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The one year anniversary of lockdown in NY was approaching with no end in sight. I had grown accustomed to the loneliness and dehumanization of the hell factory I worked at, as well as to my social excommunication and shunning. I expected to be fired any day but I still had months to go. All major apps and websites had a fact check box on its front page with the newest narrative of the day, and \"insurrectionist terrorism\" joined \"deadly virus\" narratives 2 months earlier. Dissent had been completely crushed as the manhunts and arrests of those who were merely [i]in attendance[/i] in January amplified. The media demanded the public assist with the facial recognition of their coworkers, friends, relatives, even parents who had merely attended. Questioning the narrative was out of the question, and people who were already silenced were beginning to be arrested and disappeared. We were threatened to speak about lockdown as \"two sides\" and you had to pick \"the side who trusts the [i]*waves hand vaguely*[/i] 'experts'.\" To be an outsider or even \"undecided\" was declared to be equal to \"a terrorist insurrection\" as well as a, \"superspreader bioweapon.\" By this point in time, I had already noticed the gold-fringe on the flag and that the date on the seal was not the original. Treason has the penalty of death! \n\nSomething that no one wanted was just starting to be marketed as though we were fighting each other to get it, a complete inversion from the previous narrative, \"I'm never letting Trump inject me with bleach.\" I knew the end of my FA gallery was coming soon, hostility had increased towards me as \"it\" became \"available,\" for the first time. Trump's deplatforming encouraged an astroturfing movement to deplatform anyone who had ever expressed anything towards Trump short of a death-wish. It was obvious where things were going, I had the numbers and the deadline dates assigned to me irl at work. Everything was leading up to a \"mandate\" designed to starve us out and bar us from any remaining part of society we could still participate in. In March, 2021 when I drew the artwork, I didn't know exactly when it was going to happen, just soon. Surely the ideological purge would happen before my work's project deadline (Q2-Q3 2022) could be met. But, as a dumb gay furry, I wanted to be visible when it was happening to me, and that spurred my creativity. My gallery was surely \"on the list\" so I had to make use of what time I had left to be as productive and visible as possible for when my time came. My primarily drive was that I felt that I had a moral and spiritual obligation to warn people, and that God had placed me in my irl work position for a reason. If there were no hope, their propaganda wouldn't be necessary.\n\nRegarding my signature, I kept the siggy simple with eraser cutz and opacity layering. Lilacs were only an anticipation at this time in March, but they'll flower even if President Faceless-Shadow-Government them-selves makes some \"mandate\" saying that it's against the law for lilacs to bloom. Texas ended lockdown and dropped the mask mandate the week this artwork was drawn, but even if everything ended then, it was already too late to forgive and forget as extreme damage had already been done. Of course, lockdown couldn't end before the election, \"the virus\" was too conveniently \"dangerous\" for that. Where I was located in NY was going to be hell on earth for as long as possible, and this would be proven true later in the year when \"passports\" became necessary for things like attending a gay bar, or going to a concert or sports event, and in order to continue working the same job I had been working for the entire lockdown in person, or to be hired for any other job or even to travel. At the time I drew this art, I knew the mandate was coming, but not knowing \"when\" was eating me alive. I expected to lose everything, my bank account, my car, my career, perhaps even my freedom (prison) or even my life... I was preparing to go on the run. When I got socially excommunicated the first months of lockdown, I completely disappeared from all irl connections, moving house and changing vehicle. Friendly associates from before lockdown had become liabilities at best, and ex post facto doesn't apply to this sort of circumstance, I had said too much.\n\n-----------------\n\nThe sharpness and edge of winter softens with spring. It in is these transitional states that the activities of winter transform into the activities of spring. Hibernation, stockpiling, rationing, organization, judgement all turns to dance and song and farm and harvest. Nature itself is re-awakened and sounds of life fill the stillness of the winter air. But a part of winter stays with you, reminding you that if you don't prepare or leave, that you will die in the cold and dark. \n\nLast summer, the repression of the previous 3 years exploded outwards and I was finally able to attend Dead Tour. This summer, they aren't in town around here. I also have an extreme sense of dread concerning the later fall season of 2024. It appears that the establishment's political strategy for this cycle is to win by forcing \"the opposition\" to spend all of their time and effort in a courtroom with Double Jeopardy show trials. I guess the idea is to use the judicial branch of the government as a weapon to prevent campaigning, to force controlled public appearances, to manage his image, and to distract from any possible public concerns regarding the lack of a \"debate.\" Obviously, I do not expect there to be any debates at all, just another lockdown or even a war with a draft if their show-trial strategy backfires. It has never been more important not to take any \"sides\" that the media presents as the only options. I recommend not watching any mainstream media or clicking any links with mainstream narratives at all, especially the ones that the \"algorithm\" (hand selection) promotes most heavily. Obtain a dopamine hit from not clicking it.\n\n-----------------\n\nSpring is basically my mating season, something ramps up my sexuality and sends me into sexual overdrive. It has an effect on softening my ego in this season. I felt a strong urge to type all this sort of as a way to take a \"snapshot\" of my late-winter mindset, focus and thought processes, as today feels like the first day of spring. I admit that I am venting, but I'm trying to be as objective and accurate as I possibly can despite these intense emotions. My art brings me back to the mindset I was in when I made it. I wasn't allowed to work from home. I couldn't travel or participate in society in 2021-2022 due to lack of \"passport.\" It wasn't all hopeless, but the loneliness and isolation and shunning and extreme work hours all took their toll. I had basically no time for fun and if I was drawing I wouldn't be getting sleep, but I still managed to produce art prolifically in that period. My life felt like it was over. I had made the decision that I'd rather die than lose my freedom and live in a \"New Normal\" society that does such things. Gone were my hopes of living off my art, gone were my hopes of ever doing furry stuff irl, gone were the concerts and festivals that gave me life and will to live and ended my depressive younger years. My goals had shifted to staying alive and free at all costs, even if it meant a lonely life on the run in a foreign land, and to use what little money I was making to invest in things that can't be taken away from me, especially things that generate some kind of value.\n\nThinking of that period still stresses me out. Maybe if I was paid bribes by the government and got to sit around all day and draw at home and still get paid, I would have been more cooperative. Instead, it felt like I was being thrust into making decisions that have serious implications for the very future of Man itself, and across the entire known world. 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Art is from 2:49am on Sunday, March 7th, 2021.  The one year anniversary of lockdown in NY was approaching with no end in sight.  I had grown accustomed to the loneliness and dehumanization of the hell factory I worked at, as well as to my social excommunication and shunning.  I expected to be fired any day but I still had months to go.  All major apps and websites had a fact check box on its front page with the newest narrative of the day, and "insurrectionist terrorism" joined "deadly virus" narratives 2 months earlier.  Dissent had been completely crushed as the manhunts and arrests of those who were merely in attendance in January amplified.  The media demanded the public assist with the facial recognition of their coworkers, friends, relatives, even parents who had merely attended.  Questioning the narrative was out of the question, and people who were already silenced were beginning to be arrested and disappeared.  We were threatened to speak about lockdown as "two sides" and you had to pick "the side who trusts the *waves hand vaguely* 'experts'."  To be an outsider or even "undecided" was declared to be equal to "a terrorist insurrection" as well as a, "superspreader bioweapon."  By this point in time, I had already noticed the gold-fringe on the flag and that the date on the seal was not the original.  Treason has the penalty of death!  

Something that no one wanted was just starting to be marketed as though we were fighting each other to get it, a complete inversion from the previous narrative, "I'm never letting Trump inject me with bleach."  I knew the end of my FA gallery was coming soon, hostility had increased towards me as "it" became "available," for the first time.  Trump's deplatforming encouraged an astroturfing movement to deplatform anyone who had ever expressed anything towards Trump short of a death-wish.  It was obvious where things were going, I had the numbers and the deadline dates assigned to me irl at work.  Everything was leading up to a "mandate" designed to starve us out and bar us from any remaining part of society we could still participate in.  In March, 2021 when I drew the artwork, I didn't know exactly when it was going to happen, just soon.  Surely the ideological purge would happen before my work's project deadline (Q2-Q3 2022) could be met.  But, as a dumb gay furry, I wanted to be visible when it was happening to me, and that spurred my creativity.  My gallery was surely "on the list" so I had to make use of what time I had left to be as productive and visible as possible for when my time came.  My primarily drive was that I felt that I had a moral and spiritual obligation to warn people, and that God had placed me in my irl work position for a reason.  If there were no hope, their propaganda wouldn't be necessary.

Regarding my signature, I kept the siggy simple with eraser cutz and opacity layering.  Lilacs were only an anticipation at this time in March, but they'll flower even if President Faceless-Shadow-Government them-selves makes some "mandate" saying that it's against the law for lilacs to bloom.  Texas ended lockdown and dropped the mask mandate the week this artwork was drawn, but even if everything ended then, it was already too late to forgive and forget as extreme damage had already been done.  Of course, lockdown couldn't end before the election, "the virus" was too conveniently "dangerous" for that.  Where I was located in NY was going to be hell on earth for as long as possible, and this would be proven true later in the year when "passports" became necessary for things like attending a gay bar, or going to a concert or sports event, and in order to continue working the same job I had been working for the entire lockdown in person, or to be hired for any other job or even to travel.  At the time I drew this art, I knew the mandate was coming, but not knowing "when" was eating me alive.  I expected to lose everything, my bank account, my car, my career, perhaps even my freedom (prison) or even my life...  I was preparing to go on the run.  When I got socially excommunicated the first months of lockdown, I completely disappeared from all irl connections, moving house and changing vehicle.  Friendly associates from before lockdown had become liabilities at best, and ex post facto doesn't apply to this sort of circumstance, I had said too much.

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The sharpness and edge of winter softens with spring.  It in is these transitional states that the activities of winter transform into the activities of spring.  Hibernation, stockpiling, rationing, organization, judgement all turns to dance and song and farm and harvest.  Nature itself is re-awakened and sounds of life fill the stillness of the winter air.  But a part of winter stays with you, reminding you that if you don't prepare or leave, that you will die in the cold and dark.  

Last summer, the repression of the previous 3 years exploded outwards and I was finally able to attend Dead Tour.  This summer, they aren't in town around here.  I also have an extreme sense of dread concerning the later fall season of 2024.  It appears that the establishment's political strategy for this cycle is to win by forcing "the opposition" to spend all of their time and effort in a courtroom with Double Jeopardy show trials.  I guess the idea is to use the judicial branch of the government as a weapon to prevent campaigning, to force controlled public appearances, to manage his image, and to distract from any possible public concerns regarding the lack of a "debate."  Obviously, I do not expect there to be any debates at all, just another lockdown or even a war with a draft if their show-trial strategy backfires.  It has never been more important not to take any "sides" that the media presents as the only options.  I recommend not watching any mainstream media or clicking any links with mainstream narratives at all, especially the ones that the "algorithm" (hand selection) promotes most heavily.  Obtain a dopamine hit from not clicking it.

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Spring is basically my mating season, something ramps up my sexuality and sends me into sexual overdrive.  It has an effect on softening my ego in this season.  I felt a strong urge to type all this sort of as a way to take a "snapshot" of my late-winter mindset, focus and thought processes, as today feels like the first day of spring.  I admit that I am venting, but I'm trying to be as objective and accurate as I possibly can despite these intense emotions.  My art brings me back to the mindset I was in when I made it.  I wasn't allowed to work from home.  I couldn't travel or participate in society in 2021-2022 due to lack of "passport."  It wasn't all hopeless, but the loneliness and isolation and shunning and extreme work hours all took their toll.  I had basically no time for fun and if I was drawing I wouldn't be getting sleep, but I still managed to produce art prolifically in that period.  My life felt like it was over.  I had made the decision that I'd rather die than lose my freedom and live in a "New Normal" society that does such things.  Gone were my hopes of living off my art, gone were my hopes of ever doing furry stuff irl, gone were the concerts and festivals that gave me life and will to live and ended my depressive younger years.  My goals had shifted to staying alive and free at all costs, even if it meant a lonely life on the run in a foreign land, and to use what little money I was making to invest in things that can't be taken away from me, especially things that generate some kind of value.

Thinking of that period still stresses me out.  Maybe if I was paid bribes by the government and got to sit around all day and draw at home and still get paid, I would have been more cooperative.  Instead, it felt like I was being thrust into making decisions that have serious implications for the very future of Man itself, and across the entire known world.  Some people got paid to have fun at home, the remainder were required to do their work in person, but with the added factor that no one was hiring.  I was paid less per hour during 2020 than the amount paid as emergency stimulus ($20/hour), and I had the taxes automatically deducted from my paycheck (Trump mandated that this not happen in 2020).  The unemployment checks did not have the taxes deducted, and that tax was waived, mine was not.  Of course, if you pay a % of the population with the tax taken from the other %, and force some people to work and others to not work, the design there is to pit the public against one another.

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