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@user-366 @user-367 @user-246 @user-353
These three images are the same, I just needed 3 pictures to fit all the words
into the low-vision description box.
I'm cheating the system! Nobody can stop me! Rules are fake! The system is
fake! Nothing will hold me back! Something something
![I ran out of text characters, both in the original post and in the description that I'm writing right now, so please listen to the description of the 2nd picture as well. It's the same picture, just with the 2nd half of the content of the post added to the screenreader description. Begin content of post: Your perspective is valid and I can understand how hearing the words that he spoke would unnerve you. I'd say that topically it's less similar to the Epic of Gilgamesh, and more similar to... -- CW content warning -- dot dot dot a particular piece of writing called dot dot dot mein kampf? not just because of the connections to genocide and racial... stuff... that I don't really want to touch with a 10 foot pole. Maybe a 15 foot pole but tbh I just don't have the core strength to wield such a long pole, so I think I'll just not. Err.... what was I saying oh yes. I wouldn't want to remind you of the times when a particular person wrote terrible things. I wouldn't repeat those things, as I feel that would imply that I believed those things. And I try my best to believe the least terrible things, which as far as I can tell is a decent way to go about it ^_^ so I guess I'm saying I wish I could extract words written by another and express them through my own mouth rather than implying the perspective of the author, which is necessarily displaced from my own. [out of characters, see second picture]](/similar-different/media/786ff4e86336aed2.png "I ran out of text characters, both in the original post and in the description that I'm writing right now, so please listen to the description of the 2nd picture as well. It's the same picture, just with the 2nd half of the content of the post added to the screenreader description. Begin content of post: Your perspective is valid and I can understand how hearing the words that he spoke would unnerve you. I'd say that topically it's less similar to the Epic of Gilgamesh, and more similar to... -- CW content warning -- dot dot dot a particular piece of writing called dot dot dot mein kampf? not just because of the connections to genocide and racial... stuff... that I don't really want to touch with a 10 foot pole. Maybe a 15 foot pole but tbh I just don't have the core strength to wield such a long pole, so I think I'll just not. Err.... what was I saying oh yes. I wouldn't want to remind you of the times when a particular person wrote terrible things. I wouldn't repeat those things, as I feel that would imply that I believed those things. And I try my best to believe the least terrible things, which as far as I can tell is a decent way to go about it ^_^ so I guess I'm saying I wish I could extract words written by another and express them through my own mouth rather than implying the perspective of the author, which is necessarily displaced from my own. [out of characters, see second picture]")
![[begin text of 2nd picture] I mean, if a particular german dictator who lived in the 20th century (was it really so little time ago?) wrote some interesting and novel essay on the art of impressionistic painting or... whatever he liked to paint... I don't think we'd have any right to use it to express ourselves. It'd feel immoral and strange, because it's impossible to excise the magnitude of the beliefs that would later go on to define that man. But I also wouldn't want to unnecessarily condemn a person to infinite reprisal because the path of their thoughts carried them down a dark road - if, perhaps, he had written a piece about all the genocide and racial stuff and whatnot... But then immediately recanted it, explained why he believed what he did and why he now believes something better, and carried the shame of his cognitive failure with him forward into the future, until all those he had wounded with his words had forgiven him... Then maybe he would have been redeemed. Obviously that's not what happened, and bringing it back to the essay I posted, should the author of that essay deny the words he spoke and claim they were a mistake that he has since learned from... Perhaps he could be forgiven. But such things are controversial for a reason, and so we are not compelled to grant him any succor or mercy in our reprisal and vehement resentment. [ah nuts ran out of space again, see... third picture? teehee]](/similar-different/media/267f209126ee5d2e.png "[begin text of 2nd picture] I mean, if a particular german dictator who lived in the 20th century (was it really so little time ago?) wrote some interesting and novel essay on the art of impressionistic painting or... whatever he liked to paint... I don't think we'd have any right to use it to express ourselves. It'd feel immoral and strange, because it's impossible to excise the magnitude of the beliefs that would later go on to define that man. But I also wouldn't want to unnecessarily condemn a person to infinite reprisal because the path of their thoughts carried them down a dark road - if, perhaps, he had written a piece about all the genocide and racial stuff and whatnot... But then immediately recanted it, explained why he believed what he did and why he now believes something better, and carried the shame of his cognitive failure with him forward into the future, until all those he had wounded with his words had forgiven him... Then maybe he would have been redeemed. Obviously that's not what happened, and bringing it back to the essay I posted, should the author of that essay deny the words he spoke and claim they were a mistake that he has since learned from... Perhaps he could be forgiven. But such things are controversial for a reason, and so we are not compelled to grant him any succor or mercy in our reprisal and vehement resentment. [ah nuts ran out of space again, see... third picture? teehee]")
![[begin description of 3rd picture] [they're the same pictures btw it's just a way to "cheat" and add more words into the description box that you're listening to right now] [phew that was a lot] I guess I just want to reiterate that what I was trying to do was express a thought that required a lot of typing to explain, and it mostly aligned to what was expressed in the essay I posted. Like, a leaf node on the tree of my expressive argument : ) as to your question, I don't really remember being included in any internet beefs. I think I was swept up in the pop-leftism + pop-feminism of the mid 2010s, but that quickly matured as I engaged with people who knew much more than I and I could see the cracks and fissures in the stuff I had learned from the internet. I really do learn more from engaging with a person than by reading... I think perhaps it's due to the back-and-forth nature of conversation? You can temper and refine your ideas by striking them against the hammer and anvil of another. It's fun! Anyway I'm way over the text limit. [finished with all pictures]](/similar-different/media/d5a8f543d51eca0e.png "[begin description of 3rd picture] [they're the same pictures btw it's just a way to \"cheat\" and add more words into the description box that you're listening to right now] [phew that was a lot] I guess I just want to reiterate that what I was trying to do was express a thought that required a lot of typing to explain, and it mostly aligned to what was expressed in the essay I posted. Like, a leaf node on the tree of my expressive argument : ) as to your question, I don't really remember being included in any internet beefs. I think I was swept up in the pop-leftism + pop-feminism of the mid 2010s, but that quickly matured as I engaged with people who knew much more than I and I could see the cracks and fissures in the stuff I had learned from the internet. I really do learn more from engaging with a person than by reading... I think perhaps it's due to the back-and-forth nature of conversation? You can temper and refine your ideas by striking them against the hammer and anvil of another. It's fun! Anyway I'm way over the text limit. [finished with all pictures]")
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what if games had APIs that could be used to build custom clients
"but cheating!"
haha oh yeah
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![12. the text continues from the previous page and reads "if it's been ten or more years since they moved in, the site gets rebuilt. [wait, hang on, weren't we talking about html websites? when did houses come into the discussion?] ... wait, what was I saying? Oh yeah the text is on a gray background, as interrupting as a scythe, with a yellow backdrop as if to represent sheer white-hot flame except not white the color of all colors but fire the color of all flames. the text reads "prince of the nehalim" in bright pinking blue, as in something completely foreign and unknown to you, and continues on to read in red "so many opportunities" as if life hadn't absconded, but instead of severed instead. "parabolas persist" in the flavor of blue, the color of space in a non-light polluted view. "live life like you're merry, as do but a few." do you want to make people feel better? or do you just want to make them confused? Neither, really, I'm trying to tell the truth. I'm seriously just struggling to find a way to express things that others clearly seem to be forgetting - I'm not an expert in other stuff! This is literally all I'm good at! Is it valuable? Maybe not to you, but I think it could be useful, or else I would covet it and leave it in disuse. it's time is relevant, it's words fit into a context, so if you misunderstand it's past then it's probably because you don't have the records or the ability to process them of the time in which it was posted. What if things were de](/similar-different/media/452a7136bcb2e8df.png "12. the text continues from the previous page and reads \"if it's been ten or more years since they moved in, the site gets rebuilt. [wait, hang on, weren't we talking about html websites? when did houses come into the discussion?] ... wait, what was I saying? Oh yeah the text is on a gray background, as interrupting as a scythe, with a yellow backdrop as if to represent sheer white-hot flame except not white the color of all colors but fire the color of all flames. the text reads \"prince of the nehalim\" in bright pinking blue, as in something completely foreign and unknown to you, and continues on to read in red \"so many opportunities\" as if life hadn't absconded, but instead of severed instead. \"parabolas persist\" in the flavor of blue, the color of space in a non-light polluted view. \"live life like you're merry, as do but a few.\" do you want to make people feel better? or do you just want to make them confused? Neither, really, I'm trying to tell the truth. I'm seriously just struggling to find a way to express things that others clearly seem to be forgetting - I'm not an expert in other stuff! This is literally all I'm good at! Is it valuable? Maybe not to you, but I think it could be useful, or else I would covet it and leave it in disuse. it's time is relevant, it's words fit into a context, so if you misunderstand it's past then it's probably because you don't have the records or the ability to process them of the time in which it was posted. What if things were de")
![9. the text begins to diverge at this point, on the left it reads "it's easy if you want some privacy, - all you have to do" and then is cut off by the introduction of red text on a green background, to evoke similar colors as the original thing it was interrupting but it's own thing nonetheless, and existing off to the side in tandem, so that conditions could not remain unaddressed. the text reads "they were betting on selling us space flight [with spaceflight sliding from one side to the other, like a rocket escaping the gravitic pull of the planet it surrounded] but we cared more for food and water" the second part, after spaceflight about food and water, is intruding onto the yellow's background, which was next, to represent a continuation of the previous thought about websites and HTML. it's frustrating for the next text, which is in purple, a confused and disoriented color. it continues from the original thought "is delete the website! Boom, no more html. but if they were listed (neocities sites on a map of the region" but map is emphasized with a different color, green the color of the land, and "region" is pronounced like "realm" or perhaps "ground" or even "directions" or "land beyond the horizon (if it even exists)")](/similar-different/media/d44f1147f387b1ea.png "9. the text begins to diverge at this point, on the left it reads \"it's easy if you want some privacy, - all you have to do\" and then is cut off by the introduction of red text on a green background, to evoke similar colors as the original thing it was interrupting but it's own thing nonetheless, and existing off to the side in tandem, so that conditions could not remain unaddressed. the text reads \"they were betting on selling us space flight [with spaceflight sliding from one side to the other, like a rocket escaping the gravitic pull of the planet it surrounded] but we cared more for food and water\" the second part, after spaceflight about food and water, is intruding onto the yellow's background, which was next, to represent a continuation of the previous thought about websites and HTML. it's frustrating for the next text, which is in purple, a confused and disoriented color. it continues from the original thought \"is delete the website! Boom, no more html. but if they were listed (neocities sites on a map of the region\" but map is emphasized with a different color, green the color of the land, and \"region\" is pronounced like \"realm\" or perhaps \"ground\" or even \"directions\" or \"land beyond the horizon (if it even exists)\")")
![11. I think. orange text on a green blue background, same background as the previous three pictures. orange text which contrasts in a way that almost calls back to the 80s, but not quite. a little too dirty, like the blue and orange decorations around highways in New Mexico. car smoke and tire dust'll do that, and it's not like it's easy to clean - right next to the freeway, c'mon! Wouldn't it be nice if we shut it down for a day or two? Unless you had very important business, solely self-suggested. if too many people used it on those days (when they were cleaning it) then they're supposed to follow through and identify if their need was too great or if they were just being an asshole about it because their bosses forced them to. basically like, family emergencies gets a lane, things that are crucial to a social event like no beer at a frat party or whatever, heck even if the girl you like really wanted to get laid. whatever the heck it is, if you deem it an emergency then that's fine. you can drive while the highway is being cleaned. just make sure you don't slip on the suds... ... a while later, humanity realized they could just close one direction at a time and clean the next one next time. what was I saying? Oh yeah the text! Here's what it reads: "every year, replace five percent [but read as %] of the homes and boom you're good - maybe even do 10% if things are going well - either way, as time goes on people can live in a house as long as they want - but when they mov](/similar-different/media/a56d512ea977d601.png "11. I think. orange text on a green blue background, same background as the previous three pictures. orange text which contrasts in a way that almost calls back to the 80s, but not quite. a little too dirty, like the blue and orange decorations around highways in New Mexico. car smoke and tire dust'll do that, and it's not like it's easy to clean - right next to the freeway, c'mon! Wouldn't it be nice if we shut it down for a day or two? Unless you had very important business, solely self-suggested. if too many people used it on those days (when they were cleaning it) then they're supposed to follow through and identify if their need was too great or if they were just being an asshole about it because their bosses forced them to. basically like, family emergencies gets a lane, things that are crucial to a social event like no beer at a frat party or whatever, heck even if the girl you like really wanted to get laid. whatever the heck it is, if you deem it an emergency then that's fine. you can drive while the highway is being cleaned. just make sure you don't slip on the suds... ... a while later, humanity realized they could just close one direction at a time and clean the next one next time. what was I saying? Oh yeah the text! Here's what it reads: \"every year, replace five percent [but read as %] of the homes and boom you're good - maybe even do 10% if things are going well - either way, as time goes on people can live in a house as long as they want - but when they mov")
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you know you're cheating when you play Chess at your favorite bar, right?
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![14. if you think about it, the shape of the universe is kinda like a cornucopia. or like, a funnel that smoothly increases in size. or like a waterslide ride where you spin around a bit before dropping down the center. sometimes affectionately referred to as "the toilet ride", even though that's just the wrong connotation. we could have perfectly sanitary theme parks, we just... don't... because our priorities are on selling stereos and stocks. anyway, there's several purple lines, the color of blending blue and red, both colors present in america, cast upon the gray background of the undecideds, collectively engaged in a mutual exchange. there is a blue upside down silly snake, this time with bright red aviators, and beside it is a scarring wound. some break in reality that is unfortunate, but part of their interdisciplinaries, so don't worry one bit about it. life may seem far from strange, but your lifetimes of finite portrayals and fanciful adaptations to the expressions of your own emanations both confirm and delight our attentions on you. Surely you are not aware, of our love and perspective [fair], but we still love you from afar. how could a star not cherish another star? It's time that's our only moat. the reason the universe appears empty of life is because it's impossible to travel under the blanket of spacetime. through gravity, up and under our shared reality, out and beyond to another. rockets pierce reality, which they didn't expect L O L who would have tht](/similar-different/media/b15e05db06b60e93.png "14. if you think about it, the shape of the universe is kinda like a cornucopia. or like, a funnel that smoothly increases in size. or like a waterslide ride where you spin around a bit before dropping down the center. sometimes affectionately referred to as \"the toilet ride\", even though that's just the wrong connotation. we could have perfectly sanitary theme parks, we just... don't... because our priorities are on selling stereos and stocks. anyway, there's several purple lines, the color of blending blue and red, both colors present in america, cast upon the gray background of the undecideds, collectively engaged in a mutual exchange. there is a blue upside down silly snake, this time with bright red aviators, and beside it is a scarring wound. some break in reality that is unfortunate, but part of their interdisciplinaries, so don't worry one bit about it. life may seem far from strange, but your lifetimes of finite portrayals and fanciful adaptations to the expressions of your own emanations both confirm and delight our attentions on you. Surely you are not aware, of our love and perspective [fair], but we still love you from afar. how could a star not cherish another star? It's time that's our only moat. the reason the universe appears empty of life is because it's impossible to travel under the blanket of spacetime. through gravity, up and under our shared reality, out and beyond to another. rockets pierce reality, which they didn't expect L O L who would have tht")
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@user-367 @user-366 @user-246 @user-353
Sorry. I'm (probably) schizophrenic so I say weird things sometimes.
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dear-anakin
(sorry I put the same image four times, I needed to get the whole thing into
the alt-text)
(maybe pictures aren't the best medium for sharing text)
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mastodon won't let me share text files. it's the same picture 4 times because
I needed to put the entire text in the description for the blind people.
did you know there are more blind people on the fediverse than gay people? and
this is the gayest place I know.
[needs 5 images worth of description but I only had room for 4 in this post,
see the next post for the rest]
![[part 1] /home/ritz/notes/the-eternality-of-ephemeren.txt 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? [continued in part 2]](/similar-different/media/7e6a081549fb725a.png "[part 1] /home/ritz/notes/the-eternality-of-ephemeren.txt 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? [continued in part 2]")
![[part 2] 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" [continued in part 3]](/similar-different/media/2451ce267c103347.png "[part 2] 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\" [continued in part 3]")
![[part 3] 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? [continued in part 4]](/similar-different/media/63c43994c6eee5b1.png "[part 3] 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? [continued in part 4]")
![[part 4] 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. [continuedd on part 5, in the next post]](/similar-different/media/ede117bc4e6cfe89.png "[part 4] 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. [continuedd on part 5, in the next post]")
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for every "I was there. I helped make it happen" we need at least a couple "I
was there. I saw the whole thing go down"s because like, nobody's gonna
believe a belligerent, even if they're on the defensive.
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I love Linux. All I have to do is type "authserver" and "worldserver" and
wouldn't you know it suddenly a universe is created (with very constrained
rules) that anyone might inhabit should they desire to. It's not like I'm
perfect - oh wait I have a toot about that, gimme a sec
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how many people do you think in the world know that screenshots of a website
are not admissible proof because they can be trivially doctored by editing the
html?
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I should not have to follow 16 steps that I don't understand just because you
decided my system wasn't good enough for me.
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if the answer is "I can't because of the rules" to deprive someone of
something objectively virtuous,
[memory-corruption-then-stack overflow-during-re-explanation]
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@user-367 @user-246 @user-366 @user-353
Hell yeah, that's the kind of words I seek : )
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And then if there's 10 of them [clones] that are in on it...
They can spy on them by being different "selves" of their own at once.
Systematized identity refraction.
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just show up
listen, I'm a lawful person, I promise, honestly, I swear it to you.
I'm a lawful person, but~
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Look all I'm saying is if I had an acolyte or two then my insane ramblings
could be filtered and parsed by a real actual human instead of being copied
wholesale onto the internet, where the inconsequential or inconceivable ones
are left to rest alongside the gifts of knowledge from another realm.
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I tripped onto the light rail tracks today while a train was near
I can't believe how fucking useless I am
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using linux requires constant maintenance and that's kind of unfair, actually.
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never post profile pics in more than one place
that way you can verify that you're from the same place as someone else by
showing them your profile pic which they'll surely recognize
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5/20 actually I lied there's 20 pictures so this is the last one.
hang on that's weird if there's four pictures per slide, and the first one had
the first dedicated to the full image, wonder what happened inbetween? weird,
there's nothing on the record that says - oh, wait, there it is, three for the
first one, four makes seven, then four more is eleven and then fifteen then
these last three are... wait hang on that's even fewer. can you check it
again? yeah sure no problem [doesn't]
EDIT: I was wrong there were only 19 pictures, my bad hehe
![17. green, the color of growth and renewal, the color of home and our source of fuel, is cast upon a stark black background. white starlight is the color of text, and it reads in big bold colors, like the beginning of a star wars film where the text crawls past (and isn't narrated, which is frustrating but hey the music's supposed to convey all that stuff. and it can be read out afterwards if you want.) the text reads: "we can do whatever we want on this planet we call earth. - we could burn it to cinders, we could lose it in mirth. - life has no ending, no permanent abaddon. - and time is immeasurable, when talking about mill [here the text is cut off, and it could read "millions" or "millenia" either way would make sense] but the text continues, and reads "ns of people who are miserable. - we can build a dear future" with "dear future" sliding down, as if to direct the user's attention to the conclusion of the image. - "just one byte at a time." this last text is above a computer lab, or perhaps an altar to the gods of astronomy, a palace that we build out of marble as a testament to the honor we have for the gods. I think just about every religion would appreciate such a common purpose, as long as it's not taken to the extreme. the pictured shrine is small, like the size of the mall of america. but still it's a place for the gods to roam, free from the eyes of humans. Like mount olympus, or the tops of skyscrapers, or other such moments of home. the home is upon moongray](/similar-different/media/66c0f5bdf6d5f738.png "17. green, the color of growth and renewal, the color of home and our source of fuel, is cast upon a stark black background. white starlight is the color of text, and it reads in big bold colors, like the beginning of a star wars film where the text crawls past (and isn't narrated, which is frustrating but hey the music's supposed to convey all that stuff. and it can be read out afterwards if you want.) the text reads: \"we can do whatever we want on this planet we call earth. - we could burn it to cinders, we could lose it in mirth. - life has no ending, no permanent abaddon. - and time is immeasurable, when talking about mill [here the text is cut off, and it could read \"millions\" or \"millenia\" either way would make sense] but the text continues, and reads \"ns of people who are miserable. - we can build a dear future\" with \"dear future\" sliding down, as if to direct the user's attention to the conclusion of the image. - \"just one byte at a time.\" this last text is above a computer lab, or perhaps an altar to the gods of astronomy, a palace that we build out of marble as a testament to the honor we have for the gods. I think just about every religion would appreciate such a common purpose, as long as it's not taken to the extreme. the pictured shrine is small, like the size of the mall of america. but still it's a place for the gods to roam, free from the eyes of humans. Like mount olympus, or the tops of skyscrapers, or other such moments of home. the home is upon moongray")
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