Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: fediverse/4718 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── the fact that you have to configure your router in order to do any sort of web-hosting at all is one of the fundamental reasons why the internet looks so lame and corporate. if anyone could download a program and start a gallery style file-server with all their wedding pictures then why the fuck would you need to upload them to imgur? alas, people are too dumb to open ports. plus, every router has a different UI design, so it's not like you can write a guide. What happened to making things as easy as possible for the user? "technical limitations" are failures of imagination. we can do better than gatekeeping. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4719 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── "oh, you want some power in order to save your people? You seem to keep asking for it again and again. Well, here's some power! Go do it!" oh, um... I meant like, magic or something. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4720 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── @user-882 it's a security hole though yeah... there ya go... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4722 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── what if I stayed inside all day and closed my eyes and pretended to be made out of water at least 70% give or take when I take a drink of water, because soda corrodes your insides just a tiny little bit, while water washes away the goop they feed us, grown from polluted fields that never asked for this I yearn for the fantasy of a life unrequited ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4723 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-mention │ └──────────────────────┘ politics is basically just "which politician archetype annoys you more?" which, like, could we maybe have politicians who aren't annoying? oh right they do that on purpose. Makes for a better spectacle. Gotta keep the people in line, or else who knows what they might get up to. Maybe they'll build a house! Maybe they'll tear it down! Maybe they'll throw a party! Maybe they'll stay afterwards to clean up! Maybe they'll grow their own food! Enough for all to share! Maybe they'll air their dirty laundry, out where everyone can hear! Maybe they'll sit around and fart while eating cheetos! Maybe they'll work twice as hard because their work is their own! Maybe they'll laugh at the losers who tried to claim that they could master the fate of an entire domain, and maybe they'll simply go insane. Who can say! None but the fools, surely, surely the system is too arcane, surely our way is better, surely their way is deranged. Oh! Poverty! How it comes for ye, whenever you choose to step out of line ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4725 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── @user-246 teehee ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/4726 ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┐ ║ @user-1731 │ ║ │ ║ stand up, put your hands on your knees. It's about that high. Think about your │ ║ bedroom, or if you're already there think about your kitchen. If you were │ ║ standing in your kitchen and the grass was growing there, it'd peek just over │ ║ the bed, or maybe climb just this far up the cabinets. │ ║ │ ║ it's dark green. Can you see anything dark green around you? It's that color. │ ║ If not, can you remember a dark-green thing? What did it look like? │ ║ │ ║ The very tops, the part by your hand that's on your knee, that's the purple │ ║ part. Just at the tip of the blade, the part that would stab you if the grass │ ║ was a sword, that's the purple bit. Everything else is dark green. │ ║ │ ║ I wonder how it sways in the wind? Does it bend, and whip? What if there's a │ ║ gale? Does it sway back and forth, or is it stiff and shiver like dead leaves │ ║ on a tree? │ ║ │ ║ imagination comes from questions, and the subsequent development of instinctual │ ║ subconscious questions like this. What lies in the gaps? what if we colored │ ║ outside the lines? what more to see? │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┴───────────┘ |