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Our saint is Julian the Apostate, Our modal prince is Castlereagh, Our favorite statesman died today.
Nov 16, 2021 24 tweets 5 min read
It’s Tuesday morning in an open office and life is completely pointless.

But even though you walk through the valley of fake smiles and menopausal screeches, you fear no evil, for you know that salvation is here at the end of the corridor.

The toilet. The last refuge. A place to escape the prying eyes of NPCs, to sit and enjoy ten minutes of Twitter feed and tranquility, broken only by rasping sounds of flatulence and painful grunts of elder colleagues.

Not anymore.

No #GreatPlaceToWork can allow for private happiness.
Nov 8, 2021 38 tweets 6 min read
The Last Question

The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on Oct 27th 2034. around 6AM on at Jesuit Refugee Service center in London's Borough of Tower Hamlets.

Alexandra Adelle and Berta Lips were two of the faithful attendants of the orgy. Students of journalism during the week, they made some extra cash on OnlyFans and working as hostesses on the regular Love Thy Neighbor parties.

After a two day meth^2-fueled orgy Alexandra walked out of the shower and prepared lines of H-speed on a Victorian cast iron mirror.
Nov 2, 2021 34 tweets 7 min read
We have returned to the office at a 50% capacity. The men are fatter and the women are even more unpleasant.

And among the ruins of what was once a respectable occupation stood George, half-man half-copying machine. During the lockdown George put on at least two stone. He's not farmer-fat or truck-driver-fat. His fat deposits are formed by endless hours of sitting in a computer chair and on a computer. He once said a story of driving a bicycle to work and getting 'really REALLY tired'.
Sep 5, 2021 12 tweets 5 min read
The biggest problem with sex work is that it's not 'WORK' in the Marxist sense of the word.

Prostitutes are not proletariat, they are not selling their labor power in order to live.

They are the Bourgeoisie, the 'rentier class' living off the monopoly of pussy. Pussy is not a 'good' in the same sense as coffee, steal or shoes are.

Pussy is private capital inherited by birth.

This mode of ownership and control of the pussy establishes the conditions that enable the prostitutes (bourgeoisie) to exploit the kerb crawlers (proletariat).