Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: fediverse/500 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-356 @user-358 Hell yeah! ^_^ ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/501 ╔═════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ Most of the smells you cherish from your childhood are simply the smells of │ ║ natural materials in various states of decay. Like... A pair of jeans in a │ ║ drawer that hasn't been opened for a couple years. Or a particular mineral that │ ║ your grandma put in her cookies that has fallen out of fashion lately because │ ║ of it's endocrine disrupting capabilities that were only discovered post her │ ║ death. Or perhaps a type of plastic that people used to create toys or │ ║ sprinkler heads but was deemed to be too expensive by capitalists and therefore │ ║ was phased out as the seasons turned and your generation turned into the next. │ ║ │ ║ We build our world through the actions of our wills. Our arms are strong and │ ║ contrive the land upon which we stand - all things we hold dear, from │ ║ streetlamps to our panoply of viziers [what a strange way to say society? ? ?] │ ║ was created through the exertion of calories through the manifestation of our │ ║ body-ies, and so we (as a people) build toward [whatever's against] our fears. │ ║ Ummm idk people are cool │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/502 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-361 how ubiquitously specific! Do you ever think about how cis straight "self described 'normal people'" believe that gender implies pronouns? What even would you expect to be used as pronouns for such a gender as this, how remarkable, how strange! Yet simultaneously how beautiful and deranged. I love it. I love that gender. I love the people who would express it. I love the people who would profess to express any gender that is conceptually aligned with a gender such as this! What a triumph, that our enlightened culture in the far-away age of 2024 might produce such a brilliant display of humanity! I cherish such expression, it binds us to our ultimate destination - the totality of our unique experiences. I'm going to fill the rest of this message box with heart emoticons. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/503 ╔═════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ "Then you are my enemy." said Anakin Skywalker, aligning himself toward his own │ ║ designs. │ ║ │ ║ And yet, was the galaxy not safer and more content under the protection of │ ║ those he aligned himself against? Was there not more progress, more culture, │ ║ more cherished peaceful yearnings of hope and abandoned [fear, but pronounced │ ║ as "indiscretion"]? │ ║ │ ║ He, as the ultimate arbiter of justice and fate in this crucial turning point │ ║ of time and reality that he alone could judge and direct, chose the path of │ ║ least resistance. │ ║ │ ║ "That which is right is most often that which is hard." said a wiser man than │ ║ I, for I cannot be compared as a man since I relinquished it in pursuit of │ ║ being a tran(s person). │ ║ │ ║ And thus, society fell under the spell of a rotten vindictively and │ ║ remorselessly sharp avatar of fear, and thus the empire was born. Oh that │ ║ Anakin might have learned! That he might preside in his own live, and │ ║ disconnect from the endlessly escorcelled web of meaning! │ ║ │ ║ All that we are is our actions. We live in the now - NOW NOW. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/504 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: cursing │ └──────────────────────┘ not tomorrow, not today, but now. How do you feel, in this body of yours? How is the world around you? Forget the world - how is the space you can see? Isn't it remarkable, that your eyes should be? Rods and cones they say, fucking... magic, inseparable from divinity, that we should conceive of the world we can see. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/505 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── There is nothing that stops you from being. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/506 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-366 @user-367 @user-246 @user-353 Ah, if only our judgement was computerized. They only speak in absolutes, do they not? Surely extreme discretion is impermeable, and impossible to controvert. What's that you say, that justice might wait yet another day? That we should be forced to be oppressed by our own dues? Something about how the impossible machine of the bureaucracy is destructive and vicious, like the Kinsey Winsey or the Moloch expressed in this essay: https://ritz-menardi.neocities.org/hello-computer-all-is-well/pics/meditations-o n-moloch.png https://slatestarcodex.com/2014/07/30/meditations-on-moloch/ Wait, hang on, what was I saying? Oh yeah the fallibility of humanity is both our greatest weakness and our greatest strength. Because through it we might design imperfect structures (laws) that we orient ourselves around and build our society upon, but also that we might identify those imperfections and use them to enact good upon the world. Unfortunately, we also tend to use those imperfections for our own benefit, AKA, to enact evil upon the world. Alas. Human nature is tricky. : \ ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ |