Another Thing In The Statement If The Specific Focus On Lack. I Think "the Hunger" Or Something May Have

Another thing in the statement if the specific focus on lack. I think "the hunger" or something may have been an old entity, and merged with the lonely somehow

can we talk about the actual statement, not only is an statement about architecture which links it to smirke and the fears as a hole (he was the one who classified them) but is also about the combination of two different stiles of architecture (Brutalism and liminality) to create a new one (brutalistic liminality) and i whole heartily believe that this is a metaphor for the fears combining with the entities that already existed in this world to create something new.

other evidence is that as many people point out before the violin statement is about desire not fear (and thats a pretty old one) and thanks to needles and this one we know that fear is still a factor so fear and desire probably combined into one

MAGP07

SAM: I got a weird email from “John” with a random name and an address

MAGP09

LENA: You are to visit a man by the name of “Nigel Dickerson” and hand him this envelope which contains a name and address

Gwen is gonna be this podcast's Fun Times person

Cthulu rises up, finally awake after uncountable eons, bigger than the earth itself, and then smacks the cult leader to turn of his alarm and gets on with his day

Consequences of great old ones awakening turn out to be vastly overhyped.

Colin being on leave is giving me heavy "Martin's been sick recently, that's annoying" energy, bit somehow more suspicious

Did teachers do nothing? If I was working I would be at least as annoyed as the kids, and probably also break a speaker

Hands down one of my worst experiences in high school was when the seniors decided to extort the entire school by using tactics that were banned by the UN to get them to pay for the senior party! If that sounds like a wild sentiment stay tuned because this shit got crazy.

I was living in Arizona at the time and I was a freshman. Our campus was largely open air, with walks between class room buildings and some covered outdoor tables. Our event began with a morning announcement. The seniors were collecting donations for the senior party, and when they reached their goal, their fundraising method would stop.

Their fundraising method:

To pipe the entire schools speakers with "If You're Happy and You Know It" on loop. To this day, I cannot hear this song without experiencing a degree of rage and madness that is frankly alarming. One of the worst parts of the entire thing was that the recording they chose had the female singer do a little clap and say "Yay-ha-hey," at the end. So it wasn't just the song, it was this awful little cooldown stinger at the end.

If this sounds a lot like psychological torture you'd be extremely correct! This practice has been banned in some countries, but the good old US hasn't ruled it a human rights violation, and what a fun silly way to raise money, that definitely wasn't damaging to adolescent psyches!

Every morning for 15 minutes before school began, every passing period, every lunch, and after school for another 15 minutes they blasted that fucking song on unceasing repeat through every speaker in the school. Everyone found different ways of coping with this and mine was to observe my classmates descent into madness and categorize the stages.

The first stage was almost completely consistent, and it was a smug almost exasperated eye rolling phase. Often accompanied by derisive comments about the song or the tactic, this phase was extremely mildly annoyed. Most people figured it would blow over soon, and no one anticipated this continuing for a week and a half, creating a miasma of fraught tension.

The second phase was elevated annoyance, starting to snap and be less amused characterized this level of irritation. People would try to cover their ears or put on headphones, humming aggressively to block out the syrupy repulsive children's performer with her loathsome little clap. This phase had people picking their absolute least favorite part of the song. Her inflection on certain words, her timing between verses. I think it's pretty clear already which part I hated most.

The next phase was a bounce back out to absurdity. It became funny how annoying it was and people would sing along as if to challenge the song's authority over their psyche. This paired exceptionally poorly with people in phase two as they'd often lash out at the people giving more voice to their hell.

The fourth phase was a dead-eyed madness. People would stare straight ahead and their lips would silently mouth the familiar words. The song had pounded its way into their very soul and was inextricably linked to auditory output. They often didn't even realize if they began chanting along.

The fifth and final phase was pure uncut pubescent rage. Kids would scream, attack each other, and in a truly epic end to the event hurl a cafeteria chair with such force at the speaker in the cafeteria to irreparably damage the sound system.

The seniors got funding for a party, but some of it had to go to repair the damages, which were substantial.

This is my favorite needles I've seen so far, a monster with a dash of twink, like God(-athan sims) intended

The way I started twirling my hair when I was listening to Episode 6 of The magnus protocol. I have trypanophobia but I can get over it for him