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.
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