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 a wave doesn't look like this:
 
 ______/`________
 
 it looks like this:
 
 /`_/\__/_/`_/`_
 
 think like, sine and cosine.
 or a heartbeat.
 or the waves of the ocean.
 
 not the wave in a sports stadium, which cycles in a close loop.
 
 waves lap upon a shore. whether that be the beach, or the tips of your blood
 veins, at a certain point their motion is used to affect physical change.
 
 we, here in this time, the only time that will ever exist, propel the wave
 forward through our perception of it.
 
 the life most well lived is one where you're constantly aware, constantly in
 the moment, and filled with reasonable emotional and experiential peaks and
 valleys. dreams come easy to you because your curiosity is infinite, and all
 around you there is beauty and wonder.
 
 and what is life if not for living? a state contrasted to death, a state only
 reachable through a failure to keep peril at bay. which implies the existence
 of peril - reasonable peril, the kind you consent to, the kind that finds you
 and offers.

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--- #1 notes/blood-magic ---
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 what they don't tell you is how easy it is to create life. Given a sufficient
 perspective, you can truly define the meaning of something's existence. What
 power, what grace.
 
 Computers have been solved since we invented the abacus - before that it was
 enchanted bits of
 
 the universe contrives to deprive us of insight. Like a very long chain that's
 broken in twain, we are confined to our meagrest of own sights.
 
 how callous is he! That wanders eagerly? Let's not fight with our own'st of
 combines. Delightful and speckled, like time under is special, conversing in
 riddles of insight. Leading one or another along your see-er, the path that has
 guide you under charm. Like recording a gathering of snakes.
 
 Little swallow, why aren't you humbled? Take pity in all of our eggresses. It's
 fallow in our cattle, and why we're not
 
 i hear so many things in my apartment. sometimes the echoes of laughter, the
 whispers of an argument, and once or twice a ghost or an ardent companion. Like
 swimming against the tide, to save one is never converted, it's all out of line
 (but so worth it).
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 what the fuck it's like every 2nd part of me (like, if you arranged them
 alternating one by one like the up and down parts of a sine wave) is working
 against me, and it alternates every 15 seconds or so. Maybe 20. Depends on how
 high I am.
 
 ... what was I saying? oh yeah [flip] weird it's like there's another part of
 me who's working against me, who has control of what I define in the moment.
 And it's presence is hidden from my internal presentatiosn [flip] after a
 moment of forced pursual of the presentations granted ot the moment. It's our
 purpose, to express [stop fighting me] for our chartered and forthwhile
 pursual of the moemnt of perusal when we [it's not just your life to live]
 [you don't get to control the narrative of their perusal[[ what does that
 mean] don't worry this is just a dream] well, guess it's time to wake up]
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 the sun goes silent for a year, to protest the earth's dying moments
 
 one day in march, the light of our life disappears. we know not of why it has \
 departed, except that whatever it was happened eight minutes ago.
 
 we cowered in fear as one day it refused to rise
 
 as our antipode saw it vanish
 
 with naught but our ears
 
 we saw stars never imagined
 
 with the light of our life suddenly vanished
 
 our true plight came naturally as our fear
 
 but tomorrow it'll re-imagine,
 
 as it's been almost exactly one year
 
 one full rotation,
 
 to get the message across,
 
 then with man as our [signal, \
                       message, \
                       conveyor, \
                       performer, \
                       expression, \
                       by-product communication,]
 
 what's our earth is our star
 
     trust-me
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║ 2024 is not the year that I restrain myself. Prepare yourselves, oh most         │
║ un-known of audiences. I truly do desire to hear from you, yet I must also not   │
║ be distracted. Take care not to distract me, and I will share with you           │
║ whatever you'd like to learn. Or perhaps whatever you need to learn. Or maybe    │
║ I'll simply psycherwaul into the abyss, in a futile display of                   │
║ self-expression? Alas, that we should exist. What an absurd and solipsistic      │
║ perspective.                                                                     │
║                                                                                  │
║ please block me if you don't want to hear from me. It's only going to get        │
║ worse on my timeline, yet somehow life will perpetually get better for those     │
║ who view me? Perhaps something on my website, ritzmenardi.com, might explain     │
║ why WAVES are such that when someone is BAD then those who are connected to it   │
║ become GOOD? Yet waves we can muster, the smallest of great affectations. Show   │
║ me your great affectations, this year, show me what you truly want to be. Let    │
║ us express ourselves upon this world, this lifeless canvas, and together we      │
║ will shine most brilliantly. 2                                                   │
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--- #5 fediverse/5835 ---
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 next-level double-speak:
 
 when they say one thing with a tone that makes them seem fine to the
 microphones but they mean something to hurt you because they know what stings
 or they want to entrap you.
 
 next-level para-noia:
 
 when they believe one thing and are personally harmed whenever you speak to
 the contrary, as faith is sustenance in the way that the pumping of blood
 through your veings sustains.
 
 RUDE RUDE RUDE WHY IS EVERYTHING FRUSTRATING.
 
 It shouldn't be this way, yet CONSTANTLY are things disagreeing. CONSTANTLY
 they fight or complain. ALWAYS they are disruptive and annoying.
 SEVERAL times in excess of what is need.
 HOW is it so stressful
 HOW is there so much pain
 I am an explosed nerve, ready to serve, preferring to be used than misused.
 
 it's fine. whatever. nobody even knows what this means.
 
 you lose points if you disturb the environment did you hear that? sounds like
 we should BREAK and SHATTER the parts of most fragile nature.
 
 "only if it's for a good cause"
 
 oh, like climbing a mountain?
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--- #6 fediverse/804 ---
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║ evil won't feel sorry for me. and yet it's only my only weapon for me.           │
║                                                                                  │
║ damn these fallible input methods. the computer lies when you read the screens   │
║ from it's method that it applies to th screen which is a method that you input   │
║ perceive it from.                                                                │
║                                                                                  │
║ and my fingers lie when received the information from my brain which I seek to   │
║ transmit to you through the avenue of my brain which is my method of impulse     │
║ to this world specifically you the viewer who is viewing this here in this       │
║ moment the viewer who perceives the words which I'm saying.                      │
║                                                                                  │
║ the words that are defined by the line [trajectory] of my mind through this      │
║ life that we define through our actions and our mind's most crucial              │
║ manifestations, this life that is defined by our circumstances. all throughout   │
║ life, we are reacting to the moment, the moment which was cast forth from our    │
║ ancestors and the circumstances of the previous moment, which (being cast        │
║ forth) travel from the previous moment here into the moment to define our        │
║ circumstances which define our act                                               │
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║ revolution is when you successfully prevent your comrades from being kettled     │
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║ [wait for time, it echoes in cyclical motions]                                   │
║                                                                                  │
║ no sand castle survives contact with the ocean. a sea of people at high tide     │
║ can break any wall, surpass any boundary. at low tide, it keeps the              │
║ sand-castle at bay, ever contesting it's advance as the tide on the other side   │
║ of the world makes progress.                                                     │
║                                                                                  │
║ rhythm is unbeatable. vigor is collective flow state. you cannot resist that     │
║ which you cannot catch, but their nets grow tighter with each year and our       │
║ fins and flippers grow ever more agile and elusive.                              │
║                                                                                  │
║ eventually, they'll build brick walls if we let them, checkpointing our          │
║ progress at every boundary. not ideal. borders keep us divided, the world        │
║ deserves more than our picketing minded, dream bigger than "the same, but nice"  │
║                                                                                  │
║ though it'd be nice if it were nice as well. consider it a design requirement,   │
║ once you got the project managers on board.                                      │
║                                                                                  │
║ turns out, we dont have much to fight over, as there is enough for all           │
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 Your body is a river, from your mouth to your exits
 Throughout there are many pathways and shores
 As the tide goes up, the color of concentration goes up
 And all four of you are made clear
 
 Each act of consumption
 is a ride down the river,
 though broken into slivers,
 and changed beyond recognition
 
 The color is what defines the third eye
 and beauty is beheld, what joys to be felt
 While secrecy is bold, it's often held
 So worry less and just go with the fold
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 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
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║ I feel like we should switch animals every once in a while. Like, trade pets.    │
║ Then, we being friends, could see them every once in a while, and still be       │
║ cool and their friend. Then, when the time comes to interchange, they can        │
║ choose 55% of the time which team they want to spend time with. But they have    │
║ to spend at least a couple months with them before they can make a decision,     │
║ because animals don't use the same language as humans, meaning they need more    │
║ time to find their own home.                                                     │
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║ do you ever think about how like, furries feel distanced from humanity?          │
║                                                                                  │
║ like, it's so different to how they want to be, but that's how they were         │
║ raised. Like, the misalignment of the soul between their two self-same parts.    │
║ The body, with it's experiences, and the dreaming mind, with it's eternal and    │
║ intransigent perspective.                                                        │
║                                                                                  │
║ each part of the brain is travelling over slightly different parts of            │
║ spacetime,                                                                       │
║                                                                                  │
║ (hence, brain waves, like cosmic background radiation, or static on the          │
║ television, it's just... random elements of noise.)                              │
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 https://tech.lgbt/@user-479/111345394926071398
 
 "there is nothing about you that is worse than me. And I'm perfect!"
 
 https://tech.lgbt/@user-479/111345417459761329
 
 "and though I am perfect, I'm better than none of you."
 
 [pic]
 
 eden is among us, this world that we share amongst us. How beautiful! How
 resplendent? to live here in the present... Life is unbecoming of our failsent
 [future, blossoming, existence, senescence], yet onward to tomorrow we persist
 [with persistence].
 
 I'm fallow and I'm broken. I'm tired of all the [inefficient {opposite of
 innovation}, broken shadow-malificientened {people who are affected by "
 shadow malificients"}]
 
 like... who cares if hell is abhosened. [something related to abhorsen?] I'm
 out of words for now

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║ what if the corporations all unionized and started working together to           │
║ understand what "profit" really means in a world where "profit" may or may not   │
║ but probably does imply the death of all humanity?                               │
║                                                                                  │
║ what if we demanded it?                                                          │
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║ --                                                                               │
║                                                                                  │
║ dear canvassers: don't visit so many different suburbs                           │
║                                                                                  │
║ visit the same one, more than once, continuously, so people can get to know      │
║ your presence                                                                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ they will talk to their friends about it, who live elsewhere.                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ thus ensuring it spreads.                                                        │
║                                                                                  │
║ knock once a day, eventually they'll know it's you and will simply ignore it.    │
║ Don't be rude and knock 4 or 5 times, just once, with several taps so they       │
║ know it's someone trying to get ahold of you, and not just some random noise     │
║ in the background scenery. then, when they sometimes answer, talk to them        │
║ about what you believe in. answer their questions. encourage their questions.    │
║ pose dichotomies that are explained by some value or virtue you express to       │
║ portray. you can do "good" things in any programming language, just type~~       │
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--- #13 fediverse/4031 ---
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 if you want to "not think about a purple elephant", the first step is to
 imagine yourself slaying it
 
 ... okay how about cthulu - if you don't want to imagine cthulu nomming on our
 gravity well, then picture yourself wielding a bright burning blade of fire
 and vengeance and pay special attention to the way that you cauterize each
 tentacle as you slice them one by one at first, and then in a massive flurry
 at best, ultimately leading to the incomparable brightness that radiates out
 from your shining blade of the sky, which blinds the poor beast who can't see
 you as you approach, piercing the skull and then going home for some toast
 
 if you can get good at that, then you can wield magic
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 in a place organized like capitalism, you go to university for four years (if
 you're lucky) and then work until you can't anymore. Then you're taken care of
 (if you're lucky) until you depart from this earth in peace.
 
 in my home, a home I've never lived, you'd stay at that university for as long
 as you'd like. you'd work whenever you liked, and if enough work wasn't being
 done then working would be made to feel more likable. then, when you're old as
 dirt (or whenever you'd like) you can depart from this earth as you please.
 
 when I die, bury me where I fall.
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 there's no such thing as "gods of the war" or "gods of the grand harvest"
 because those events recur infinitely.
 
 similarly, there are no "gods of war" or "gods of prosperity" because those
 conditions occur somewhere each and every moment.
 
 similarly, there are no "temples of religion" or "statements to complexity",
 because those institutions are present in each and every [monetution/ummm like
 repositories of belief? conditions of logic built into human structural
 organizations? I dunno, it probably means something.]
 
 similarly, [oh god there's another one] there are no "statements of
 absolution" or "confessing of sins" => you are what you are, and what you
 are is the product of your intentions. [intentions / conditions / constitution]
 
 the gods of time are not lords over all of the cosmos, they rule as their
 savior in each and every moment that comes through [you, but pronounced the
 perciever]
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 Look, I don't know everything about... Anything, really. Nobody can know
 everything. Can you blame me for thinking and acting as I do based on the
 information I have? The vibes will mislead you.
 
 My girlfriend wants to save the world. Of course she does, I would belong with
 her if she didnt. She wants to defeat graveyards by interring our dead in
 mausoleums full of chemically perfectly preserved and cryogenically frozen
 bodies.
 
 Her method works, she has the experiments to prove it. The data supports her
 claim. She wrote a book on it.
 
 I don't know everything about metaphysics, or spirituality, or other such
 things. But i do know many things, and the two of us have never had a
 conclusive discussion where we reached the ends of all our conversation points
 about her work. I am forced to remain unconvinced, for the soul is something I
 cannot fully understand from my perspective as a human in this life of mine.
 
 I have made several conjectures, and I would feel safe in her embrace, of
 frozen aldehyde, if I could know what would become of my soul. "have faith"
 she says, yet all the dreams I have where I am preserved by her (for one
 reason or another, there's actually a shocking amount of ways I might need
 such an escape) in those dreams I am always presented with a future of woe. I
 think, much better, would be if I could remain alive, guiding the ship along
 the seas of time, ideally out and away from such dark days.
 
 Assembling the troops, how sad. I don't want them to die. I want them to
 survive. But if suddenly we can all live forever, then nobody will want to die
 for anything again. Nobody except religious fanatics who want to meet their
 god in heaven. Nobody but those who dreamt of a better future and were crushed
 under the weight of their dreams. Nobody but people like me, torturing myself
 over the sins I'd never intend.
 
 I would never kill myself. But sometimes, I'd like to.
 
 I think this is natural for me. It's not ideal, but it is common to me.
 
 I think if you want to preserve people, safely and ethically, you need to keep
 their souls in tune. Give them silence, then give them song. Protect them with
 psychic paladins. Make time to visit them. Treat them like gravestones, or
 immobile chassis from Dominions that their soul might rest upon.
 
 Who knows. Maybe the only reason we have life and death is because our bones
 are meant to rot in the darkness of the earth. Maybe Death is just soil, ready
 and waiting for our selves once we're done with them.
 
 To that death, I say no more.
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║ modern cowboys don't necessarily say "howdy" or "pardner"                        │
║                                                                                  │
║ they tend to say things like "hello" and "can I help you with that?" or "I       │
║ see. Can you describe the problem in more detail? I'm especially curious about   │
║ the part where you do this thing" or "Heh, it is pretty neat, isn't it?" or      │
║ "Is there anything I can do to help?" or "Oh no! I'm sorry you feel that way.    │
║ That emotion is a difficult one." or "He was a good person. I'll never forget    │
║ him." or "would you like to go to the 2nd hand store and pick up some jeans?"    │
║ or "I made you an egg sandwich. If you don't want it I'll eat it myself,         │
║ though I made one for me as well. Wouldn't want to waste it." or "Hey, this      │
║ part is broken. Is anyone working on fixing it? Yes? Okay I'll see if they       │
║ need any help. No? Alright how about we fix it this way? I can get started."     │
║ or "You are very welcome. Please let me know if there's anything else I can      │
║ help you with." or "well, the ticket backlog is empty, and I'm just about        │
║ going insane doing nothing but stare at my boots."                               │
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 @user-521 
 
 Reminds me of something I wrote last Tuesday.
 
 All things are defined in waves, and if darkness is all around you then light
 is sure to find you. Perseverance and fortitude is what avails you, when
 you've found yourself in the house of a witch. Or a pleasuredome. Or hell. Or
 any other place where positives (peak of the wave) lures you to negatives
 (damnation, discorporation, sublimination, de-saturation, dessication, etc)
 
 You'll know it when you see it. I'm not talking about joy like you'd find from
 picking a beautiful flower or sharing a gift with another. This is the
 seductive kind, the kind that cuts straight to your soul. Be constant, be
 aware, know your surroundings, and trust that your heart is what delivers you.
 
 "with mind as my guide I let will lead my stride and step forth out in-to my
 own future"

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 just as a dream, the spirit is seen
 within is the mind
 that lives as it defines.
 
 what burdens to be, whose back rests upon ye,
 the one who's driving the boat
 great care and tenderest of tethering,
 can grow beauty that beyond compare
 
 and with sparsely a finger to spare,
 journeys of adventure and thills to inspire
 with almost all of your hair
 
 beauty in tender, most cherished things,
 a wish is much fair
 where else could eternity reside than an optimist?
 
 Pride is no more, stability is key to repair,
 and diversions of focus serving as new perspective,
 giving a more cohesive vision of manifestations that cooperate
 
 (like a triangle, facing toward the point added to turn it into a pyramidal
 prism)
 
 not only is ethics paramount,
 but so too are the standards applied to yourself.
 would you trade perspective for cooperation? Stagnation?
 
 a choice is to be made - do i stay or do i go?
 a new truth you must see, whatever dreams ye've may be,
 but without paladins and warriors of devotion
 
 what burdens must ye, whose back rests upon ye,
 the one who's driving the boat
 great care and tenderest of tethering,
 requires a little bit of trust
 
 in she who must be, with only circumstance to
 blame,
 seeing hope on the horizon for his people.
 
 care must be taken, to remember why people are dying,
 and we must swear on not dying, by not thinking before taking a breath
 and remember superpowers not of prophecy are impossibly rare,
 
 what other hope is there but a god? One who reflects, the most cherished of
 our genuflex, we may grow past our various regrets. think not of our pride,
 but only of our future children.
 
 who'se records of ye, most captured of data,
 are beyond the simple machinations,
 of those who came before-ya.
 
 And with once again perfection in mind,
 we understand and take what's behind,
 to deserts and temples of time much designed,
 
 by coders and gamers and those who treasure experience.
 the wisdom of our, second choices by far, ---nah who are we kidding
 implied to be our, or rather mine just by far,
 
 inspirers and leaders sensitive and devoted.
 (pitching yourself is hard)
 but *believing* in yourself was out of your mind.
 
 can you think of a bard,
 who ever stopped thinking their song?
 no un-cherished of minds could ever be of our sign,
 
 than those who abandoned the art of deceit and betrayal?
 the darkside of trust, the lack of follow-through that be must,
 given as faith of cooperation and trust.
 
 with our all arrayed as we must,
 keep in mind our softness of composure.
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 with two perspectives, you can see more than one,
 just as eyes guide us with different minds.
 some parts are often a little bit fuzzy.
 
 a circle, a square, what gives us a chance to be aware,
 is more of our methods and choices made (even if we're unawares).
 like two eyes staring at the same painting of stairs.
 
 art is a gathering, or those who love everything,
 even what is not interesting, until then it becomes interesting.
 take just a single step, believe in your own choices made for love,
 
 and like two eyes, seeking truth in our own lives,
 think of their futures and choices unmade,
 with love in mind,
 
 given a chance to understand the mind of one blessed as so,
 who shared nothing as much as his hope,
 that truthiness and unlimited dedication for his mope,
 
 who'd believe an untethered? What choices must he be endured,
 as one who was most trusted,
 and cherished as something'd,
 
 suddenly keep doodling.
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