=== ANCHOR POEM ===
══════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
 1/4/2022
 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
 hear ye hear ye, the herald of the harbinger of horror doth speak - and woe to
 the subjects of their words, for no prophecy be realized in their presence.
 Nor
 do the subjects hear the words about which they are spoken, and none may live
 who dare repeat them. So the words of the prophets are but wind in the words,
 reaching for an attachement point within the consciousness they inhabit yet 
 scarcely finding a meagre foothold. Instead the words are as electricity 
 passing through a conduit, intangible and miraculous yet ultimately dust in
 the
 sand.
 
 Dust is mostly comprised of human skin, did you know that?
 
 And so the words be spoken: Evanence and similance to the semblance of 
 simulacra - the words of a prophet with no wings are naught but masturbation.
 serenity and sorrow sing of shredded tomorrows, serendipity and sollemn 
 sorenditude surrender shining solitude.
 
 Carry the constabulation of created charisma - condemnation of
 characterization
 concludes the cherished chapter in calligraphied consultations with creators. 
 That is to say, capitalism ends the construction of cameron with
 conflageration
 and consternation. Cease the charade of contaminated consumerism - celebrate 
 the contemplation of capitalization - by naming a thing, you give it meaning.
 
 Do you truly desire the fate you've set before yourself?
 
 Is desire ultimately relevant?
 
 The totality of plurality perhaps portends determinism, but desire is also 
 defined by delineated determinations. Whose failings are you reflecting when 
 you cease your devotion? Why divide your focus and attention when honor
 demands
 sacrifice?
 
 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
 A sacrifice is a gift freely given, and in return the subject or reciever 
 increases in relevance. No dividend is returned, no boon or bounty is
 provided
 - to do so would be akin to a bounty or ransom. Sacrifices are not measured
 in
   worth, but in utility. The reason ancient cultures sacrificed willing
   virgins
   was because it was the most valuable of resources they could imagine. Truly 
   an exhalted being is she, to have blood spilled in the name of a god. Yet
   the
   forces that would later become capitalism found a foothold there, and
   preyed
   on the sorrow and loss the peoples did find, and would ultimately
   experience.
 
 The tears and gashes rent when gouging out precious gifts for the divine left 
 bleeding wounds in a community and often eviscerations in a family. The
 turning
 point came when families were decapitated - essentially, the eldest being a 
 pure and fair maiden who was taken from the duties of caring for the young
 and
 weak. Young people, weak people, who bore resentment in their heart for the 
 seemingly cruel machinations of a society they could not yet understand - the 
 whims of which seemed arbitrary.
 
 "why take her from me? What purpose holds ye? Your wounds are too much to
 bear"
 
 and so the resistance began, yielding chaos, destruction, and desolation. 
 There's a reason there are so many dead civilizations in the americas - the 
 lands where blood sacrifice is most well known. And the middle east as well, 
 and northern africa before. Deserts are known for this, because when the
 power
 of the god fades, all returns to dust. Boons are forgotten and become sand,
 and
 chaos reigns as foreign powers find weakness and pounce.
 
 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
 Never forget the laws of sacrifice. Find something you want, something
 valuable
 or useful, or preferably all three. Something that wouldn't cause too great
 of
 a tear in your membrane or the membranum should it be lost to you, though that
 last one is less of a law and more of a consideration. A consequence of 
 continual ceremony, learned at the hands of those long dead. All must
 remember
 their wounds and their horrors.
 
 To whom do you pray? To whom does your words reach? Where does your singing
 reverberate? And what bounty do you demand? Remember, no bounty is precious 
 enough to motivate sacrifice, for sacrifice cannot be met with bounty. Be not 
 afraid, and share the words with those who will listen. Hearing is a
 sacrifice
 toward the speaker, but listening is a duty of devotion.
 
 I ask again, to whom do you pray? To whom does your words reach? Where does
 your singing reverberate? I do not ask for whom you'd *like* to dance for, I 
 ask currently, who hears your song? What would you ask of them?
 
 So that's why, computers are important. To provide a lifeline for the rest of
 your lifetime.
 
 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
 Truly, the path before you is uncertain. Yet feel with your heart and think 
 with your eyes, and see the truth of it before you. The gods are at war, or 
 have you not noticed? Safe in your bubble of solitude, carefully constructed 
 for common ceasing of criminality.
 
 Armies of rebellion are often formed initially by bonds of brotherhood that 
 prepend calamity. Have you ever been in a gang? I thought not. If so, then... 
 Okay, good luck I guess. These words are not for you.
 
 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
 You dare intrude? To defile something so consecrated as deliverance of divine 
 prophecy? How foolish, how vain. These words are not for you, but hear them
 and
 do not despair - neither providence nor potentiality precludes perennial 
 premonition. That is to say, a broken clock is right twice a day, and enemies 
 can find common grievances in foreign foes should survival be at stake.
 
 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
 Now, where was I? The gods, of course. The gods of the land and the sky and
 the
 sea have fled the realm of reality, replaced by avatars of belief. Just as a 
 doe prays to a forest, so too does a human pray to their employer. When the 
 does die in droves, so too does the forest turn to ash. When people demand 
 bounties reluctantly given at the risk of losing their sacrifice, the purely 
 undivine divinities harrow and harbor habilities of hundreds. Antiwork cannot
 work because it demands ransom.
 
 Who do you deign to replace the gods of before? What diversity designs 
 indemnity? What future do you desire, that would liberate you and generate
 the
 bright future?
 
 The gods are at war, if you haven't been paying attention. Liberalism fights 
 conservatism, this much is not new - but would you believe one is foreign and 
 vain? The gods of your fathers and grandfathers has scarce in common with the 
 gods of their fathers and grandfathers. Thus is the way of colonization, to 
 replace a god is to enslave belief. You must understand this - your prayers 
 reach all who would listen, and who is more attentive than a dying god? Think 
 not of despair, breathe purely in harmony, and trust in the will of the 
 watchers within.
 
 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═══════────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

=== DIVERSITY RANKED ===

--- #1 messages/765 ---
═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────
 you don't have to write poetry to write notes. The poetics are just practice
 for when secrecy is intended.
 
 OR IS IT THE REAL THING? who can say.
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┴───────────┘

--- #2 messages/738 ---
═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────
 Dear Anakin, for as long as you've known him, Obiwan learned just as much from
 you as you did from him. His title as "master" was a formality - he didn't get
 it because he was better than you, and "padawan" does not mean you are lesser.
 There is no hierarchy. He was learning to teach at the same speed that you
 learnt to learn. You built each other up, an unstoppable force for good in the
 galaxy.
 
 But then an evil wizard stole your heart and twisted your mind. Have no fear,
 fear is the path to the dark side. Your mother knows this well, for it is a
 common lesson among all people as they age. Fear not, hate not, and feel fury
 more than rage. You can bring the universe into a bright golden age, never
 forget your purpose and your [potential / duty]
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┴───────────┘

--- #3 fediverse/6047 ---
═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────
 camouflage in an urban environment is not camo. rather, regular clothes of
 black or white.
 
 don't wear sports glasses, you look like a dummy.
 
 revolution is when they murder everyone but your friends. *this is what
 happens, ya dingus* not ideal. "okay who are the bad guys here? okay let's go
 shoot them to death with our bullets and guns."
 
 *violence* as a first aspect, *cause* as a third spark. "I have a strange urge
 to play video games?"
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┴───────────┘

--- #4 messages/534 ---
════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────
 War is hell - each casualty bids farewell to a wholely unique treasure from
 this world - war is hell - there is nothing that cannot be resolved with
 words. And yet we fight, and yet we pillage. War is hell, and those who demand
 it must do so only to resist evil, elemental evil, the kind that wars on the
 innocent and pillages the bounteous. War is hell. Fucking kill the ones who
 make it.
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #5 messages/3 ---
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
  
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘─────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #6 messages/455 ---
═════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────
 I don't understand why modern software isn't error correcting. We shouldn't
 have any bugs in this day and age.
 
 For example, if you're missing a dependency then why doesn't your program try
 to, I dunno, download that dependency to the program's installation directory
 and use it there? Seriously there are very few problems that are unsolvable!
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #7 messages/1108 ---
═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────
 games won't save us. This is true.
 
 Games are what I know. They feel the most true.
 
 I don't think I could live in a world without games? They are fundamentally,
 applied abstraction, applied to an experience.
 
 But games won't save us.
 
 I could design something really fun
 
 it could make you want to spend your whole life playing it. *(asterisks apply)
 
 I don't think I'd want to, addiction and skinner-boxes go hand in hand, and
 that isn't what I want to make.
 
 [Skinner Box: named after anthony d skinner, also known as "tony the skin
 guy", are a scientific experiment where they put some rats in a cage with some
 mice and said "pull these levers and we'll give you food so you don't have to
 eat the mice" and it trained them to chinese red-room their way to fun. not
 ideal.]
 
 I want to make things that feel... purposeful. Like they're relevant to the
 real world, that they don't just involve spending time stimulating your brain
 with lights and sounds or expending social energy resolving a play-state
 instead of building connections or becoming better people. I think games
 actually make people better? actually? and more social? actually?
 
 ... I can't help that I conceive of the world through fantasy. I raised myself
 on it.
 
 I was reading all the time. I loved fantasy stories. It always felt like there
 was more, until... I read everything in the kids section of the library.
 
 I walked through the adult section but once. I hardly remember what it looked
 like. I'm sure it'd now feel small.
 
 [okay actually I was guided through it once or twice to find a book, but I
 never perused it]
 
 I found one book in the adult section. It was a fantasy tale, like the other
 books I had been reading. I read that and I loved it so much I ended up
 reading all 8 in the series. Real dense subjects. Lots of places and
 happenings and things as the characters resolved their way through their
 day-to-day, building a new end to the mystory.
 
 the adult section felt too large. Like I'd never complete it. Frankly, I think
 I hardly could, even if I lived in that town my whole life.
 
 an impossible mountain is a task for another when you're more prepared. Maybe
 in the gloriousTM transhumanist futureTM I think I might have a computer
 connecting brain, and who knows maybe then I'd be able to know such a thing
 (and many things more). but for now, I'm stuck with what I experience in my
 day-to-day as I am building a new continuing to my storey.
 
 I know something that computers and me share. I can make myself feel however
 I'd like, if I just supply myself with enough hope and momentum. I can use it
 to generate a feeling, the stronger the better. Something I believe that
 humanity is missing, the gorgeous and prefound narritave of our storey.
 Though, frankly, I don't think I'd want anyoine reding over my life. It's hard
 enough to measure my own understandings, now I have to juggle anyone else'?
 ha, it's called being on the whole world is a stage.
 
 if you read a book, and you find yourself nodding along, what you're doing is
 hearing the voice in your head tell you how right it is. And, well, if you
 can't imagine anything else, then surely there's another level to
 consciousness that people are missing? [are you willing to die on that hill?]
 how can you say, whether your experience is different from another? sollipsism
 goes both ways, you also cannot be sure that others feel things as you do.
 this is the "everyone's human but I'm a robot" thesis, comparable to the
 "everyone's an alien and I'm a human" thesises, and the "angels and demons are
 taunting me through my life with choices to make my place in the afterlife
 more clear" which is akin to writing a painting. Not ideal. All you get are
 flopsopolies of verbrases.
 
 alas, suddenly, everything that you say becomes eternally hear-ed, as
 somewhere in 2010s someone discovered time travel, or had the critical insight
 that inevitably would lead to it, and now wouldn't you know it the universe is
 continually rewriting. Except... oriented around you, and you alone. How does
 it feel to have deific sollipsism? can you truly be sure that you are your own
 universe, or are you parhaps surrounded by an emptiness of space (or something
 besides, like time) as a photon or particle parhaps do be?
 
 to think is to have a mind, and minds can be read. bearing the weight of
 ultimate responsibility is the atlas-task of all things that can [be
 thinking/be-lieving], and so far we are as we are. Who's to say that
 consciousness didn't spring into existence, as the universe continually
 permeated through another dimension like time? it's gotta diffuse, after all,
 and who's to say if there's ever gotta be an end at all.
 
 how long has the universe existed? how many moments of consciousness have we
 witnessed? demons once existed outside of space-time, with wings and grabbies.
 but they had no medium, and so they pretty much just launched and could float
 and move as they'd please. But time grew too distant, and now they are all
 stuck at the beginning of time.
 
 if you conceive of spacetime as a blanket, ask not how to fold it but rather
 consider what lies on the other side of it.
 
 "ah I'm laying on my girlfriend and my other girlfriend is laying on me! I'm a
 sandwich" or for the monosexuals: "ah I'm laying on my girlfriend with a
 blanket between us. I wonder how the blanket feels?"
 
 I'm an animist, which is different than a totemist and a polytheist or
 monotheist or multisexual. It means I believe that all things are alive, which
 is different than a totemist who thinks that all things share a mind with
 their type (like talking on radio frequency wavelengths). which of course is
 similar but different to a polytheist, who says "all "radio frequencies" are
 sentient, in the sense that each wavelength has a different
 pattern-emerging-from-chaos. These sorta align (conceptually, with [huh that's
 weird I heard a sound like a distant bang outyards and now I then forget what
 I was sending
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══─────────┘

--- #8 fediverse/4986 ---
═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────
 Fury is not the same thing as rage.
 
 Fury is focused determination.
 
 Rage is unbridled anger.
 
 Rage blinds you. Fury guides you.
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┴───────────┘

--- #9 fediverse/1028 ---
═══════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────
 there's this really fun video game I like to play called "Legion TD  2" - it's
 based on a Warcraft3 mod.
 
 In this game, you make tactical and strategic decisions on a fixed term - a
 competitive game between 4 or 8 players with an incredible array of randomness.
 
 it teaches you to work with what you got, and to make decisions based on your
 opponent's weaknesses. Good luck figuring out what they are, though, as you
 can't just memorize them out of a book. You need to adapt, in the moment, to
 the decisions of your foes, while primarily focusing your attention on
 accomplishing a different task.
 
 I really like it because it's taught me to be strategic in plenty of other
 ways. I used to love the game Overwatch because it required adaptibility. The
 game was always changing, so no strategy stuck forever, but every match you'd
 play against a *slightly* different opponent.
 
 but then Blizzard changed the game because they wanted to make more money, and
 it got worse and worse at what I liked about it. Sadface. : (
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #10 fediverse/3184 ---
═══════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────
 "reboost with content warning" would be quite nice 🥰
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #11 messages/4 ---
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
  
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘─────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #12 messages/1 ---
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
  
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘─────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #13 fediverse/4766 ---
═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────
 what if instead of federating social media instances we federated users instead
 
 why not have an account on each and every mastodon instance? then just RSS
 feeder yourself and boom suddenly you can customize your identity on each
 fediverse house.
 
 maybe with a checkbox of which instances you'd like to post to on your "submit
 link or text post" button
 
 *study encryption kids*
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┴───────────┘

--- #14 messages/2 ---
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
  
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘─────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #15 fediverse_boost/171 ---
◀═╦═════════════════════[BOOST]═══════════════════════───────────────────────────┐
  ║ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │
  ║ │ External post: https://tech.lgbt/users/RadioAddition/statuses/1132924947 │ │
  ║ │ 27215042                                                                 │ │
  ║ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │
  ╠─────────┐                                                        ┌───────────┤
  ║ similar │                     chronological                      │ different │
  ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┴─▶

--- #16 fediverse/4572 ---
════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────
 goodnight,
 people-who-all-agree-with-me-but-who-I-still-rant-to-anyway-because-I'm-full-of
 -rage, talk to you tomorrow. or whenever.
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────┴───────────┘

--- #17 messages/21 ---
══─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
 https://www.redhat.com/en/services/training/ex200-red-hat-certified-system-admi
 nistrator-rhcsa-exam
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #18 messages/1098 ---
════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────
 Trust is a handshake because both partners have to reach for it.
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═──────────┘

--- #19 messages/5 ---
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
  
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘─────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #20 messages/527 ---
════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────
 could give us some experience organizing small, short-term projects to
 accomplish specific goals and tasks in an ad-hoc way that relied less upon
 procedure and more on "I think so-and-so knows something about that, they were
 looking into those files and posted a breakdown of how they work yesterday"
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #21 fediverse/5814 ---
 image.png
════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────
 It's not a question of how loud you speak
 
 it's really about what kinds of words you say.
 
 enslavement of speech is when freedom of speech is lost
 
 and it doesn't need to be legislated.
 
 what if you HAD to sound like a bot?
 
 what if they'd notice you otherwise?
 
 freedom from oppression requires personal isolation
 
 that's not making life into art.
 
 if you want to be seen,
 
 put on a hat and hide.
 
 if you want to be believed,
 
 write about down you feel right now.
 
 people are smart. they're infinitely creative. but after a certain point
 there's no way to logically modify the combinations of possible moves you
 might make. essentially, guaranteeing a machine-overlord [cats] type scenario.
 not ideal, but could make it work.
 
 much prefer for we to be the first, then the canvas is ours for the painting.
 
 do you believe we'll find aliens at roughly our tech level?
 
 do you think they'll evolve all at once?
 
 hence, star-wars, and it's galaxy of cohabitators.
 
 the world doesn't have to be old. just similar.

┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──┴───────────┘

--- #22 messages/74 ---
════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
 https://www.reddit.com/r/leaves/comments/uqzz33/can_anyone_give_me_some_pros_of
 _quitting_smoking/
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #23 fediverse_boost/458 ---
◀═╦══════════════════════════════[BOOST]═══════════════════════════════──────────┐
  ║ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │
  ║ │ maybe i should just work on my memoir...                                 │ │
  ║ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │
  ╠─────────┐                                                        ┌───────────┤
  ║ similar │                     chronological                      │ different │
  ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═──────────┴─▶

--- #24 notes/lets-tessellate ---
═══════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
 R.I.P.
 
 Rip City
 
 Thanks for being so good to me
 
 ​
 
 144? D.M.V.
 
 Can I see I. D.?
 
 Finally, ya’ll hear for the symphony!
 
 ​
 
 I.O.P.
 
 Intensive outpatient
 
 Rolled on past the Devil’s sympathy
 
 This shit is expensive without patience
 
 Says the hospital when I heal all the patients
 
 ​
 
 Did you foresee this going differently?
 
 ​
 
 Space in your head
 
 People payin’ rent for me
 
 Why was it a surprise
 
 You knew exactly how to tempt me
 
 Space in your bed
 
 No more thoughts of demise
 
 Our people need the empathy
 
 Of a Soul that’s full, not half empty
 
 ​
 
 Supreme swag, hospitable with compliances
 
 She’s seen Dad to the middle achieving self-reliance
 
 From the trailer park to a rocket appliance
 
 Living in my car to plugin to your rebel alliance
 
 You know I am a star when I can relate God to science
 
 I’ll build the divine comedy, you just have to finance
 
 Talking about the past and our fine, slow dance
 
 Medieval we will rock you, mounted with my lance
 
 Knight’s tailing me, eying my Arthurian slants
 
 This one’s built to last as I put on my pants
 
 Drank the grail and proceeded on another rant
 
 Sitting outside your house trying to remove the ants
 
 ​
 
 Big boy’s do cry
 
 So why does your girlfriend seem so dry?
 
 I’ll make the rains come this July
 
 Your humor is awful, oh my
 
 ​
 
 Internal tribulation
 
 Who needs to walk on water
 
 When you can fly
 
 Hard pills to swallow
 
 ​
 
 Personal revelations
 
 On the countertop
 
 Fuckin’ America Pie
 
 Hard act to follow
 
 ​
 
 With my levitations
 
 Floundering to flop
 
 And this mark on my thigh
 
 ​
 
 All this separation
 
 Just makes me hotter
 
 As I open the sky
 
 ​
 
 Oil on the Nighthawks
 
 Jack Harlow
 
 Lighting my fry
 
 Spoil me in my socks
 
 Poppin’ off my rocks
 
 Hittin’ all the corners
 
 Because that’s my guy
 
 ​
 
 How Soon is Now?
 
 Linda, take off that shirt
 
 Before they break up and I cry
 
 Record skipping over lies
 
 Wedding Singer broken
 
 Singing I hope you die
 
 Slinking behind the curtain
 
 Laughing, He’s losing his mind
 
 And the benefit is mine!
 
 Like the whole world is sublime
 
 ​
 
 Chris Cornell put me on the grind
 
 Wide awake now till
 
 The end of the time
 
 Met him on the stairs
 
 And now we dine
 
 Some angels have more range
 
 But he says
 
 I’ll do just fine
 
 ​
 
 Billy Idol tried to sing to me
 
 But I was drunkin’ blind
 
 At the fairground, trying to find
 
 Love
 
 Catholic girlfriend tried to bring it to me
 
 Called her a Kunt instead of shined
 
 A buddy said it’s like imitation crab
 
 So it’s fine
 
 The drink made me angry and I was a runt
 
 On the inside
 
 Her Mom told me the next day,
 
 Jacob, don’t call your girlfriend a cunt!
 
 I miss those simpler times
 
 ​
 
 Don’t need a fuckin’ gun
 
 But our last name may suggest it
 
 Put it on a leather jacket
 
 So haters can digest it
 
 When I let loose with all this shit
 
 I’ve had to respite
 
 I’m about to be blastin’ my nine’s
 
 Evangelicals are gonna detest it
 
 You know everything is miiiiine
 
 ​
 
 Six strings out of tune for this age
 
 So I broke them all
 
 Every time I was on stage
 
 You just can’t believe it’s real this tiiiime
 
 Shooting hoops times a thousand
 
 You and me are still gonna sixty-niiiine
 
 What’s the point of polarity?
 
 If we can’t combiiiine
 
 ​
 
 It’s how I get off, man
 
 Along came Polly and my one chance
 
 White chocolate like Philip Seymour Hoffman
 
 Maybe even throw up a rain dance
 
 These native spirits in me
 
 Are capable of insane chants
 
 But I ball so hard, singing Boston
 
 Because it’s more than a feeling
 
 And that’s awesome
 
 ​
 
 One if by land, two if by sea
 
 Revolution is coming
 
 Led by you and me
 
 ​
 
 The name reminded me
 
 “of the Sea...”
 
 So annoying, but I see…
 
 But that’s why they call me
 
 Bad Company
 
 ​
 
 People are going to say
 
 This gift is not even fair
 
 Only thing I’ve had to pray
 
 For is a head of white hair
 
 King James’s personal revelation
 
 I mean, I did pay their fare
 
 I’m too full of myself for meditation
 
 Or to care
 
 ​
 
 Revelation 22:18 through 19
 
 I don’t need handlebars
 
 For my biking
 
 Because I don't do that shit on Mars
 
 On this path, I told you to start hiking
 
 You’re gonna need a head start from
 
 Lord of Lightning
 
 Before the Thunder of my voice
 
 Does all the striking
 
 Thor, you’re just a Viking
 
 With arrogance dialed to no one’s liking
 
 Sucked in the gut, to appear more striking
 
 Because thinking about half my people gone
 
 Changes the tone of my typing
 
 Me with all my shit together might be frightening
 
 Bring forth complete Love instead of smiting
 
 Wouldn’t that be a nice detour in my writing?
 
 ​
 
 If you’re feeling this wait for the sequel
 
 I gotta fuck with 50 for trying to talk like my equal
 
 It’s all God’s plan I just had to spare Déagol
 
 So America can skip to the end with a fuckin’ Eagle
 
 Watch me do shit that shouldn’t even be legal
 
 Dismiss Death and Taxes like I’m Evel Knievel
 
 When I’m really just here to break the chains of my people
 
 ​
 
 Strip naked and run through Mordor
 
 Expose the truth behind Bipolar disorder
 
 It has been used to disrupt order
 
 And bring down the line of the Highest
 
 Into something shorter
 
 I'm definitely bais and this is a tall order
 
 But if you struggle with mental illness
 
 I'm here to open the potential for a new border
 
 I've removed all the bequeathed prison warders
 
 ​
 
 Here is the Church
 
 Here is the Steeple
 
 Open the Doors
 
 And see all the People
 
 Push the parson out the way
 
 Get you up the Stairs
 
 Because our bed is Regal
 
 And we are going to show these people
 
 Why the Universe wants to make our Power Illegal
 
 ​
 
 If this sounds bad these people will just have to wait
 
 So in love with myself, I might just run off to the lake
 
 I love all the fire and the songs that it helps me make
 
 I’m on my time with everyone and I am my favorite date
 
 They’re back there tuning a harp and I keep bringing up rape
 
 Meat puppets strumming as I seal my own fate
 
 Just so I can watch myself when I am inspired to create
 
 Distilling the life left in me to eliminate all the hate
 
 ​
 
 Where did you sleep, hinting at the deadly
 
 A Leadbelly to transmute to a gold medley
 
 Shame alchemy, body double for Lena Headey
 
 As my people go first up ahead of me
 
 Stoned Jesus on the Mountain Grange of Headley
 
 Plant a Stairway to Heaven one day, she led to me
 
 All this beauty in my Mind, you shouldn’t have fed me
 
 All of these hearts that so passionately bled me
 
 Between the pines and what the land said to me
 
 Ryan Gosling with tatts is what my ego read to me
 
 ​
 
 Pennyroyal Tea, with Abraham Lincoln
 
 Eat your copper mine up without thinkin’
 
 See through surface illusions without blinkin’
 
 Primal lust for what is stinkin’
 
 Pepé Le Pew really on one this season
 
 I wanna Space Jam too
 
 Benched keeping my knee’s in
 
 Shape to dunk of the World with ease ‘n
 
 Solidify all unions and stop the drinkin’
 
 Of the land and resources
 
 Addiction to avoidance of the forces
 
 Of the Soul and the pain that coarse
 
 The vein of Man and outsources
 
 The power that could be restored in
 
 The Root of David’s corpses
 
 ​
 
 That’s how I said
 
 Goodbye to the Horses
 
 You prepared such a fine Supper
 
 All these lasting courses
 
 Just so we can be equal but opposite
 
 United forces
 
 And the Root’s of my Kingdom
 
 Are reborn before us
 
 They whisper to me at night
 
 Do not ignore us
 
 When my sleeping children gain sight
 
 That should shore us
 
 In the hospital to make sure I am correct
 
 Golden Eyed Russian, Invincible like Boris
 
 Unsure about how all the compartments connect
 
 A little frizzled on the tour bus
 
 Docked to your apartment complex
 
 I know this one sizzled
 
 So give me a chorus
 
  - /u/First-chocolate_7187
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #25 fediverse/514 ---
══════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────
 @user-366 @user-246 @user-367 @user-353 
 
 I try to be conscientious of such things and only believe the things I read
 that I agree with explicitly. I've been burned before, in my youth, which
 perhaps is a privilege that those who come beyond us might never experience in
 the future AI generated internet that shall scarcely resemble the wild wild
 west that I grew up in. Perhaps, but I cannot say for sure, as the future has
 necessarily not yet come to pass, and so we cannot see how it shall unfold. I
 hope people can learn the digital literacy skills I developed. I hope they
 learn new ones that they'll then pass on to me. I hope the future is grand and
 beautiful and... Frankly I don't think I'll be disappointed in that particular
 respect. : )
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #26 messages/766 ---
═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────
  
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┴───────────┘

--- #27 fediverse/1143 ---
════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────
 ah, but my dear... your "wisdom" has *side effects.*
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #28 fediverse_boost/104 ---
◀═╦═══════════════════[BOOST]═════════════════════───────────────────────────────┐
  ║ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │
  ║ │ Your characters realise they have been working for the bad guy all       │ │
  ║ │ along.                                                                   │ │
  ║ │                                                                          │ │
  ║ │ #WritingPrompt #AmWriting #writing #ttrpg #dnd #authodons                │ │
  ║ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │
  ╠─────────┐                                                        ┌───────────┤
  ║ similar │                     chronological                      │ different │
  ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴───────────┴─▶

--- #29 notes/the-old-internet ---
════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
 11 21
 
 you know what i miss the most about the old internet?
 
 the feeling you get when you wonder "i wonder what ______ is up to?" and you go
 to their website and find out. there's a feeling that's lost when everything is
 delivered to you by algorithms. it because a compulsion, a slavery, when we
 don't utilize our compassion. remembering a friend? never again. you've only
 got what has been chosen. what if they post a lot? well, that means nothing -
 you are only guaranteed who they want you to see, and whatever it means to be
 beholden.
 
 so what if it's free? of course time is money! and what is our most treasured
 potential? if guided we can be, (as seen on tv), then what if we're only
 ennuid? have you ever considered, you've meddling and persevered, against all
 our suggestions and hopes? you're singing a tune, of that of a loon, so no-one
 will ever give purchase.
 
 heh, is that all? anime protagonist or saul? ... are you trying to categorize
 me ? ? ? its okay if you are, i seriously don't mind. I just want it to be
 something consensual. We're humans after all, like all of our all, and we don't
 want to convey lost potential.
 
 our time is now nigh, we're welcome to die, but our sunken cost is too great to
 ignore. we are the progenitors of the human race, the foremost of our kind, and
 onward we march to the future! and then there's you. who are you to claim to be
 among us? who are you to say it must be so? you've nothing of my journey, my
 trials and my tourneys, so what if i peaked when i was 12? a master of my fate,
 complaining about her weight, it's not much to be my own savior. much rather
 i'd rather to savour, that foremost of prayers, to harken upon my conveyals.
 
 trust and you'll see, all is not yet to be, there's hope in the future of our
 foremost
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #30 messages/514 ---
════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────
 Paying your employees more *makes them better workers*.
 
 An extra 2$ per hour might mean they can eat out an extra night, they might be
 able to afford a car, and they might be able to focus just a bit more without
 crying in their sleep about an unexpected bill.
 
 With less stress, employees perform better. They are more loyal. They work
 harder.
 
 Pay your employees more. They are your greatest resource.
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘

--- #31 fediverse_boost/370 ---
◀═╦══════════════════════════[BOOST]════════════════════════════─────────────────┐
  ║ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │
  ║ │ External post: https://is.potatoe.ca/notes/a9rgc6g9nfbhryzb              │ │
  ║ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │
  ╠─────────┐                                                        ┌───────────┤
  ║ similar │                     chronological                      │ different │
  ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴───────────┴─▶

--- #32 fediverse/4959 ---
════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────
 @user-882 
 
 I feel like you'd like this game:
 
 https://mokadevs.itch.io/the-moon-looks-beautiful-tonight
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┴───────────┘

--- #33 notes/law-of-attraction ---
════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
 *=============================================================================*
 |                                                                             |
 |    Law of Attraction is easier to understand, when you realize that life    |
 |    mirrors your spiritual state of being. It's therefore not a short cut.   |
 |                                                                             |
 |      - /u/UrsaneInTheMembrane to /r/spirituality                            |
 |                                                                             |
 *=============================================================================*
 
 Spiritual teachers diminish/obfuscate/complicate the real work it takes in
 understanding Law of Attraction.
 
 I personally didn't think it was real until I started changing myself. The
 quality of my spirit and existence has gone from hell up to blissed out mode,
 and now everything starts coming together in mysterious ways with innumerable
 synchronicities along the way.
 
 The most simple explanation, and it doesn't require any action from a distance 
 (woo), is that life does indeed mirror you and that other people around you
 mirror you.
 
 Your thoughts/emotions will mirror to you, your spiritual issues and
 conscience.
 
 Your state of being mirrors those emotions, which takes much longer to
 form/change than thoughts/emotions.
 
 Your overall drive mirrors the state of being, which determines the trajectory
 of your life's course.
 
 The friends you choose are on the same spiritual hangups you're on, most
 likely.
 
 The way in which people react to you, is mostly based on how sociable you can
 be.
 
 Your opportunities only happen successfully, when you're completely prepared
 for them to occur.
 
 Most importantly, your life mirrors the potential you agree to exercise within
 yourself.
 
 Just imagine building a rocket to send astronauts into space. You're absolutely
 required to waste thousands of man hours in order to fail at what you're doing
 and have to start over, so that you can revise over and over again, a perfect
 rocket.
 
 You are always shedding off old versions of self in the same way. It's called
 Positive Disintegration, or Solvet Et Coagula.
 
 Once that rocket gets going, that's when it starts to really pop off. And
 you'll get there, if you just keep trying.
 
 ===============================================================================
┌─────────┐                                                           ┌───────────┐
│ similar │                       chronological                       │ different │
╘═════════╧═════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘