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He led me to his friends. One was just staring into the window at the side entrance hoping someone would help.

Went inside and got some tuna for them. Went back the next morning on my way back out to the field and gave some more. Usually they can survive the cold when given enough food (it's not below zero or anything here).

Wish I could have taken them home, they were very nice.

Kill yourselves glow niggers

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In this allegory, the grand, intricately decorated walls and sculptures represent Tradition - the rich heritage, history, and established customs of a society. These elements are timeless, crafted with attention to detail, symbolizing the values, arts, and wisdom passed down through generations.

The modern electrical cable, starkly contrasting against this backdrop, symbolizes Progress - the relentless march of technology, innovation, and modernity. It's a conduit for electricity, a modern necessity, showing how contemporary advancements weave themselves into the fabric of our historical and cultural landscapes.

Interpretation:

Coexistence: The image suggests a coexistence where the old and new must share space. Just as the cable runs through the historic architecture, progress must find a way to integrate with tradition without overshadowing it.
Adaptation: It highlights how societies adapt over time, incorporating new technologies while preserving their cultural identity. The cable's presence shows that while we honor the past, we must also adapt to the present's needs.
Tension and Harmony: There's an inherent tension between maintaining the integrity of tradition and embracing progress. Yet, there's also a harmony where each enhances the other; the cable brings functionality to a space that might otherwise remain static, and the historic setting gives the cable a grandeur it wouldn't have in a modern setting.
The Invisible and Visible: The cable, often hidden in modern buildings, here becomes visible, reminding us that progress, while sometimes discreet, is always present, shaping our daily lives within the context of our cultural heritage.


This allegory could be a commentary on how cultures evolve, the balance between preserving history and embracing the future, and the sometimes visible, sometimes invisible ways in which modern life intertwines with our past.

My best friend died. He was one of the last people on Earth in my circle and that I trusted. Last time I seen him he was fine, then the next day he woke up and said his joints were hurting bad and he couldn't get out of bed so his wife thought he had the flu and let him sleep in. She checked on him a couple hours later and he wouldn't wake up so she called the bamberlamps. They took him to the hospital and they said he had a bad infection (sepsis) and slipped into a coma so they sent him by heli to a major hospital. They immediately put him on life support. They said the infection was attacking all of his organs.

After 4 days they told his wife to make end of life plans and that he wouldn't survive. He had sepsis and they couldn't get any antibiotics to work. He remained in a coma for 34 days and then he woke up. Entropy had set in and his mind wasn't working right to the point that I thought he had brain damage. It was hard standing by his bed seeing that. I asked him if he knew who I was and he said "yes, you're my brother". So then they transferred him to a different hospital/rehab place I guess to keep him comfortable until he died. 5 days after arriving at this place they took out his trach and he could whisper. He remembered us and everything but it was like he had a brain injury. A few days later he seemed to be getting better and we started getting our hopes up. He wanted to sit up and was talking more and could finally move his hands and hold water to drink it. I felt good leaving there that day thinking that maybe he was gonna pull through.

The very next day his wife said he woke up and had a very clear mind and seemed almost normal for most of the day. Then that evening he coded three times and passed away. He was 51. I can't even process it. My best friend isn't on this planet anymore. I'll miss talking to him on the phone and hearing him berate Biden and leftists. He hated them with a passion. He was one of the good ones. The town methhead is healthy, though. That MF'r will probably live to be 100.

I stopped off at a flea market and was looking around. I bought me a couple new rebel flags to trigger my cucked nigger loving neighbors with and I kept hearing this loud-mouthed know it all woman. She kept talking over everyone and walking around like she owned the place. Then she made a critical mistake. She started talking to me. I immediately told her that she looked great for a trans and holy fuckin nigger balls she went ape shit and started screaming and going full bi-polar. I put on my act and was like "sorry, sir. I didn't mean to offend you I was just trying to be nice". She was like I'm not a sir!1 I was like "okay, sorry ma'am" and gave her the wink. The bitch had her fists balled up and breathing hard ready to rumble. I made my way to the door with a smirk on my face carrying my new rebel flags in my hand. When I was in the parking lot some old guy came up to me, I think he has one of the stands there, and asked what happened. I told him and he laughed and smacked me on the shoulder and shook his head and walked back inside