Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: fediverse/4264 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── one of my favorite states of mind is being half asleep and hanging out with my cat. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4266 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── whoops, forgot to post these all at once last night. Here ya go ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4267 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: │ │ spirituality-mentioned-governments-mentioned-oh-also-existential-peril-exampled │ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ picture this: the governments of the world knew that a world-ending comet was approaching, and they didn't tell anyone else who was on the earth. it was made out of ice and it was 2x the size of the moon, and somehow through random chance it just decided to visit our part of the solar system so they decided to test and see if god exists by not telling anyone and seeing if anyone would save us rather than risk the potential capability to prove without a doubt that a god did truly exist, (essentially, invoking divine intervention) they chose to work out a technical or otherwise humanly possible way of avoiding harm. in this case (or as some call it, meta-confluential scenario), by sacrificing themselves for a larger goal, they altered the course of the naturally occuring narrative. this implies choice. which all humans have, but is now confirmed for all time. okay moving on, in sector Z quadrant 2048 there's a species that's~ ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4268 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── extra-dimensional beings can use neutrinos to align particles to slowly mass predict stories of our kind. or maybe just a bit of godlike power, when arranged over hundreds of millions of years, all wielding determinism to create the present. A non-free-will civilization could bootstrap non-determinism by creating a dyson sphere with a few planets in the center. Then, just throw a zillion perfectly aimed neutrinos at it using time-magic to determine what should go where. BOOM free instant civilized lifeforms. Well, "instant" because it takes millions of years to form, but hey! the experiment was a success! Humans believe in things abstractly! Can you believe that. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4269 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── I hear drums in my dreams. Like a vast stampede, we with our pink and blue-green do proceed. Bannermen to inspire the fight, heroes and saviors who run to the plight, but bound as we are by our biology and the fact that humanity is typically pretty cis-neuro-typical, means no struggles are won with the battle drums of a roving band of twinks and crossdressers. when I think of parades to be proud of, I think of rolling wagon wheels of steel, affixed to a train-like-motorcart, strong in conviction and vibrant in our strength, from the back of which we do proclaim: "Nazi punks fuck off" I think of the feathers in the hair of those who dance in defiance of the light of the moon, warm and replete in the bonfire's radiance. I think of this vast and beautiful land, the land which I cherish above all else for it is the land of my home. I think of a war tribe, wandering like bandits but kind to our own kind, with endless colors and sparkles abound. The war tribe of solid clouds and the miracle horned rainbow pony ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4270 ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┐ ║ tips for escaping a fey dimension: │ ║ │ ║ if you notice one, find some rope and a way to secure it. then, search for the │ ║ edge of the anomalous area, and feel where the first indication is that │ ║ something is "fey" or "other" than what you're used to. │ ║ │ ║ then, circle around the strange object in question, and try to find the exact │ ║ opposite side. keep in mind it may not be an exact circle, and it may be more │ ║ twisty-windy on the inside. You don't have to go too far, just enough to close │ ║ the purse-snap-close-locket by finding the other edge and dragging your rope │ ║ across. │ ║ │ ║ because from a rope, you can develop other platforms and emplacement-ologies, │ ║ which may be used to close and secure the strange place that you found. │ ║ │ ║ once on the other side, you can secure your rope and then search for your │ ║ superiors. Keep in mind that if it's a chaotic dimension, it's probably best to │ ║ just keep it closed. but if it's musing or wistful, you can have little │ ║ interactions on the border. │ ║ │ ║ also, you can dive in to rescue your kin, if secured. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4271 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────┐ │ CW: capitalism-mentioned │ └──────────────────────────┘ if control of a company (or other component or factor of an economy) is not sufficiently distributed, political biases may slip in to decisionmaking. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ |