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Oak Hill Cemetery, Lawrence, KS.

2023.06.01 21:29 mootchnmutets Oak Hill Cemetery, Lawrence, KS.

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2023.06.01 21:25 jayhawkaholic Reported kidnapping (and speculation)

The official statement from the LKPD:
"Investigators with the Lawrence Kansas Police Department are actively searching for additional suspects in a kidnapping case that began Monday morning and led to one arrest last night. A 65-year-old man was found by police in a nearby city and reported he had been kidnapped from his home in the 4600 block of Nicklaus Drive in Lawrence. LKPD Investigators immediately began working to locate evidence and identify suspects. Patrol officers and investigators surrounded one suspect’s place of employment, where he attempted to flee on foot but was quickly and safely taken into custody. Officers booked 20-year-old Tahreon Lamont Allen into the Douglas County Correctional Facility. This investigation is still very active, and releasing additional details right now could significantly hamper our efforts. We intend to release more as we are able and encourage anyone with information to call LKPD's Investigations Unit. Thank you for your patience."
What do you think really happened?
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2023.06.01 20:40 rangernumberx Respect the Tomatoes (Attack of the Killer Tomatoes)

"Get over here, gonna need your help fighting the Red Menace again." "Communists, huh?" "Worse. Tomatoes!"
In the late 70s, the United States of America were terrorized by the greatest threat they had ever faced. Tomatoes, unable to be reasoned with, unable to be stopped, unable to hold back their relentless bloodlust. It took a group of specialists put together by the president to discover their one weakness, using it to negate the fruit threat. Ten years of peace passed, aided by the U.S. Congress outlawing tomatoes, and the new generation grew up unknowing of the menace once posed. This was until Professor Gangreen found a way to transform tomatoes into personal soldiers, planning on reminding the world of why they once feared them as he became its ruler.


1 - Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
2 - Return of the Killer Tomatoes!
3 - Killer Tomatoes Strike Back!
4 - Killer Tomatoes Eat France!
C-# - Attack of the Killer Tomatoes novelization, chapter #


Killing / Eating


Blunt Force


Flying / Throwing Themselves

Unique Forms



Music Effects


Fear Induction

Other Capabilities


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2023.06.01 19:16 Super_Mecha_Tofu The Purpose of Human Art

(This is an excerpt from a long script I wrote for a youtube vid that will no longer be made due to private complications.)
People don’t seem to understand that the appeal of human, non-AI art is similar to the appeal of human, non-AI sports. Human art, like human sports, is a game of working within the limitations that are intrinsic to us and natural to us as a species. Artists use legitimate tools, sure, just like athletes use legitimate tools (I acknowledge key differences in the parenthetical after this paragraph). Golf players use clubs, tennis players use rackets, and speedrunners use gaming consoles. The legitimate tools of non-AI art and the legitimate tools of sports help the players play the specific game they’re playing. The tools don’t play most or all of the game for the player. Why don’t they? Because the point of human sports is not just to see the most amazing feats. It’s for us to see members of our own species working within the limitations of their biology to achieve the most amazing feats they can. If a human athlete secretly uses performance enhancing drugs at the Olympics, he’ll be more capable of pulling off amazing physical stunts, but the whole point of watching him excel primarily because of his natural ability will be gone. Likewise, tool-assisted speedruns, in which software compensates for the limitations of the human player, can be spectacles to behold, but the core meaning of seeing a human player refine the reflexes of his own body to perform skillfully isn’t as present within these runs. Tool-assisted speedrunning may be a legitimate category on official leaderboards, but if technical execution were all that mattered to speedrunning enthusiasts, it’d be the only category.
(If the legitimate tools of artists are more elaborate and flexible than the legitimate tools of athletes, that’s because non-AI art is a much more elaborate and flexible game than most sports, with more intricate and varied ways to win. In the “sport” of filmmaking, you can ‘win’ by making a good Western, a good police procedural, a good superhero movie, etc. All these genres have vastly different technical requirements, and so nonAI tools have to be flexible to account for those vastly different technical requirements. Non-AI tools also have to account for a multitude of environments that the sport of filmmaking takes place in. In many scenarios, the sport of filmmaking doesn’t take place in a standardized stadium, whereas a football game will generally take place in a field with the same basic layout. These differences don’t ruin the sports and art comparison, because like with soccer or basketball, non-AI art is about achieving good results despite our intrinsic limitations, not just about the good results in isolation. This is the reason that while non-AI art tools can legitimately evolve to better account for the different circumstances that can burden the core work of craftsmanship, they cease to be legitimate the second they remove the core work of craftsmanship (unless you're playing a vastly different game with a vastly different standard, which I believe AI art is from non-AI art.) Removing the core craftsmanship from the equation of non-AI art is the art equivalent of basketball players no longer doing the physical work of playing basketball and calling their performance "Basketball." I also suspect that if you remove human limitations from the equation of art entirely, even our isolated and abstract appreciation of aesthetics will gradually suffer. Don’t underestimate how much of our appreciation of art's abstract aesthetic quality is unconsciously tied to our in-born, instinctive understanding of what aesthetic achievements are impressive for humans like us to achieve, unaided by tools that do most of the core work.)
Like with physical achievements in human sports, what’s truly magical about artistic achievements like the Sistine Chapel, the Divine Comedy, the plays of Shakespeare, and more modern and popular masterpieces of narrative art like Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fullmetal Alchemist, Breaking Bad, and so on and so forth, isn’t just their abstract aesthetic beauty, though their aesthetic beauty is awe-inspiring. The context that makes those works of human art so meaningful even as aesthetic experiences is that the artists who made these paintings, poems, plays, and shows made them with their own abilities, and within the limitations of the human body, the human mind and the human soul. In the same way that it’s inspiring to see a human athlete gracefully leap over a bar at the olympics, it’s inspiring to see Kubrick with his human mind figure out the match-cut between mankind’s first weapon and the Discovery One, to see David Lean turn the same sands that T.E Lawrence walked across into his own personal canvas, to see Jackie Chan turn deadly, hand-to-hand showdowns into mesmerizing, dance-like stunts, to see Pixar’s 3D modellers manually invest imaginary cartoon puppets with soul and humanity, to see Hironobu Sakaguchi manually transform simple adventure games into personal epics about accepting your own mortality, after the passing of his mother.
Like with human sports, technical execution in art is only part of the point. The human himself is the point. There can be categories for art mostly made by artificial intelligence, but those shouldn’t be the only categories, nor should they make other categories existentially impossible to verify. If we replace all athletes with machines, the resulting spectacle will be a wonderful sight, but the parts of our souls that want to see members of our own species strive to excel despite our limitations, as well as the parts of our souls that personally want to excel despite our limitations, will eventually starve and die a quiet death. Automated Tennis probably will be beautiful, but it’s objectively not human tennis. The players of automated tennis, whether or not they can eventually become persons as valuable as us, will objectively never be the same species as us, in the same way that extraterrestrials who count as equally valuable persons as homo sapiens objectively won’t be homo sapiens. Whether we realize it or not, it’s meaningful for us to see fellow members of mankind train themselves until they can make themselves perform great physical feats. What applies to physical feats also applies to artistic feats.
Someone might respond by saying “well, AI will still offer limitations for artists to struggle against.” This person is comparing the wrong things in that analogy. The drugs that athletes illicitly use also have limitations. The robots that may replace those same athletes will have limitations. The programs that speedrunners use to make tool-assisted runs have limitations. The things we use to erase our limitations will always have their own limitations, even if they’re imperceptible. The problem with using these things isn’t that they’re perfect. Nothing’s perfect. The problem is that they erase so much of our own imperfection that our triumph over our own weaknesses is no longer ours. The victory belongs to the drugs we used, to the software we used, to the robots who replaced us, and to the inventors of all of these things. Sure, non-AI tools in movie-making have advanced and have made movies way easier to make, but at the end of the day the screenwriter has to struggle against his human eloquence to write a screenplay from scratch, the cinematographer has to struggle against his human taste for composition to frame and light a beautiful shot, and the actors have to struggle against their human control over their emotions to act.
Too many critics of AI Art miss this. They focus too much on the rapidly disappearing imperfections of AI Art itself, or on the rapidly disappearing uniqueness of the purely material properties of human ability. Instead, we have to emphasize the human beings themselves, and emphasize that the point of human art, like with human sports, is to express and test our natural human ability not because that ability is particularly strong or special as an abstract reality, but because our desire to personally excel at the things we love to do is one of the most ennobling and humanizing desires we can satisfy, and our desire to see other people personally excel at the things we love to do is also one of the most ennobling and humanizing desires we can satisfy. Like with many things that make life worth living, that’s the point.
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2023.06.01 19:13 Koitai [H] Humble Bundle keys [W] Steam wishlist games Have wishlist item ready for offer

[H] Humble Bundle keys [W] Steam wishlist games Have wishlist item ready for offer
Looking to trade for items on my wishlist:
Games I have to trade:
Magicka 2
Holy Potatoes! We're in Space?!
Tropico 5
Rapture Rejects
Spy Fox 2 "Some Assembly Required"
Shadowrun Returns
Kingdom: New Lands
Kathy Rain
Dungeon of the Endless
Panzer Corps
Serial Cleaner
Sniper Elite
Red Faction Guerrilla Re-Mars-tered
Little Big Workshop
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2023.06.01 18:52 BarryMcCockinerJr Honestly shocked that Derrick Brown didn’t make this list

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2023.06.01 17:59 Cori_ STOLEN GREEN 2001 CHEVY SILVERADO TRUCK 6****20

As title says, my neighbors Green 2001 Chevy Truck was stolen either last night or this AM from Saratoga and Lawrence area, near 280. Unfortunately we do not have any pictures of the truck. PLEASE DM me if see. We've files police report and posted on other social platforms.
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2023.06.01 17:57 Cori_ STOLEN GREEN 2001 CHEVY SILVERADO TRUCK 6****20

As title says, my neighbors Green 2001 Chevy Truck was stolen either last night or this AM from Saratoga and Lawrence area, near 280. Unfortunately we do not have any pictures of the truck. PLEASE DM me if see. We've files police report and posted on other social platforms.
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2023.06.01 17:16 T351A I fear this is the end, but here's a reminder of how amazing the app is to so many people.

I fear this is the end, but here's a reminder of how amazing the app is to so many people. submitted by T351A to apolloapp [link] [comments]

2023.06.01 16:55 ebradio Chat Pile Announce US Tour

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2023.06.01 14:35 lowandslow216 WBRZ needs to be considerate with their ad selection and placement…

WBRZ needs to be considerate with their ad selection and placement… submitted by lowandslow216 to batonrouge [link] [comments]

2023.06.01 10:52 HunkyBuns [H] Various Bundled Games [W] Hollow Knight, Rain World

12 Is Better Than Six
1993 Space Machine
The Adventure Pals
AER Memories of Old
Almost There: The Platformer
As Far As The Eye
Assassin's Creed Chronicles: China (UPlay)
Aurion: Legacy of the Kori-Odan
Between The Stars
Bleed 2
Cepheus Protocol
Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3 (x2)
Crying Suns
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man Of Medan
Do Not Feed the Monkeys
The Dwarves
Else Heart.Break()
Evan's Remains
Evoland 2
Family Man
Farmer's Dynasty
Finding Paradise
The Flame in the Flood
Fury Unleashed
Gremlins, Inc.
Gunmetal Arcadia Zero
The Henry Stickmin Collection
Infested Planet + Trickster's Arsenal DLC
I'm Not a Monster
The Interactive Adventures of Dog Mendonça and Pizza Boy
Iron Harvest
The Journey Down: Chapter Three
JumpJet Rex
Last Oasis
Legends of Eisenwald
Little Misfortune
Love is Dead
Midnight Protocol
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
My Time At Portia
NAIRI: Tower of Shirin
Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl
Nowhere Prophet
Old Man's Journey
Orwell: Keeping an Eye On You
Out of Space
Pac-Man 256
Police Stories
Project Winter
Rapture Rejects + Safari outfit skin
Rebel Cops
Red Solstice 2: Survivors
Resident Evil Revelations
Riot - Civil Unrest
Road Redemption
Rover Mechanic Simulator
Satellite Reign
Scanner Sombre
Seasons After Fall
The Shrouded Isle
Smile For Me
Sniper Elite
Steamworld Heist
Street Fighter V
Surviving Mars
Swords and Soldiers 2: Shawarmageddon
Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt
Valhalla Hills
Void Destroyer
The Warlock of Firetop Mourntain
We Need To Go Deeper
Umbrella Corps™
Yoku's Island Express
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2023.06.01 06:22 x503x Drain @the bottleneck Lawrence KS

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2023.06.01 05:59 Emotional-Ad-7845 what do i do?

Recently, I moved across country and eventually finding a job, ill leave names, and such out because im still working here untill i find soemthing else. I work for a shipping retail store and the owner runs the store. He doesnt have a manager so he does both. Everyone who works there is less then 6 months and already have plans to leave because of the way he treats his employees. For me, he constantly yells curses get upset over little mistakes. this week i stopped a package because it was suspicious and it costed him money because it was an over night service. Today he saw it was still here and yelled and screamed at me using curse words and such without even opening the package. He was mad that it costed him money and that i didnt reach out to him yesterday, when any time i reach out to him when hes not working hes always given me attudie or made me feel like i was not smart enough to figure it out. We had ( i believe) one customer and 5 people on staff not including me, and him. Everyone heard him yelling at me over a 160$ package and asked me why he is so hard and abusive to me. After i left for the day he decided to open the package i thought was suspecious and it was blank credit cards and credit card scanners. it was turned over to the police. After he saw i was opening the store tomorow and threw the f curse word. Everyone thinks he has something against me but aside from the mistakes ive made, which were mostly all fixable or small, i show up on time, i try my best. Every job prior to movingive held for years. I dont know what to do because mentallly i can't take this job, but i cant lose this job i barely can afford my rent as it is. im just asking for what i can do to get out of this situation. I cant take this abuse anymore.
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2023.06.01 05:55 littleman9210j How a Karen tried to get my parents to put our dog down

This was back in 2018 the year I lost my grandfather who I loved dearly but it was bound to happen I was only a little over 12 and I was having a hard time taking it. Story part- my parents got my a pit bull to help my bparents got it from my dad's friend who trained her but she was still hard headed but my parents went on a walk with me and the dog to get the going I'm will refer to the Karen a k parents par we walked down a road I have never been on there was people walking on both sides of the road I have social anxiety so as we walk down the road a lady Karen or K is walking on the other side of the road and our dog sees this and wants to run across the road to see K because she also has a dog our dog a pit bull and a poodle K's dog my dad not a small man holds our dog back and we continue as we Reach the end of the road we turn and walk back the K is also walking back on our side as we reach a point that we interact saying hi our dog jumps and scares the K who tells us to watch out and continues we go home and 2 days later I go for a walk with my dog the K was walking as well our dog once again jumps scares the K and she tells me I'm tired of seeing you're dog I want you gone I told her you can't just tell me to leave you don't own this road she looks at me and says I will call the cops I tell her to do it my dog was frightened by the yelling and jumped again scaring the K so much that she fell on the ground the yelling also attracted a crowd my dog stands in front of me to protect me and my dog growls the K tells me she will get her husband to put down my dog I tell her if you touch my dog I will get my father to come to you're home and put you in you're place the K says that her husband is a police officer and I inform her that my father is a retired marine and that he is much much to protective over his animals to let someone hurt them the K whispers something I didn't hear her all I know is I didn't like the crowd because of my social anxiety and I began to panic a little someone in the crowd must have called the cops because at this time a cop car shows up witch makes me panic even more my dog gets close and tries to comfort me I was wearing a necklace that also works as a emergency phone that calls my parents and does a recorded message of my dad saying he is panicd and my parents can see where I am I pass out from stress my dog stays beside me my parents arrive my dog runs to them the police officers tell my parents became full and that's all I remember then I wake up in a hospital and my mom is there I ask her where's dad and she says the vet office and turns out the K saw my wallet fall out my pocket she tried to take it my dog runs back over to me as the K bends down to get it my dog bites her arm the she starts bleeding everyone was silent except for K she was crying in pain my dog continued biting her legs her arms and her ear my dog was covered in blood but K should have know that that dog was trained to fight not protect my dad tells the officer I'll help the officer says no go my dog comes to my parents I was sent to the hospital and remembered I had a butterfly knife turns out I didn't pass out I blacked out use the knife to cut the K and that's why my dog went after the lady the K wanted my dog to be put down but the necklace I was wearing records audio and the cops listened to the recording the Karen was senteced to 5 years jail time for trying to hurt a minor
Thank you for reading this I needed to get this off my chest
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2023.06.01 04:26 mootchnmutets I'm intensely curious about who this belongs to.

Taken today at Oak Hill Cemetery in Lawrence, KS. This is one of my favorite monuments. I am intensely curious about who this belongs to. No visible identifying information.
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2023.06.01 01:33 User_3971 MHA/CCA/PSE/RCA: Skip the line! Career jobs posted within. 5-31 rollup.

Damn it, lost a day! Had Memorial Day off but got fucked (mandated to work) on Saturday. Threw off the timing. Super-rare Wednesday edition!
Good afternoon. Brief listing of CAREER JOBS pulled from for your convenience. Tell HR User_3971 sent you, let's see if they pay more than .25¢ per head. NOTE: Maintenance jobs are drying up - the In Service Register may finally be seeing results for our already career people.
Some jobs may be part-time regular however all listed jobs should qualify for federal benefits from day one. To save text I have only listed the location and date of posting for each. Use the posting number for your search term. LC and MM are entry-level Maintenance. Here is a Maint overview and here is Exam 955 info. You can DO it!

NOTE: USPS NEVER charges a fee for entrance exams. If payment is requested during the application process, walk the fuck away, go to and APPLY THERE. We even has a video walkthrough prepared.

Laborer Custodial:
CHARLEVOIX MI NC11370316 05/27/2023
OMAHA NE NC11369343 05/27/2023
SAN JOSE CA NC11365062 05/27/2023
KIRKLAND WA NC11367251 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11371903 05/27/2023
FORT WASHAKIE WY NC11369073 05/27/2023
YUBA CITY CA NC11367214 05/25/2023
MOUNT IDA AR NC11361986 05/20/2023
BRATTLEBORO VT NC11374752 05/31/2023
BENTON HARBOR MI NC11371533 05/27/2023
PETALUMA CA NC11371537 05/27/2023
CATASAUQUA PA NC11371600 05/27/2023
EL CENTRO CA NC11371615 05/27/2023
HAMBURG PA NC11371700 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371707 05/27/2023
HAZELWOOD MO NC11371718 05/27/2023
WAUKESHA WI NC11371854 05/27/2023
GREEN BAY WI NC11371863 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371870 05/27/2023
AUSTIN TX NC11371871 05/27/2023
YUBA CITY CA NC11371908 05/27/2023
EAST HAMPTON NY NC11371909 05/27/2023
PEEKSKILL NY NC11371527 05/27/2023
PEEKSKILL NY NC11371421 05/27/2023
MACHIAS ME NC11371418 05/27/2023
SAN MATEO CA NC11371915 05/27/2023
WILLMAR MN NC11371410 05/27/2023
CUPERTINO CA NC11370120 05/27/2023
WARSAW IN NC11369259 05/27/2023
BISMARCK ND NC11369191 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369059 05/27/2023
URBANDALE IA NC11369055 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369050 05/27/2023
BUFFALO GROVE IL NC11368995 05/27/2023
SANTA ANA CA NC11365065 05/27/2023
CATASAUQUA PA NC11367255 05/25/2023
HAMBURG PA NC11367254 05/25/2023
WHITE RIVER JUNCTION VT NC11371417 05/27/2023
WEST CHICAGO IL NC11368968 05/27/2023

Maintenance Mechanic:
WEST PALM BEACH FL NC11367250 05/27/2023
PONTIAC MI NC11370630 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11371348 05/27/2023
NEW YORK NY NC11370543 05/27/2023
EAGAN MN NC11369434 05/27/2023
BIRMINGHAM AL NC11369105 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369114 05/27/2023
WICHITA KS NC11369186 05/27/2023
PHOENIX AZ NC11364942 05/27/2023
JACKSONVILLE FL NC11370197 05/27/2023
HARRISBURG PA NC11369187 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11370181 05/27/2023
CAROL STREAM IL NC11363416 05/27/2023
BOSTON MA NC11370175 05/27/2023
BETHPAGE NY NC11371414 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371828 05/27/2023
MEMPHIS TN NC11371737 05/27/2023
MELVILLE NY NC11371742 05/27/2023
JERSEY CITY NJ NC11371729 05/27/2023

Special! Interesting Maintenance Jobs: (may be skills required)

Maintenance Mechanic MPE:
FARGO ND NC11371325 05/27/2023
WEST FARGO ND NC11371173 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11370161 05/27/2023
WHITE RIVER JUNCTION NC11371671 05/27/2023
EAGAN MN NC11369373 05/27/2023
WICHITA KS NC11369179 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11371319 05/27/2023
ELK GROVE VILLAGE IL NC11370043 05/27/2023

Building Equipment Mechanic:
BELLMAWR NJ NC11368795 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11368549 05/27/2023

General Clerk VMF:
TULSA OK NC11367091 05/24/2023
MIAMI FL NC11365300 05/30/2023
WEST PALM BEACH FL NC11365247 05/30/2023

Tool & Parts Clerk:
MIAMI FL NC11365302 05/30/2023

Garage Assistant:
HOUSTON TX NC11368988 05/26/2023
Electronic Technician:
BROCKTON MA NC11370302 05/27/2023
ROCHESTER NY NC11371416 05/27/2023
ELK GROVE VILLAGE IL NC11370150 05/27/2023
JACKSON MS NC11366836 05/27/2023
TRENTON NJ NC11369363 05/27/2023

NON-Maintenance jerbs:

LINDEN TN NC11359072 05/18/2023
OCEAN BEACH NY NC11370230 05/27/2023
LANAI CITY HI NC11363428 05/20/2023
DAYTON TX NC11362387 05/22/2023
MEMPHIS MO NC11370238 05/29/2023
JACKMAN ME NC11367260 05/25/2023
ILIAMNA AK NC11371701 05/27/2023
CHENOA IL NC11361153 05/19/2023
BUNA TX NC11362381 05/22/2023
BOLINAS CA NC11368368 05/25/2023
PRESIDIO TX NC11360896 05/19/2023
PALACIOS TX NC11362377 05/22/2023
KOTZEBUE AK NC11371704 05/27/2023
ROCKSPRINGS TX NC11361161 05/19/2023
MILLERSBURG PA NC11370506 05/27/2023
EAGLE BUTTE SD NC11367304 05/29/2023
S YARMOUTH MA NC11370685 05/27/2023
CHARLESTON TN NC11371307 05/27/2023
BERRYVILLE AR NC11360673 05/19/2023
RANDLE WA NC11367126 05/24/2023
PECONIC NY NC11370190 05/27/2023
MARSHALL AR NC11360674 05/19/2023
ELK MOUND WI NC11369091 05/25/2023
BOW WA NC11367586 05/25/2023
BASSETT NE NC11366996 05/24/2023
ADDY WA NC11367447 05/25/2023
WEST CHATHAM MA NC11368584 05/27/2023
WEBBERVILLE MI NC11360764 05/19/2023
PONCE DE LEON FL NC11367045 05/24/2023
MARENGO IL NC11369368 05/26/2023
KETCHIKAN AK NC11373327 05/30/2023
HOMEWOOD CA NC11368364 05/25/2023
HIGHLAND MD NC11372890 05/30/2023
FLANDREAU SD NC11367252 05/25/2023
BELGIUM WI NC11366636 05/24/2023
BATH MI NC11360766 05/19/2023
LOS GATOS CA NC11368369 05/26/2023
EDGECOMB ME NC11367253 05/25/2023

City Carrier:
OAKLAND CA NC11365498 05/28/2023
PITTSBURGH PA NC11365454 05/28/2023
AURORA CO NC11365555 05/28/2023
BARRINGTON IL NC11370311 05/29/2023
CAMBRIDGE MA NC11370380 05/27/2023
CINCINNATI OH NC11365482 05/28/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11365496 05/28/2023
COVINGTON KY NC11371919 05/27/2023
DENVER CO NC11366882 05/28/2023
DULUTH MN NC11362480 05/30/2023
EAST PALO ALTO CA NC11368607 05/26/2023
FREMONT CA NC11370500 05/27/2023
HALF MOON BAY CA NC11367133 05/25/2023
HOPKINS MN NC11367637 05/25/2023
JAMAICA PLAIN MA NC11365301 05/28/2023
KANSAS CITY MO NC11365461 05/28/2023
LONGMONT CO NC11364941 05/30/2023
MENLO PARK CA NC11367127 05/25/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11365468 05/28/2023
MISSION KS NC11366896 05/28/2023
REDWOOD CITY CA NC11367129 05/25/2023
RICHMOND CA NC11361984 05/24/2023
RICHMOND CA NC11370511 05/27/2023
SAN FRANCISCO CA NC11365552 05/28/2023
SANTA BARBARA CA NC11371344 05/27/2023
WALTHAM MA NC11365314 05/28/2023
WATERTOWN WI NC11367306 05/24/2023
WESTMINSTER CO NC11372881 05/30/2023
WESTMINSTER CO NC11372888 05/31/2023
WHEAT RIDGE CO NC11372884 05/30/2023
WOBURN MA NC11370383 05/27/2023
BURLINGAME CA NC11367093 05/25/2023
DENVER CO NC11365625 05/28/2023
FORT DODGE IA NC11367454 05/31/2023
GLENSHAW PA NC11367256 05/26/2023
SAN BRUNO CA NC11367213 05/25/2023
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Rural Carrier:
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Motor Vehicle Operator:
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Tractor Trailer Operator:
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No experience necessary for the laborer custodial or maintenance mechanic positions. It helps on the interview but you can surely think of maintenance related experience to relay for an interview. Based on fixing things around your house, the car etc. Always mention working safely.

Pro tip: You can apply for any job that has an exam opening and the test is administered local to yourself. Make sure you're serious and score decently; you can turn down the job offer. Keep a physical copy of your exam score, I believe they are good for two years.
The reason is: These job postings can be posted externally at capacity for testing, meaning they will not allow you to take the exam if they have enough qualified applicants. However, if you have a test score on the books, you are a qualified applicant.

Explanation of MVO/TTO to save time:
MVO= CDL B Can only drive box trucks on public roads, can drive anything for moves on postal property.
TTO= CDL A Can drive anything.

USPS provides the training. (Maintenance jobs at least. TTO and management...GOOD LUCK)

You don't have to be crazy to work here. We'll train you. Everything but proper email usage.
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2023.05.31 23:47 Fatbettie Private room in newly remodeled Naismith Hall available for fall

1 Bed 1 Bath - Apartment
Naismith Hall, Lawrence, KS 66045, United States
Private room with shared en suite in newly remodeled Naismith Hall.  Amenities include dining cafe package meals included, parking, utilities, Internet, swimming pool, elevator, fitness center, housekeeping, laundry,  bus service to campus nearby. 10 month lease through Naismith, we will pay reletting fee.
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2023.05.31 23:30 JonathanRedding Ghost Word Pt. 2

Continued from Pt. 1, which can be found at:
Pt 1:
WARNING: This story contains depictions of non-consensual sex and gun violence.
Lyle found himself on foot, the valise at his side, the night air crisp and noisy. He realized he was ravenous. No surprise there, he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in twenty-six hours. The late evening traffic was brisk around the campus, and as he passed a roving pack of students Lyle realized it was Thursday night*. Thirsty Thursdays*.
In keeping with ancient tradition, the majority of undergraduates avoided Friday morning classes at all costs, preferring to begin their weekend revels on Thursday nights. Lyle followed his feet. He imagined power emanating from the briefcase at his side, thrumming up his arm. He felt, for perhaps the first time in a life of shrinking uncertainty, boundless.
And it felt extraordinary.
Somewhere inside of him a notion was forming that he did not dare articulate. But he followed his feet. The easy ebb and flow of walk signals, the pleasantly cool night air, the passing chatter, even the occasional car-horn—which in the past had never failed to startle him, jittery as he was—seemed buoyant and agreeable. The night was his. He realized he was sloping gently downhill, as he followed his feet. He realized he knew exactly where he was going. He found himself before O’Flaherty’s Pub, with its sandwich-board blaring LADIES NIGHT 1/2 WELL DRINKS -- TRUST ME YOU CAN DANCE in electric pink loops. It felt only natural to step beneath the awning, swing wide the knotted mahogany door, and enter the din.
The ham-hock manning security—probably a redshirt lineman in his off-season—turned toward Lyle on autopilot, one hand reaching out as a question formed on his lips, lemme see some ID. Lyle made no attempt to reach for his wallet because he knew the inevitable would happen when the bouncer took in his face, which he did a half second later. A tiny beat of recognition flickered and was gone, and the bouncer turned away. No need to card the old dude. Good luck navigating the vicissitudes of adult life, you Mongoloid, Lyle thought. The jag off had a Black & Mild tucked up behind one ear, Lyle felt an insane urge to snatch it off his head and break it in half. He did not do well with the pretend authority of chunky, dead-eyed adolescents.
But I’m not here for him.
Lyle wove his way into the evening crush with the delicate, shuffling little steps he always used in crowds. By fits and starts he made his way deeper, deeper, winding toward the back bar, the one with the full-length mirror. That was her favorite. O’Flaherty’s had a Crosley jukebox, wood-paneled and coin-operated, reaching for vintage but stuffed to the gills with Bluetooth and wi-fi and digital memory and whatever else. A woman’s voice was booming out of it, an empty pop ballad gussied up by her big, operatic sound. Lyle tried to think of the singer’s name, but couldn’t. He squeezed into a narrow gap at the back bar.
Darby was flirting as she mixed a rum-and-coke for a gawky, dough-faced kid in a flat-cap and a Harrington jacket. On the few occasions he had come out on Darby missions, Lyle had stayed well back from the bar, waiting for drink service at one of the small cafe tables lining the billiard room. But tonight, he wasn’t here to watch.
Darby handed off the drink and caught sight of Lyle. He winced—he could read the surprise, even discomfort, on her face. But she was tending bar, and she was quick on her feet, and she rearranged her expression into a smile. She held up a finger—*one sec—*to which Lyle nodded, as she took flat-cap’s (father’s) Amex back to the register and opened up a tab.
Lyle enjoyed watching her walk. Enjoyed looking at her from the back, or in profile. He usually saw her face, in class, big brown doe eyes and very pale, freckled skin. A shade away from clear, he had heard her joke once, to James, as she had invited him to touch the roadmap of blue veins on her inner arm. That had enraged Lyle—the sudden, unwelcome image of James with those long creamy legs locked over his waist, his long, slow thrusts.
Because he restrained himself from ogling her in class, it was a pleasure to come to O’Flaherty’s during her shifts and watch her as she worked. Darby was not the first of what Lyle thought of as his “favorites”. Every year or two there was a fresh, irresistible young thing, for him to think about, alone, late at night. One of the unspoken perks of professordom was the constant influx of eye-candy, of short skirts and long legs and high asses and pert young tits. In his mind’s eye it was an endless profusion of imagined aureoles, of wondering about their panties—boy-briefs or frilly little whatsits or g-strings or none at all—and even if Lyle never slept with them there was an intense eroticism in holding power over these girls he could never have bedded in his own college years. In pushing that term paper over the failing line and waiting, deliciously waiting, for them to come to his office hour and plead. Only Darby’s work was reasonably competent, so even that grimy thrill was denied him.
Darby finished up with the register and came over, the pale of her neck stark against her tight black t-shirt. O’FLAHERTY’S was printed on it in green, the name stretched to accommodate her bust. Her hair frazzled at the temples; she’d been working hard.
Just a little dirty, that’s how I like you, he thought.
“Dr. L! We missed you today, thought maybe you caught the gunk. You all right?” Darby beamed her big smile at him, a gift of the gods (and of immaculate orthodontics).
“I’m fine, Darby, thanks. Just a communication mix-up. I’m sorry you all waited.”
She kept smiling, seemed to be waiting for more. He didn’t give it to her.
“Well—can I get you anything?”
Lyle hesitated, trying to think of a manly drink, something urbane and—professorial.
“Scotch-rocks. A double.”
Darby continued to stare at him, expectantly. “Any… particular poison, or-?”
Lyle glanced up, made a show of studying the bottles arrayed behind her. He knew nothing about scotch. Stupid. He settled on Johnnie Walker Black, and Darby poured his drink.
Lyle realized his heart was racing. Darby set the drink in front of him and he downed half of it in one swallow. He managed to keep his face neutral as the liquor seared his throat.
“This is a—little bit of a departure, for you, huh?” Darby indicated the scotch.
She must have known he heard her but she raised her voice anyway. The music had changed to a British pop group with a lot of electronic undertones, trying to sound haunting.
“The scotch,” she said. “Don’t you always order lemon drop martinis? When you come in?”
Busted. Two bright red circles appeared high on his cheeks.
“You know, it, it depends,” he replied. “Depends on my mood. And you—you make a hell of a lemon drop martini, here.”
Fucking idiot, he thought. They make the same Goddamn lemon drop martini as everybody else and she knows it.
Darby was smooth, though. Graceful. She rolled right past it. “I wondered why you never came over and said hi.”
“Well I don’t want to, you know, be a bother. You’re working. It’s always busy. And I’ve been coming here for years, off and on. You get used to seeing students out on the town. I try to give them their space.”
“Oh.” Her smile reappeared. “Well I’m glad you came over. Let me know if I can get you anything else?” She was already angling away.
“How was class today?” Lyle didn’t want to let her go. She glanced down the bar, she had customers waiting.
“It was great, really great,” she hurried her answer. She was giving him the brush-off. “James did great. He’s an awesome teacher. Awesome guy.”
“You know, I’d been meaning to ask you, about James…” Lyle leaned in, conspiratorially. Darby’s smile was faltering, but courtesy won out and she leaned in to hear.
“Are you fucking him?”
Darby recoiled, as though he had spit on her.
“Do you laugh at me, when you do it? When you fuck, do you laugh at the scabby, horn-dog professor?”
Darby’s breath hitched in her chest, she looked like she was about to cry. She took a step back. She looked down the bar, and then past him—toward the door.
Bouncer, he thought. She’s looking for the bouncer.
“I think you need to—” she began.
Then Lyle said the Word. The alien Word, meant to be moaned, easy as pie, really, when you thought about it, how the sounds flowed together. The Word that meant libido.
Darby froze. Her pupils flickered, Lyle saw, they constricted down to pinpricks, and then dilated as wide as they could go, swallowing the puppy-dog brown of her irises. Her face went slack. That wide, expensive smile vanished, and her mouth hung slightly open.
“Moisten your lips, Darby,” he said.
Her tongue slid out, pink and supple, and she obeyed.
Oh, my God, she OBEYED.
Lyle’s penis twitched in his pants, he realized he was painfully erect, his balls aching. He realized he had been, had been since—since I said the Word—since he had her and a cruel, savage sense of triumph shook him, he felt his pulse hammering in his veins, he felt like standing up on the bar and—
ROARING I want to ROAR at this dewy twat and all her imbecilic peers—
But instead, he took his cock firmly in his hand, through the cheap fabric of his Ross trousers, squeezed himself, and said—
“What are we going to do with you, Darby?”
Lyle fucked her in the alleyway behind O’Flaherty’s. That meant hurrying more than he liked, the dumpster provided cover but the blocks surrounding the campus were too well policed. It was all right, though. Now that he was armed with the libido-Word, the next time could be more leisurely.
He took her in. All of her. The small, surprisingly dark nipples, nothing like he’d imagined. The fine, black hairs on the nape of her neck, the peach fuzz of her freckled low back, her inner thighs. Her panties were white briefs with green stitching, they were covered with tiny frogs. He tugged them down, and nuzzled her there. He left hickeys, on her ass, her mons. Her smooth, exquisite young cunt.
Lyle took her from behind and saw the groggy confusion in her dilated eyes, the amazement*—*and through that the pleasure, the unsuspected, unwanted, violating pleasure that jolted moans out of her.
Lyle sucked her neck, bit it, hard enough to sting. She gave a tiny mewl as she came, and her spasm triggered him also. Lyle buried himself to the hilt in her, finished in her, and felt—
Like a king. Like a GOD.
They stayed there as the minutes stretched out, panting, still joined. He savored her, until his own tumescence vanished, and he slipped out. Lyle patted her derriere.
“Get dressed and get back to work, Darby,” he said. “We don’t want you to get in trouble.”
She jerked her head, drunkenly, from side to side, as though she were trying to shake water out of her ears. Lyle breathed deep, in through his nose, the fine scents of the city. Fried food nearby, probably the Thai joint catty-corner to the pub. He stood and admired, as Darby tugged her frog-panties back up those long pale legs.
“I’ll see you in class.”
Darby stared blankly at him as he took up his suitcase, turned, and strode into the night.
When Lyle opened his eyes the next morning, he was only mildly surprised to discover that he felt no guilt at all. The sun streamed in, the world was up and running, coffee was calling, and by God he felt fine.
He sat up in bed, stretched. He glanced at the alarm clock, that hateful sentinel, now toothless—10:27AM. The mattress was bare, beneath him. He’d never washed the sheets. Puddled on the floor were yesterday’s clothes. He resisted the urge to tidy them up. Later. He padded to the bathroom and went about his ablutions, brushed his teeth, took out his shaving kit. He had used the sleep-Word on himself again, last night. After.
After! He let the memories wash over him. Her smell: the tang of sweat, bar-odors, the undercurrent of peach soap. The taste of her! And then the feast, afterward. He had followed his nose to Great Elephant Thai, wolfed down a plate of kai thot, fried to a crisp and dripping oil*.* It may have been the finest meal of his life.
And he had had such dreams! Dreams of Darby, and of favorites past. Dreams of fucking and of wealth and of slights avenged and of respectful, deferential looks, dreams of voices falling silent when he entered a room, of every eye on him. A song lyric drifted into his head, something from his childhood, a favorite of his father’s one long summer, repeated ad nauseam on the fourteen-hour drive down to Savannah.
Twenty years a’crawlin’… were bottled up in Tommy… he wasn’t holding nothin’ back, he let ‘em have it all…” Lyle sang, full voice, into the morning. A stupid grin spread over his face, as he wicked away the last patch of Barbasol, the careful spot right over his Adam’s apple, and rinsed his razor. He took a long look at Mirror-Lyle, looked into his eyes. He almost always avoided a close examination of his reflection, force of habit, but today he was a new man, and he wanted to take that man’s measure.
Everyone… considered him… THE COWARD OOOF… the COUNTYYYY…”
Something else surfaced, then, in his memory, something that cranked the wattage down on his smile. He didn’t get all of it, just a glimpse, like a dorsal fin rising above the water. He had dreamed of more than power and sex. There had been something else. Lyle had a vague red recollection of tangled depths and faceless figures. His mind offered up a fleeting image of a crumbling stone structure, of keening wind and squat pillars; and of a great broken vault overhead, through which could be seen a blasted sky.
Lyle charged his phone as he brewed up a fresh pot. It had run out of juice somewhere during yesterday’s festivities, and when it finally powered up again it began to vibrate against the Formica tabletop in his dining nook. He ignored the first two pulses, but the phone insistently continued, not with the regular rhythm of an incoming call, but rather the inconsistent bursts of message notifications trickling in from the cloud. He tapped the touchscreen, and saw he had seven missed calls: one from a colleague, yesterday; and six from James, each one with a voicemail attached. The most recent of these had come just twenty minutes ago.
Lyle sipped on his coffee as he retrieved the briefcase from beneath his bed. He sat at his dinette and removed the fascicle, easily finding the rigid page. He opened it, and this time the new Word was waiting for him below the first, long entry: the entry corresponding to the letter “A” itself. This Word was angry, Ks and Zs, a hornet-word, serpent-word. Lyle looked to the white space, where the definition would arise. He pricked his forefinger with the tip of a steak knife and squeezed out two droplets of blood.
der zorn
Lyle sipped. Lyle thought. Greek, then Latin, now German. Was it moving forward in time? He wondered again about those first shapes he had seen, in the library. The more he tried to remember the more he doubted they had been in Greek. Something older, maybe. Phoenician syllabary? He would likely never know. But the Words were changing. The book was changing.
And there was this: both of the—*spells, they’re spells, let’s cut the shit—*both of the Words it had given him so far had been…
“Intuitive,” he said finally. “Useful. Like it knew.”
Lyle took down the last foil sleeve of blueberry Pop Tarts from his cupboard. Pauper’s breakfast, he thought, but not for much longer. He searched through his contacts until he found the number for the Chancellor’s office. He thumbed the little blue phone icon beside it.
Lyle had just started boxing up his things when James burst into his office, perfectly symmetrical face distorted by fury, his generous features made ugly. Ah, the righteousness of youth. James took in the dense sheaf of Staples boxes, waiting to be folded; took in the bare walls, the stacked diplomas and photographs.
“What the fuck is this?” he demanded.
“Emergency leave,” Lyle answered with a dismissive wave. “I’ve had a family crisis. I’m afraid I have to attend to it. Professor Chole will be taking over my workload for the remainder of the semester, I’m sure she’ll be in touch—"
“What did you do to Darby? What the fuck did you do?” James spoke with the husky, quaking tone of pure adrenaline. He was just barely restraining himself from lunging across the desk, Lyle realized. He took the younger man in with bemused calm. He let the moment stretch out.
“Therese called me,” James continued, the words throttling out of him. “Darby’s roommate. She came home last night, she has—bruises, all over her, little, little *bites—*she won’t speak, she just sits there and cries, but she said your name. It’s the only thing she said. What did you do to her, Lyle? Did you rape her?”
“Dr. Hereford,” Lyle replied.
James craned forward. “What?”
*“*You don’t get to call me Lyle.”
Lower, now, almost a whisper: “Tell me what you did to her.”
“I made her come,” Lyle said. “And she fucking loved it.
James did lunge then, he screamed and he leapt across the desk, coming down on Lyle in a tangle of thrashing limbs and rabbit punches, the two of them toppling Lyle’s chair, compressing awkwardly into the tight space between desk and wall. James kicked hard off of the gray metal drawers, managing to end up on top. His hands found Lyle’s throat and began to squeeze. Lyle felt himself constricting, felt the energy draining out of him, pinned, as he lost oxygen. He noticed the curds of spittle at the corners of James’s snarling mouth. He started to see spots in the periphery of his vision, and as he slapped ineffectually at James’s face he thought am I going to die here—?
Lyle dug down for the last of his strength. The Word chose me. This wasn’t the end. Couldn’t be the end. He extended his leg as far as it would go, and used the distance to drive his knee, hard, into James’s crotch. A grunting exhale was propelled out of the younger man*.* Lyle pulled back to do it again; James squeezed his thighs together to block, and when he did, he compromised his balance. He took one hand off Lyle’s throat and thrust out his arm to catch himself as be began to roll, allowing Lyle to draw in a long, ragged breath.
Then Lyle spoke the Word.
The der zorn-Word.
The word that meant anger, that meant rage, that meant WRATH.
“Son. Son, you’re bleeding, let me—let me help you, come on. Son, it’s gonna be okay, come on, now— “
The campus policeman approaches James like a dog that might be rabid, that slow hunched posture with arms wide, except for the policeman it’s only one arm because his right hand is flush up against his service weapon and his thumb snaps the little thumbsnap and it’s a very small noise but it’s so loud in James’s head and he shakes it, his head, does James, from side to side, in herks and jerks, like a dog that might be rabid, now, like there’s water in his ears and he’s trying to shake it out, is James, and the policeman is coming on and speaking in clear precise syllables that explode behind James’s temples, clusterbomb-words, and the cop is speaking but he’s hearing another voice, is James, and it’s Lyle’s voice, it’s Dr. L’s voice, not Lyle never Lyle, and Dr. L’s voice is saying snakebit you’re snakebit she fucking LOVED it and James touches his own face now and it must be true because there’s blood on his face and when he blinks his blink is heavy and liquid like he just dropped Visine in there but the thing is but only but except it’s blood and he’s bleeding from the eyes, is James, and now the policeman is right on top of him saying “son what happened can you hear me respond if you can hear me” and James hears the exploding words all right and he blinks and blood oozes from the corners of his eyes and the cop is changing now, in the blood, his face is BOILING and now it’s Darby’s face on the policeman and she opens her mouth and her head cranes back and she’s ruined inside OH FUCK SHE’S RUINED INSIDE SHOT HERSELF SHE SHOT HERSELF SHE’S SHOT and now it’s DR L IT’S DR L SCREAMING SNAKEBIT SNAKEBIT SNAKEBIT—
James rears back and head-butts the campus cop as hard as he can, the smooth acne-less center of James’s forehead connecting with the soft cartilage of the policeman’s nose. A sick crunch echoes in the lobby of the Humanities building, a young woman close enough to hear it vomits on the floor, it is the first puking incident of the day but not the last.
The cop recoils with a sick moan, in his surprise clapping his hands to his shattered nose; in that moment James bellows, an awful inarticulate animal sound of hate, and yanks the policeman’s service piece free of his holster.
The handful of rubbernecking students freeze as James shoots the policeman in the face.
The policeman’s name is (was) Lou, the students know, and he is (was) genial and well-liked. A silent second passes in the lobby, and then the screaming begins.
James dips down and pulls two spare clips out of Lou’s belt. He pockets them. When James looks up, he doesn’t see fleeing students.
He sees Dr. L.
A gaggle of Dr. L’s. A school, a clutch, a murder. He sees laughing Dr. L’s running in every direction, diving behind furniture, breaking for the street or hurtling into the stairwells. One Dr. L dives behind the reception desk. James starts after him on wooden legs.
When he reaches the desk, there is Dr. L beneath it, a cell phone in his hand, cackling. James shoots him in the stomach. Dr. L keeps right on laughing, howling with it now, whatever it is must be hilarious, a real knee-slapper, then James remembers its him, Dr. L is laughing at him so James shoots him again, shoots him so he’ll stop but there are so many more
Lyle Hereford, Ph.D., rested his browning forearms on the wrought iron railing of his third-floor balcony. He looked out over the Gulf of Mexico. The breeze was warm and gentle, suffusing, but it no longer calmed him. He took no notice of it. He was lost, as he was always now lost, in thought.
The one, lone thought.
It had taken a little less than two weeks for James’s horrific shooting spree to drop out of the news. The demands for GUN CONTROL NOW (or, conversely, for guns in every classroom) receded and were shelved for the next go-round. Politicians took to the field and unfurled their heraldry for the usual pro-forma skirmishes. Then, mercifully, a Cabinet official fucked somebody he really shouldn’t have and the national discourse (such as it was) barreled off, like a dog chasing a ball that its owner had only pretended to throw. As to why a handsome, popular, well-adjusted student should suddenly snap and murder sixteen of his fellows? The theories ranged from medically reasonable (an inoperable tumor which could not be verified via autopsy, as James’s brains had been removed by the responding tactical unit); to the paranoiac (James had been the subject of a Manchurian Candidate-style CIA/NSA/Acronym-of-your-choice experiment gone horribly wrong); to the Occult (the Devil made him do it).
Lyle had enjoyed that last one.
What Lyle had not enjoyed was that some of the conspiracy theorists, and even some of the legitimate press, had mentioned him by name. He had disappeared, after all, on an auspicious and chaotic day, to manage a crisis no one could verify involving a family no one could find. It had not been difficult to remain ahead of any enterprising investigators, though. Not with the Words.
And there had been so many more Words. Words in French and Finnish and Russian and Spanish and Mandarin. Words that meant envy and silence and fear and blindness and, perhaps the most potent yet, a Word that meant stupid. Lyle had employed that one against a statie who pulled him over as he crossed the Louisiana line, coming through Vicksburg. The guy had been six-two, maybe two-twenty, with sharp, curious eyes sunk deep in his skull. Lyle hadn’t liked the way he had looked at him, so he used the Word. Now the statie—*Edmonds was his name, Trooper Edmonds—*was six-two, two-twenty of drooling simpleton, probably staring at a wall somewhere in the nearest brain injury ward and driving the resident neurologists absolutely bugshit.
By the time Lyle made it to a quiet, lazy town on the Cajun Riviera and decided to set a spell, he had traded in his Acura for a Beemer and was carrying close to a hundred and twelve thousand dollars in cash. He had also acquired a 9mm Ruger and a shotgun with a pistol grip (the dealer had called it a snake charmer just before Lyle killed him).
None of that matters now, though.
All that mattered was the Word. Which, he had come to realize, was the last Word.
Because the book was alive, of course, had always been alive, Lyle knew that. Hadn’t let himself come right out and say it, but he knew. It had slept, maybe, possibly, until he woke it, with his touch, with his blood, but if it slept, it woke up thirsty*.* The book was always ready with the next Word, the next thing he would need. The book was collaborating with him. It was dancing with him, and at first he had thought he was the one leading, but now he knew better.
Lyle felt it. Felt it—pulling on him. All the time. Felt it in the room behind him, pulling, knew that he would go back in, sooner or later, go back in, and open the book, the book that has been leading him. Knew that he would open its hundreds of pages, because it was longer now, because it had grown, because it was three inches thick and the front plating had vanished and it wasn’t pretending to be a dictionary anymore.
He knew that he would open it and on every single page, centered, would be a single Word, the last Word, the Word that he will say, that he must say, sooner or later, and under it swirling in blood, blood that must be the book’s own, the final explication, the final command, the final meaning, and God, oh God, Lyle was afraid, because the last Word was
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2023.05.31 22:50 yvesfairies TO DO X TXT filming locations that look like backrooms levels

much like many other kpop groups nowadays, the boys of txt have a personal variety show called TO DO, wherein they embark on various missions and side quests. the show is very funny and while i do recommend watching it, i also feel inclined to warn you all of the sheer number of episodes that were filmed in frankly nauseating liminal spaces. so, without further ado, it is my honour and my duty to present to you

An Extensive List of TO DO Filming Locations That Look Like Backrooms Levels

that's all for now! feel free to plug even more kpop idol-liminal space content in the comments hehe
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2023.05.31 19:03 LawrenceStatistics Updated Lawrence Unemployment Figures released May 31, 2023

Official unemployment figures for the Lawrence economy were updated today. Numbers for March have been finalized and preliminary figures for April have now been made available.
The unemployment rate fell to 2.9% in March. 278 positions were added, with only 233 workers entering the labor force causing the unemployment rate decrease. The overall Nonfarm Payrolls figure did not change significantly. No individual sector saw significant employment changes.
April (preliminary)
The unemployment rate fell to 2.6% in April. 430 positions were added, with only 195 workers entering the labor force causing the unemployment rate decrease. Nonfarm payrolls increased by 500. No individual sector saw significant employment changes.
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2023.05.31 18:15 UserFriendlyDopeStar Team Sleep flyer from 2005

Team Sleep flyer from 2005
Just found this old Team Sleep flyer from a 2005 show at The Bottleneck in Lawrence, KS today in a box of stuff. Great show and super small club
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