Stalinwolf

Stalinwolf, 6 days ago

I mean… C’mon… Finders keepers.

Stalinwolf, 6 days ago (edited 3 days ago)

I wish I had learned piano. I’ve spent my entire life wishing I would learn piano, but I’m too awkward to book lessons and/or commit to sitting down with an instructor. But as a kid I had a natural ear for playing and could figure out a portion of most songs if I spent enough time poking at the keys. My daughter (4) has been fidgeting with her little keyboard a lot. I’m wondering if we shouldn’t learn together in the future.

I often close my eyes and move my fingers as though I’m playing naturally, and I swear I know where all of the keys are. It’s more than just pretend. It’s like it’s been here all along, but I’ve never honed it. I know that I could play something beautiful if I just fucking tried.

Stalinwolf, 5 days ago (edited 3 days ago)

While I don’t have it anymore, for years I had a recurring nightmare about the house I grew up in. There had always been unusual occurrences within, mostly auditory but sometimes visual. Looking back, I was never that spooked about it while living there. I honestly loved that property and have fond memories of growing up among all those old apple trees. But for years after moving out I would dream that I had returned to it, and it was very, very different.

In the dreams the house was dark and full of shadows. Completely devoid of furniture and decor. It was gray, empty, and wholly abandoned. While inside I could feel an overwhelming and foreboding precense. It was this feeling of fear and panic. Pure dread. There was something disturbing there with me as I traveled from room to room, nervously anticipating every new corner as the sun sank low and the shadows grew deeper inside. As the years progressed, I would find the house to be filled with spectral cats that accompanied me throughout, or darted around the rooms inexplicably, sometimes out of the corner of my eye and other times as clear as day. Though I couldn’t quite focus on them, I had the feeling these were all the cats I had owned growing up. Some of them cats I had owned and lost since originally living there. It was as though they were trapped in the purgatory of that haunting, empty dream house, and even though the cats seemed to be full of spunk, there was an immense sadness about them being there.

The dreams occurred with greater frequency into my late 20s-early 30s, until one night I simply stepped inside and realized there was nothing left to fear. Suddenly the house no longer bothered me. It stood still and silent. Cleansed somehow. There were no more shadows, ghostly cats or smothering prescences within. It was as though the both me and the house had been freed.

I haven’t dreamt about that house since, other than a snippet from another unrelated dream, where I found myself briefly gathered with a co-workers family on the back deck, but I didn’t realize where I had been until waking.

Stalinwolf, 7 days ago (edited 3 days ago)

Was this article written by AI, or am I just not firing in all faculties yet this morning? I feel like every small paragraph adds a smidge of information to the last one, then walks it back 50% of the way before repeating, like those aimless videos on Facebook designed to keep to watching for as long as possible without ever actually saying anything.

Taake ate eggs and toast this morning, and went to work.

Taake went to work, and when he arrived, his parking spot was taken.

His parking spot was taken at work. This made Taake visibly angry.

Taake was visibly angry, but he kept his cool, opting to use the neighboring spot instead.

With the neighboring spot secured, Taake proceeded into the building.

Taake entered the building and greeted reception.

After greeting reception, Taake passed through security. “Looks like you’re in the barrel today”, said security.

Taake was in the barrel today. He followed the red indicator to the anomalous research labs.

Stalinwolf, 7 days ago

Caution… LASERRRR! Caution… LASERRRRR!!

Stalinwolf, 11 days ago (edited 3 days ago)

I could bag that house myself with a steady supply of cauliflower and Beyond Meat burgers. Shit, I probably have Roland beat already.

Stalinwolf, 11 days ago

Mediocre? He’s the goddamn paterfamilias!

Stalinwolf, 11 days ago

Well, we ain’t usin’ Fop, goddamnit.

Stalinwolf, 11 days ago (edited 3 days ago)

“Pewtin here’s got a job! Pewtin’s got prospects!”

Stalinwolf, 11 days ago

Days off too. I used to stay up all night, sleep all morning, and work part time at 5pm. Now I start work at either 4am or 7am, and sleeping any later than that on my days off feels as though I’m squandering my freetime. My wife and I still lie to ourselves and say we’re going to sleep in, but then my 4-year-old wakes up at 6 like fucking clockwork, and it’s all downhill from there.

Stalinwolf, 12 days ago

As a sassy little Australian girl once corrected my wife, "It’s Mel-bin…"

Stalinwolf, 11 days ago (edited 3 days ago)

Lol, that’s probably a better way of spelling it. All I have is my wife’s impression, and “melbn” is more accurate to that than my “Mel-bin”.

Stalinwolf, 12 days ago (edited 3 days ago)

I only miss the small communities, especially the ones for video games like r/stalker. Nowhere else to talk about these things.

Stalinwolf, 12 days ago

This is me trying to write. I will get through a chapter and think it’s brilliant, but will convince myself I’ll save loads of time of I just edit each chapter as I go. Problem is, every time I open it up, I seem to have a different opinion on what’s good, whether I like the way each sentence flows, etc. Eventually I come to the realization that I’ve completely butchered it in the process.

Stalinwolf, 12 days ago

That’s cool it comes with a small shelf for your cat to sleep on in case you’d like to bring him.

Stalinwolf, 12 days ago

I don’t know, but if I ever went to prison I would be alright if I had a cell like this and materials to write. I would finally turn all of my world-building into a proper novel, and would hope I didn’t violent crime my way past public redemption.

Stalinwolf, 13 days ago

Climbed stairs to piss for the glory of the empire!

Stalinwolf, 12 days ago

We got him, boys!

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Stalinwolf, 16 days ago

What is this… Xavier’s school for ANTS?!

Stalinwolf, 17 days ago

This has the makings of a fucking rad '80s monster movie.

Stalinwolf, 16 days ago

Amber Lamps, I think…

Stalinwolf, 18 days ago

Fuck yeah, dude. I love your inclusion of “not old lady purple”, because my first thought was, “Oh, yeah. They do that.”

On that topic… Why do old ladies dye their hair old lady purple? For years I thought each incident of it was just an accident… Like, maybe old ladies try to add a bit of maroon to their hair and it doesn’t play well with the gray, so it comes out purple… But I no longer think that’s the case.

Stalinwolf, 18 days ago

👉👉 WE’RE THE WIGGLES! 👉👉

Stalinwolf, 23 days ago (edited 18 days ago)

Sometimes it’s weird to look back on middle school, and the teachers who brought our generation up as young kids being told about the future. I’m an adult now, and I feel like an adult now, but in a way it feels like I’m still a part of that group of dumb and naive kids. It doesn’t feel that long ago at all. But the reality is that all of us are now pushing 40, and our time there is now wholly irrelevant, and we’re so far removed from those years that it’s fucking wild. A lot of those teachers are probably dead now.

I don’t know how to articulate what it is I’m meaning to say here. It’s just weird that we were kids so recently. I don’t feel like my life has gone by all that fast, but middle school to 40 somehow did all the same. I feel my age, and I feel as though I’ve lived to my age, but my memories don’t feel distant whatsoever. It feels like that was nine years ago.

Just like I feel like I was still living at home with my dad a few years ago, but I’ve been living in another country away from my parents for 7 years now, and my dad had been dead since last May.

He was such a good dad.

Stalinwolf, 23 days ago

Thank you. This is a beautiful sentiment.