions

And ballistic cover

Inherently camouflaged infrastructure

Vast root networks that stabilize the soil and allow extensive subterranean operations

The defenders control engagement dynamics

When you force your enemy into close quarters combat

Hand to hand or terrifying point blank firefights

What matters most is raw reaction time

Killer instinct

Once sound bounces and echoes off trees and rocks

Your enemy cannot orient themselves

They cannot discern from which direction they are fired upon

And bows are but a whisper

There will be no air support

Tanks and armored personnel are all but useless

High explosive artillery detonates prematurely in the canopy layer

The grueling and cumbersome terrain

And the constant threat of snipers, booby traps, and lethal wildlife

Destroy your opponent’s morale

Aww, poor wittle colonizer homesick

Aww, poor wittle colonizer dead

As I’ve said, the strongest position

Is Mind Your Fucking Business

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Bald Grace

Old ships and other obstructions

Deliberately sunken to prohibit commercial or naval passage

Via every route but a single heavily fortified choke point

Might cause your overbearing neighbors to beat their soft power

About un-neighborly behavior, their access

But you can just call it…

An artistic eco-restoration climate resilience project

Because this carefully coordinated chaos

Doubles and triples as seabird breeding perches, clam and kelp gardens

Nursery waters

If they would like some fishes or guano for fertilizer

They need only make polite request

Both hands on the table

Batting eyelashes

Have you heard the multitudinous health benefits

Of sea moss?

Come the next round of heat waves

We’ll see whose pussy still got hair

And whose pussy caught the itch

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Probiotics

Waterlogged and compacted?

Carve your swales to accentuate the natural slope of the landscape

Then flesh it out with wattle fence chinampa

Which corrals mud and prevents erosion

Continuously add biomass

It’s just piles lads, don’t overthink it

Woody, high-carbon blended with green manure for balanced composition

Willows, alders, and dogwoods are your pioneers for drawing water upwards

Birches, poplars and other such intermediate

Canopy trees are your climax

Keep an eye on your edibles and medicinals, strongly interject

Plant for purpose as much as aesthetic

Peat and preservation are irrelevant constipations

What’s down there?

Idk last century’s sour breakfast who cares

Nom nom nom nom burp

People thought dinosaurs were lizards

Before they realized that a skeleton

Doesn’t convey the most critical viscera

The meat and fat and songs and feathers

Their mating dance

How the stars felt, how the air tasted

What kinda fun they had

Private conversations in the dark at 2am

Or else you’ve got mummy guts and no bones to sing on

Hey, put that back, that’s good nitrogen

The point is that your ancestors lived

And may easily do so again

Good moods are made in big stomachs

Gotta rub the belly, pat the back, bounce a bit

Soil is an organism, it requires free flowing nutrients, maximum absorption

Minimal disturbance

Teeming roots and microbes

Robust digestion, gustatory aeration

Giants

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Core Curriculum

There doesn’t need to be any more…things

As it is, with all hands on deck

Clearing the landfills (to which everyone has contributed)

Concentrated remediation of plastics and other petroleum products

Converting offshore oil rigs to wind farms that scrub the ocean

This will take centuries, there is no techy shortcut, no outsource

I don’t care what you think your job is

What you went to college for

It’s permaculture/agroforestry, fabrication/construction, maintenance/defense, or recycling/waste management

Laundry

Song

If you’ve got any precious patch of temperate green

It must be fully operational, biome coordinated, and viciously protected

Lest it become the favorite bangmaid for the dregs of militant industrialization

(Men)

To put a plain face on the situation

Sometimes you gotta call a spade a spade or it will sail right past

Lots and lots of people are going to die in the ear future

Perhaps you can relate, I prefer that they not be you

Stressed about immigration?

Accept only unaccompanied women

Ooh that rock scattered some fish, hurt some feelings

I said what I said

Do I and watch what happens

As for the youths and remedial learners

Some basics

Grappling, singing, gardening, outdoorsmanship

Hide and Seek is serious business

Slingshot

Not a single one of you should be defenseless or unaware of your surroundings

Unable to cooperate, be useful, and survive

Everyone must be an agent of the environment that bore them

Personal beefs are secondary

Fight like your mother is being drug out

And gang raped in front of you

How far will you go

To look in the mirror without survivor’s guilt?

Action

Is the remedy of anxiety, fault

Is not the same as responsibility

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Pie in the Sky

So long as we’re still pretending

That money is a thing that exists

What if…

Music were a matter of public health and welfare

Producers were servants of the country, county, state, whatever

Maybe they’re more like an eerily powerful quasi-religious order

Their entire directive consited of looking for artists that might blossom and fruit under their care

Who would naturally specialize in different genres

With absolutely journalistic commitment to artistic truth

With the same associated legal immunities and protections

No censorship, no commercialization

Make musicians the very most of precisely what and who they are

Priceless treasure, a soul’s work

Social lubricant, communion wine

Occasionally seeking mutually beneficial partnerships with other sects of creative professionals

To develop albums with cinematic scope

Every single song is a short film within a greater film

Snippets speaking on each other from every direction

Really flex on the storytelling

I wanna see what you fucking got

Hard copies only, limited release collector’s items

Hand written lyrics and craft cases to sweeten the pot, you get the idea

A streaming service run through the libraries

Where everything everyone submits is stored, no matter how small

Properly organized and accurately tagged

Perhaps annotated with interesting tidbits by ranking librarians through the platform

Credits strictly where they are due

So other creators know who to tap for specific collaboration

Or further their rabbit hole pursuit

Hyperlinks for significant terms

Teachable moments

Available to anyone with a compatible device and a library card

And once a year the governing body cuts you a check based on your streaming numbers

Which have not been influenced by algorithims

You know, a real respectful sum

All libraries have rentable rooms with basic recording equipment and instruments

For novices or casual hobbyists

Or poor kids

Must be 25 or older to formally submit

No child stars, no predators

And here’s the kicker

The organization’s symbol

Is a bee in a hex under a crown

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@~^~

I was just smacking my cerebral ball of yarn around, trying to stay sane at work because my default mode network is pretty much full throttle all of the time. I wasn’t even going to post these ones. Then I had the strangest dream (okay, okay, they’re all strange) right before a power surge blew our AC transformer and I was rudely awakened.

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So it’s in media res with me as usual, there was some kinda…shit idk, magical girl final battle going on against the Big Bad. Some Johnny Quest ass huge killer bees swarmed this…skyscraper tower headquarters thing and a woman in my ear said that who or whatever they were after had to die because the Queen inside that structure was weak, and if the tower fell then so be it. So once the bees achieved their objective, suddenly a woman appeared next to me.

She had dark skin, bright blue eyes, and ultra tight curl bright red hair, big big hair. She wore an emerald green embroidered dress or…more like robes of office. We were late to the fight and I had to explain everything en route as villages and cities and epochs folded in on themselves around us. One of the main magical girls from another region was dead and her sister crossed borders to defend her fallen corpse and call out for reinforcement. Mine needed a chalice but all I could produce under such untenable circumstances was an especially large and dark stainless steel double insulated travel tumbler laser engraved with an equally large ornate knotwork heart. Which I filled with my own tears. Good enough. In fact, she was rather impressed, said now this I can work with.

We pulled up on the front line and met another magical girl waiting on our side of the annihilation chasm. She had medium tone skin, straight black hair, a white semi-revealing dress, thick eyeliner and like…colorful wings draped down her arms I guess?? Anyways, my girl got her chalice and linked up with her associate to conduct some Big Girl Resurrection Magic straight through the oppressive nothing zone. Her eyes glowed the same blue as the tears she absorbed while she worked to undo deep internal damage. Wings Girl focused and directed the…idk energy stream like a scalpel and articulated the flesh. The dead girl across the way rose again and re-entered the fray. But apparently Green Girl was the most important pinch hitter, the one with the good juice. She’d been gone for far too long and without her it was Game Over for everyone. There was a bee in her hair.

And just as I was like finally gang’s all here now I get to royally fuck somebody’s shit up and send some fools on down to meet God, as I said, I was rudely awakened.