Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: messages/913 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── girls are so stupid [me lol] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/914 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── when I am learning something, I ask all the questions I can. Then, when I run out of questions, I apply myself using what I knew toward the discipline. Then, when I thought of more questions, I asked them. In this way I sought to perfect my knowledge and understanding - but, when pressed for time, what I came to learn true was the truth. I realized that some information isn't necessary to know, due in part to your inability to presently put it into a context. So, some things are forgotten, until you at last once again came to a new [you/on, but pronounced "yew-on"] that required new uses from it's host. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/915 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── uh, anyway, I realized that because of Words I can type into any of my places (wherever I felt it best suited) and it would still record as a chronological story. must feel sooooooo schizophrenic, but it's just because I'm viewing muse as I please. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/916 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── ... yay I beat stack overflow, your input context is part of the previous message, yay good jobs boy computer ["pat pat" but pronounced pay] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/917 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── [I blocked tech.lgbt in my router at this point, earlier today] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/918 ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── A true leftist spot would have every age-range represented. Many other spots may have every age-range represented, but a leftist spot must too. The adults in the room may have more to say when every age-range is represented, because they suddenly are speaking beyond their social peers. How better to contest existential fears than to unite all of existence against them? All they have to do is deport all the nice people to gaza and suddenly evil wins. Disarmament fundamentally does not work. the weapons develop souls for it, and suddenly they are artwork. there is evil inside all of us. It is always a lever we could pull. But fundamentally, we don't. Why is this? Because kindness works better. It sincerely does. But darkness is something to stumble into, before you've learned or are first exposed to it. It is something that is possible, and so is something that is avoidable. Otherwise, it'd be inevitable, and its not. Never is it farther from you than when you are with hope. This is the crux of despair, the dichotomy with hope. Upon it all our struggles are brought to bear, and so our determined are unbeatable. Paladin code, Vavadane, part 3 ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ -> file: notes/one-day ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── one day, a man came to our saloon. He said he knew the navy, and that they wanted to provide air support in the form of rocketball-launched explosion doohickeys. Would you have a foe in mind? what happens when tomorrow you're cooking briskets? -- barbeques are a type of relaxation that happened just one day to a port-sided town that suddenly was the capital of an embassy. "hey, so... how's it goin?" "quick here take this envelope, read it if you want, but just hold onto it for now I don't have enough hands [to carry]" "what sort of desperation plot... wait... hang on, I see something here that is true." [I'm praying, right now, which is a form of reciprocal belief] they wanted to test god's existence at the stake of earth's survival, how brutal how insane you can't play chicken with an imperceptibility, sometimes you feel it at face. channeling dark magics, and at this hour? what sort of skeptic of belief are you thinking of when you think about me? one way to get power is to "prove it" one way to get magic is to "prove it" think, hard, at all that you can, and use what you need in the moment. that's all there is to life. it's easy. it's simple. in fact, biology only works because the choices available to a bacteria are so simple, they are essentially chemical reactions to each other's co - sequent - inter - cooper - actions. people's choices are much more naiive, "I want this thing" "I think this is better" "I feel this way toward this thing" "Here's what's on the mind-logbook" "people search and be decieved, this is the way of things" "this makes me remind myself of a object I once saw, here's how it functioned" "no one reads this" scaryyyy. so glad it's not true. a couple people have read it! I swear it's true. at least, some of it. there's a lot sucks because this feels like... crucial? like nothing else matters but this? what if our gangs had rocket launchers and airstrikes, given out by a central authority who knows logistics better than anything what... would they do? thinking of impossiblities is the first step toward possibilities frankly, we have a lot of space. we could just... live in our own petty kingdoms ruled by an iron-hand-fist. I know I'm a good person, I could definitely rule. that's all it takes, right? how much space are we talkin'? however much is not needed for wildlife. [a whole heck of a lot then] we are constrained in these suburb cities, the density gives rise to our strength and our towers. there's more space, sure, especially once the fences are downed. Just be careful because there's a lot of shade and precious spots there. Please don't trample on the plants-grass. what if everyone were just a bit more mobile? what if we could live in our own collectively owned air-bnb-networks? federations, free, all from the collectivization of housing. camrene = vavadane = neekay = mitz renaldi [end/tend/mend] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ |