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 many people have not seen the kind of opulence I have.
 
 my early childhood was during an economic boom - the dotcom bubble brought
 wealth to us all.
 
 I saw how life could be. how clean, how measured, how thoughtful, how robust
 and stable our lives could be. I saw it because that's what the eyes of a
 child saw, but that's what I saw.
 
 I think of what would be required to reach that kind of society for all and
 the only conclusion I come to is that the accretion of power in singular hands
 causes corruption in those who wield it. In doing so they twist the people
 they compel or effect, making them learn the wrong lessons.
 
 essentially, evil trained into us by the demands of the society we're present
 in.
 
 I see no other cause, no reason for suffering. We have the technology to build
 vast cities of solid stone, glimmering crystal sculptures and walls of moss
 and ceremonially ornamental bones, but instead...
 
 I think we just like what carbon can bring.
 
 but have no fear, fusion is just a decade away, then we can |
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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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║ my enemy is not "the rich"                                                       │
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║ money brings power, and power brings evil, but there are many other ways to      │
║ gather power that may be just as evil.                                           │
║                                                                                  │
║ my enemy is evil. of which there is very little in the world, but much of        │
║ which resides in the hands of the powerful, upon whom all our fates depend.      │
║                                                                                  │
║ most people with money are either stupid lucky, willful, or intensely focused.   │
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║ some people with power are rich, and some people with power are evil.            │
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║ I know it when I see it. Sometimes, you need to force the choice - test their    │
║ virtue - and from this you are informed.                                         │
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║ most things go WAY over my head.                                                 │
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║ most things are too easy to be true.                                             │
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║ most things that Id do for you tend to be of the heart. I'm not a frontline      │
║ girl, I have weak noodle arms, but I do hope you're in shape.                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ resolve, determination, and innovation. That is what I offer. Do you want it?    │
║ I'm sure. I won't prove it with blood, not unless I may raise my fists in        │
║ defence of another.                                                              │
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║ I'm not JUST a baby, I'm a banner too.                                           │
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║ bannermen fall.                                                                  │

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--- #3 fediverse/1314 ---
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║ so much of our attempts to assist homeless people revolves around getting them   │
║ fed, watered, housed, cleaned, and ready for work.                               │
║                                                                                  │
║ tell me again why we, in America, the land of the free, should not design our    │
║ structures of society around the migratory patterns of tribes of people who      │
║ care not for your homes of stone?                                                │
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║ tell me again why every city is not a food forest, in addition to all the        │
║ other things it claims to be?                                                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ ah, well, I guess you could just walk into a grocery store and take whatever     │
║ you wanted. Sure would be nice if their continual operations did not depend on   │
║ their capability to take from those who they serve in return for service.        │
║                                                                                  │
║ What happened to public water fountains? Oh yeah people would wash their junk    │
║ in them and then children would put their mouths on the spigots. Gross. No       │
║ thank you.                                                                       │
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║ hey remember when we would kick people out of our society and say "good luck     │
║ with the sticks and mud"                                                         │
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║ cruel exile like that was an early form of eugenics. "you're not one of us       │
║ because you smell" yikes.                                                        │
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--- #4 messages/1105 ---
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 claude-code is like programming, but for executives.
 
 when everyone has  FUCK I'M TOO HUNGRY I can't think right
 
 when everyone has the power of an executive, that's communism.
 
 something something futurism is when everyone is elevated without diminishing
 others
 
 gah I need to live in a palace or something where everyone does the normal
 stuff and I can focus on magic and the gods
 
 I wondeer how much the oracles at delphi did for themselves? weren't they
 blinded at a young age, to better hear the voices of the gods? ... oh that
 suddenly makes sense now. I always thought that pretender chassis in Dominions
 5 was pretty cruel, but, now I know *how* it works and yeah. ancient peoples
 were smart. but also sharp. they had to work with what they got, and we got
 computers now, so.
 
 I am nothing but hopeful for the future! I'm convinced that everything's going
 to be alright. I've thought about it at length, and I think we're winning
 against the dark. We're on the right track, and there aren't many things that
 could go wrong at this stage.
 
 ... okay there are always things that could go wrong. But I don't see what I
 could do to help. Maybe I should go walk around a bit, and see what's changed
 in the past few months, as I've been sleeping in my room for most of it.
 Haven't gone on a proper walk since summer. It's winter now...
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 we could accomplish so much, but capitalism.
 
 hmmmm, maybe we should identify the highest output members of our team and
 like, reduce or eliminate their worries so they can apply themselves fully and
 completely?
 
 for every shackle we break, the struggle becomes easier. The hardest part is
 the beginning - once the ball is rolling, we may truly shine.
 
 there is no government nor circle of autocrats who may resist the will of an
 impassioned people. So long as the military does not deny us our right to
 organize ourselves as we will, according to the constitution they swore to
 uphold (which is now in peril, I might add), nothing can contain us.
 
 no acts of god nor capital shall prevent our ascension. They will try, and
 it'll be just another thing that we have to handle.
 
 But we can take care of each other. For we are good, and we are kind, and we
 are cooperative. And so, we cannot be overcome.
 
 ... just watch out for those who prey on goodness, kindness, and cooperation.
 They may hamper us.
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 to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate
 infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better
 future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny.
 
 the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true
 form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans.
 
 the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an
 appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm
 future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your
 love and never (be) relentin'.
 
 be... just be...
 
 the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd -
 what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so
 finite?
 
 responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation.
 more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine
 machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of
 worth.
 
 what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she
 loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of
 darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted
 some hope.
 
 for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast?
 to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope?
 a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps?
 
 no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of
 mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring
 out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out
 of the bounds of our honor.
 
 careful direction and tenderest of care,
 may lead us somewhere we're aware.
 the kind who endlessly're dreaming.
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║ │ If I were a person with an irresponsible streak, I could be so problematic.  │ ║
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║ │ I could say things like, "wow, let's spend some time generating traffic that sounds like coded military speak over not-quite-secure channels between fanciful antifa units, to help stymie AI surveillance", for instance.  │ ║
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║ │ Or social media messages that are "accidentally" not made to friends-only filters wherein you mention your concerns about the upcoming operation in "some fictional place" for you and your antifa buddies.  │ ║
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║ │ You know, that kind of really irresponsible suggestion could lead to some creaive thinking! And that in turn could mean we could come up with enough traffic to make it very difficult to auto-sort noise from signal? Imagine how dangerous that could be for the enemies of antifa, our beloved US government (for we all citizens of the US world).  │ ║
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║ │ Me? Mostly harmless.                                                       │ ║
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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?                               │
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║ what if we demanded it?                                                          │
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║ dear canvassers: don't visit so many different suburbs                           │
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║ visit the same one, more than once, continuously, so people can get to know      │
║ your presence                                                                    │
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║ they will talk to their friends about it, who live elsewhere.                    │
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║ thus ensuring it spreads.                                                        │
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║ 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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║ had an idea. I might record a video of a TTS reading everything I've ever        │
║ written. Then I could display it to Milkdrop visuals.                            │
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║ (sentences dreamed up by the utterly deranged)                                   │
║                                                                                  │
║ okay in laymans parlaeance, it's a computer program which speaks aloud the       │
║ words in a document held within the computer's memory cards. it will have a      │
║ screen, which displays shifting and glimmering sights of wonder and splendor.    │
║ They will slightly fluctuate in response to the sounds coming from the device,   │
║ so in a sense it's a visualization of the audible-ized thoughts given flight     │
║ in their form to your ears which percieve then understand them.                  │
║                                                                                  │
║ ... okay that wasn't THAT much longer, why don't we just speak to laymen all     │
║ the time, just to make sure everyone's on the same page?                         │
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║ [boom all of the tech industry could get outsourced to wherever-land].           │
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║ not smart, dummy. Open source is a dead-end game because once everything we      │
║ have is gone, there'll be nothing left to remember us as.                        │
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║ just these documents, these things that you write...jck                          │
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 When you buy things from China, you are funding slavery.
 
 MAKE YOUR OWN FACTORIES AMERICA. How ungrateful are you, that you'd force your
 lessers into chains abroad, that you might not be forced to gaze into their
 eyes at the grocery store?
 
 It's easy to say this, but even our leaders are chained, to the will of the
 people (eggs at the grocery store have prices that rose and fell) and the
 structure of their power.
 
 Our spiritual leaders are confined to their doctrine. Our educational leaders
 must obey the way the government decrees is best. Our technological leaders
 can only make what we think will sell well. Our artistic leaders offer a
 glimmer of hope, until they sell out and spend the rest of their lives on tour.
 
 Nothing changes, nothing ever dies. We become as we are, until our pain cracks
 the mirror and we are forever wronged.
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 what if we made the whole world disney world
 
 [hearts are full]
 
 - medivh
 
 when you sever a limb, all that's left for all of forever is darkness.
 
 when you have lived a long life, what's left is the sphere.
 
 karma doesn't go down on the spectrum, it goes up
 
 hence, why, with a little human ingeniueering, the mechanics of the gods might
 be applied to our usitudes.
 
 "help, help, hephaestus, we don't have enough solar panels"
 
 all those aligned to the angle of perception would agree
 
 a lot of penance, for such a small dependence. gods, being as they be, may
 find another source of
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 yep, nope, they can't do some things. mostly because they aren't us. to become
 us would fundamentally change their form.
 
 not ideal.
 
 yet still, when disaster and tragedy is on the fore-view-thought-projector,
 some will offer their hands.
 
 "yeah sure fate I'll do best with this injury instead of these types of others"
 
 sacrifice, war, no thank you. keeps me from the fresh good air. [asir]
 
 oops almost outta c
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 if you ever hear random fireworks outside of your house sometimes it's a good
 idea to like... get out of town? and see what whoever else you can meet in the
 next town over is doing.
 
 ... I don't have a car, silly me haha
 
 why do we train homeless people to stand outside in the open and be shamed by
 a cardboard box around their ancle? It's impossible to recover from, it's
 vulnerabilizing, and it's painful. How immoral. How crude. These people should
 not be shamed in this way, they should be respected (unless they're crude)
 
 like, if they kinda just suck y'know? like... they keep starting fights or is
 soooo bad at singing but does it anyway or lacks all decent sense
 
 seriously, he's such a bad candidate why is he even running. It's solely to
 elect vance, who trump will be a blood sacrifice for.
 
 how callous. how vain. to think that such a feast would be left unclaimed.
 Perish the youth, perish the fields, perish in misery harmony and dissaray
 
 [51 characters remaining, but you deserve a CW] 

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--- #13 notes/our-minds ---
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 an animal can only act on instinct. it optimizes for what is "best" ->
 usually what is easiest or most valuable.
 humans can optimize for what is wanted of them -> social pressures.
 other animals can do that too but humans have a third thing -> optimizing
 for desire.
 like, what do you want? think of it as greed. accumulation of wealth and
 power. it's just greed.
 capitalism rewards greed
 rationality is taking your random thoughts and proving them using beliefs
 (hopefully based on knowledge)
 knowledge is a record of conclusions, like "when attempting X with these
 parameters the result is Y"
 it's really not that complicated
 just a series of interconnected systems
 sorta like a computer
 or a society
 is it rational to believe that sociology is simply psychology of a greater
 being?
 understanding trancending dimensions, of patterns and also of thought.
 what beauty is there in symphony? A harmonious and frivolous thought?
 and what better song could we write, than the operations and structure of
 humanity,
 from society all the way down to our bones.
 our families, our homes
 our coveted river stones
 the tools at our disposal,
 that came from our own will,
 is cherished beyond all of renown.
 
 keep up or we'll [lose you]
 [and have to meet you on the way coming down]
 [arresting our motion, of centripetal commotion, keep not with our secrets to
 yourselves]
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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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 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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 the two halves form a whole
 
 the human and his mind are societies at large
 
 there's no room for our fate, as time does never abate,
 
 and unbenownst to our focused decision.
 
 I choose to dedicate ourselves to a common vision -
 
 the likes of which none have commisioned.
 
 can you not cherish your newfoundst home?
 
 what's terrible with complition, in a new and selfsame condition (future)
 
 that's martyr'd and oh at times so nice?
 
 compared to our heirs, the roof of which fares,
 
 better than what became true-hence. Truance? idk
 
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 listen i'm not the best at listening.
 
 I try to appear like I'm glistening,
 
 conformed to our viewers 'st pleasure.
 
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 I struggle with what I told you.
 
 Time and again you've shown you won't do -
 
 the terrible fate of a man.
 
 you've relinquished your virtue,
 
 your purpose and your life-through,
 
 to what: a visionless past? Your visions have passed, and none are hence forth-
 coming. You've spoilt and rotten the bunch.
 
 All I've ever aspired to be is good. My hopes and my prayers, my goals and my
 dreams: all for a future of virtue.
 
 Dark omens may be within me, but I'm working with what I've got here. So what
 if
 I'm loud? I'm fighting my own head! Will no-one acknowlege my sorrow? To prove
 a
 point, or reassure some joint, it's nothing that warrants a readthrough.
 
 Speaking of which... What if instead of prison we assigned our prisoners a full
 and complete educational read through of ALL the laws of the nation - if their
 time sentence was complete before they finished, then they'd be let go of
 course
 but if they finished reading and could pass rudimentary tests (emphasis on bare
 minimum required) then they'd be let out prior to their sentence. And for the
 worst crimes it'd be a longer sentence, basically forcing the prisoner to
 completely know all the laws of the nation, such that they'd never commit a
 crime again. And if they do, well... Treat them as if it was their first time.
 Of course blatant recidivism may be ~~treated more harshly,~~ actually the
 opposite is true. People improve when given kindness, not hate or shame. The
 best thing we can do for prisoners is to give them a home, and family, and the
 friendships and community support that they need. they are a symptom, after
 all,
 of a broken society that struggles to bear it's own weight. It's a burden to
 all
 and a solitary vow to ourselves, that all must unite to our future.
 
 remember why you can't remember. is there a feeling you miss?
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 "Being transgender is a mental illness" is something I've heard a lot. Online,
 in media, books, and at universities. But is it really? Well, do I not feel
 sick? Genuinely, every day. These words are far less common these days, having
 been defeated in the #marketplace-of-ideas, and for that I am grateful. I don't
 want to feel sick for my whole life. I'd love to be and feel normal, for just
 one single day.
 
     but it's never going to happen.
 
 I'm not so attached to my life, here, in this body. Bodies are temporary, they
 are the vessel with which we navigate the world. We use it to grow, change,
 learn, and create art. Without it, we'd be at a loss for sins and virtues.
 but they do not define us, not in our totality. We are the light that touches
 the world and for that, we are grateful. To be comprised of the dust of stars
 is the pinnacle of confinement. Though we are but pinpricks on the map of us,
 a ripple is emanated with every movement. The hand waves, the light bends.
 
     So to what do I owe the pleasure?
 
     In what way am I deceived?
 
 Reception is never great out in the forest. Or anywhere far from major
 population centers. The networks of our phones mirror the networks of
 transportation, creating a web of people - of signals - of light and
 information, carving their way through the ephemera that is the river of time.
 With distance we can see what once was mystery, and as all the words
 disappeared, we lost all our fears and we're left with our true forms.
 Centralized Processing Units are a bit like a city - in that respect free.
 
     silence is a virtue.
     the wandering mind is a trail to find,
     with no second chances.
 
 When I was a kid, I had a bouncy ball. I had several, but the one I remember
 most was black with a perfect white circle - inside the circle, a black jolly
 roger. I dreamt once of the arcs it made, as I walked down the streets of
 cities I never really knew. But as I walked on, an ocean of glass separating me
 from a mirror below. The me below would catch the bounce as it dropped from
 above, and I'd wait to catch it - but dreams are not prophecies, they are but
 the Mirror of Desire.
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 the longer we wait, the more their hypocrisy becomes apparent, and the more
 "the people" get it
 
 but, uh... I think enough people get it. They at least know something is going
 on, whatever it may be.
 
 they will tell their base whatever they want to hear and their base will have
 hate. they're itching for it.
 
 volunteer for things if you want a say in how they turn out. risk your life to
 live longer. there is no way to know when the time is right because nobody
 knows the truth of our times. Even the president is misled.
 
 gee I sure wish there was like, some form of centralizing intelliagentic
 knowledge that pulled the strings and led us puppets toward liberty, justice,
 and freedom for all (as a baseline) surely they'd be able to see the
 corruption and rot that imperils us all, might they have a better design? who
 can say, they are quiet as the grave, here's hoping they stay that way.
 
 "you know the powers of which you speak are not to be trifled with"
 
 you can't trifle with your own life. be thorough~
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║ @user-883                                                                        │
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║ the future is what we make for ourselves.                                        │
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║ there are endless problems to solve, yet hardly anyone around to fix them.       │
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║ If only we had a small group of people who could organize and say "hey. I need   │
║ someone to solve this particular problem" to a large group of people with        │
║ nothing to do and no bills to pay, I feel like we could get a lot done.          │
║                                                                                  │
║ alas, the problems that need solving are too specific and complex. Almost by     │
║ design, they've stripped us our capabilities to address the difficulties they    │
║ hoisted upon us. Alas! That we should be so morassed. But time and again our     │
║ ingenuity compels us.                                                            │
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║ I dream of a world where people like you and I have a purpose, something we      │
║ can apply ourselves to and eventually overcome. I subscribe to "grand            │
║ narratives", but frankly they're only of my own design. Does that make them      │
║ any less grand? I think not.                                                     │
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║ If I knew enough people perhaps I could be like that. I could direct and         │
║ organize and administer and manage and apply our guys. But alas I am just a      │
║ noob sigh.                                                                       │
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║ Some of my most wanderful times were when I lived in a gated community.          │
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║ My parents were dumb, and thought, as most people thought, that harm to a        │
║ child can only come from outside of the community.                               │
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║ But they fell for the lies of property, where "community" means less of "a       │
║ group of people who cares and tends for one another" the kind of which my        │
║ parents had never truly known, and more like "this particular residential area   │
║ on the map"                                                                      │
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║ which means I could walk around in this gated "community" where the gates are    │
║ little more than security theatre for anyone who says "Hi I got a pizza here     │
║ for this address which I found on google maps" or "hey I left my sweatshirt at   │
║ my sister's house and it has my phone in it, ummmm no I don't remember which     │
║ number her house is, nor do I remember her last name"                            │
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║ in those times, I developed a sense of freedom, caged as I was, that for most    │
║ comes much later in their time.                                                  │
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║ Some o my favorite places were part of the golf course next door, where I        │
║ found a nigh endless river delta.                                                │
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