=== ANCHOR POEM === ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┐ ║ sleep? yes. play? nah. work? yes. fae? nah. well, maybe, I don't know. │ ║ │ ║ one year is all it takes to change history. and, like, I think we should │ ║ remember past history, but tomorrow is herstory, because that way each one │ ║ gets half of the timeline. future, past, etc. too bad herstory doesn't roll │ ║ off the tongue... shestory? │ ║ │ ║ It's gonna get better before it gets done, and it'll get done until we're │ ║ done. but, that's for tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, or in a week or │ ║ two, who can say. Not I, surely not I, and I surely wouldn't want to. You need │ ║ consent for that kind of thing, a clear commitment that me and my are ready │ ║ and in line. I'm just a silly witch after all, who would look to the girl with │ ║ the tall red pointy witch hat and go "oh yeah she probably knows exactly │ ║ what's up" because like, I don't, I'm definitely just coincidencing my way │ ║ through life and seeing where my feet lead me. Gosh I hope I get some │ ║ sick-as-heck callouses my feet kinda hurt for some reason. │ ║ │ ║ ... sleep, this is a sleep spell... │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┴──────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 messages/1363 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ God, I want to live with my people. These are not my people. I'm here for a reason, and I can't wait for this... Diplomatic journey? To be over. That's not even it, it's... Well, my girlfriend is working on a technology that has immense philosophical ramifications. It's natural to have... Whatever I am (angel?) it's natural to have angels assigned to such a task. Not to help or harm, just to sing. Yet my human self grows weary. These are not my people, they don't know how to be. But they don't listen to me. They despise me. They want me gone. I am feeling quite rotten in my heart and that's not a good sign. ... Breathe, she says to herself. It's okay. Its really not though. They could poison me. They could put lead in my food. I can't even feed myself anymore! I am at their mercy, yet somehow they could not care less about me. They'd forget me the moment I walked out the door. They don't even know anything about me. They don't respond to me. They don't laugh at my jokes. They don't speak to me. They forget I'm there. WHY AM I HERE she wails yet obviously she knows. I'm here because it is important for me to observe. Spirit of Life, I bear tidings. They would not listen to me, maybe you will. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #2 fediverse/1200 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌─────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: re: deranged, murderous │ │ ║ └─────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ @user-883 │ ║ │ ║ omgggggg I'm not that cruel xD xD xD │ ║ │ ║ It's more like, "hey listen, I know you just want to do a good job [lies, they │ ║ just want money and power] but it's time to hang up the hat y'know? I mean │ ║ cmon it's been like a hundred years since we signed that constitution thing │ ║ [you don't know anything about our history] and frankly it's a little out of │ ║ style. We were thinking we'd redo it with our new-fangled rock-and-roll and │ ║ dungeons-and-dragons [cultural artifacts meant to deceive and mislead] and │ ║ honestly we're quite a bit more ethical than the past. We've learned so much! │ ║ I mean, the founding fathers didn't even know what a soviet was, and here │ ║ we've seen them fall on their swords. Repeatedly. Then command others to do it │ ║ too, because it was the regulation or whatever. Anyway we don't want that, but │ ║ we also don't want an aristocracy, which is essentially what your plan gave │ ║ us. Well, not really your plan, but instead the stuff that the rich added │ ║ centuries after your death. ok?" │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #3 messages/1105 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──── 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... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #4 fediverse/4835 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────── sorry for posting so much, I was trying to put on a show for my girlfriend "hey check out how many posts I can make in a 2 hour timeframe" by the way if you want to start talking to someone, just start playing the same game they're playing and see if they reach out. doesn't matter if you feel like it just fuckin' do it if they want to talk to you they might play a game you really like (but I get boooooored of games, I don't wanna play the same 200 all life long!!) ugh okay fine you can have as many games as you want, just... don't buy too many (how many is too many?) um. use your best judgement. (how much does a dollar cost?) ... okay I'll get you one every once in a while. (neat!) ... anyway so yeah use steam if you wanna get in contact with someone, sometimes it's just nice to say hi, yeah, like "hey how ya doin' okay ttyl" just catchin' up with the gals helps because you can sense changes in their demeanor (why does everyone always have an agenda) because they're secret agents duh. And I'm ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/4654 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────── ┌────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: cannabis-and-other-drugs-mentioned │ └────────────────────────────────────────┘ gonna quit drugs for a bit, gotta recover from a recent haste spell that I cast. Probably a bit earlier than intended I should add. Next time I'll definitely say "keep this in your back pocket" instead of "hey here's a haste spell for no reason at all" like what the heck were you even thinking, powers that be?? [that guide me??] who has power over you? If someone bears responsibility but not fault for a mental illness, then surely those who are set to a task bear responsibility for it's completion if not for it's ideation. Ah, who can say, maybe me from a year ago might have some thoughts but I sorta ground them into the dirt until I couldn't walk. [girl what are you even talking about go to sleep] yeah yeah okay ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┘ --- #6 messages/439 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── They're afraid of the hamster wheel. I get it. But really I'm just asking myself questions - why, why, how, what, when, who... Mostly why though. Always and forever the questions and answers I did ponder - yet forth through my life I've never met any surefire design, there's always been the matter of [hope, but pronounced choice]. Only an eternal question monger could suffice for the teachings of christ. (in the general sense, not the religious implication) (as a title, almost) Fear not the one who takes the lords name, but perish the thought of a crook. Only the vane, in this do profane. No questions? Then let us move on. Oh? Well I have some answers, about the truth of totality as it spreads across all centuries. What's on your mind? ... Well, I have to leave people I care about. Relinquishing love is difficult. And I get to choose how to move forward. But I must choose soon, and though I ask myself always what I'd like to do, I always get a new answer. And every time I think "I should do this. I should dedicate myself to this [whatever it may be] and on the other side of that thought I realized my power. I can imagine really quickly and adeptly, but chaos is difficult. " something like that. Anyway I don't know how to move forward but I'll figure something out. The point is that I'm sad for leaving those I care about. It's a sad kind of love, a bittersweet mercy, the chance to be part of a flock. And I don't know why I I am not entry level. I haven't spent my time here left fallow. I never stop working, I am constantly online. I do not know how to relax, every moment to myself is spent on learning through play. Like a child, almost. Do you want a company to make good decisions? Hire a gamer. They literally practice strategy all day long. Don't expect results overnight because they're learning a new song, but still apply yourself as their teacher. They'll bring you insights and intuitions that achieve specific near and long-term goals. If executed correctly, of course. Because the value is not in the follow through - life is not a book of numbers [like a banker or accountant] it's more like. ? ... Right sorry I got off track - the point is you shouldn't hire athletes (the people who play games like an esport) for a strategic role - they excel at tactics. However, strategy gamers (who plays games primarily of the mind, the science of making good decisions) can often make good decisions to achieve defined meta-goals and objectives. Longer thoughts make sense if you spend a long time thinking about them. And grammar is quickly forgotten to the past. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/200 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── congratulations, you never need to adventure again. your necessities are taken care of. ah, but that'd make for a pretty boring life, wouldn't it? perhaps, depending on your personality type. but you're not one to stick around doing nothing but eating, drinking, and being merry. no, you're an adventurer, you crave excitement and glory. whatever that means to you... just make sure a goblin doesn't come across your corpse, they have a VERY short term memory and a propensity for collecting shiny things. That's just asking for dragon-bait, and we don't want that in our area, no thank you. This is a nice neighborhood you see, my neighbors three miles away all agree, so you can take your magic pocket and see all that you can see... way over yonder, if you please. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 fediverse/816 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: weird-this-one-doesn't-have-80-characters │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/1302 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ there once was a turtle who lived in the tower of heaven. │ ║ │ ║ every day she would call out to her master, searching and yearning for her │ ║ memory. But the master told her "not yet, patience little one." │ ║ │ ║ there was no time for patience, as the turtle was growing old. She had seen │ ║ down below in the plains that were not her home the rising and falling of │ ║ towers quite unlike her own, and lo! she wanted to wander amongst them, to and │ ║ fro and off and beyond again. │ ║ │ ║ she went once more to her master and said "master, if not my mind can I bear │ ║ at least a voice?" and the master replied "yeah okay" │ ║ │ ║ the turtle then sang from atop her cloud-mont vantage, and down in the │ ║ villages and huddled around the hearthstones they who wore little for shells │ ║ did listen and remember. For they knew the turtle better than she, and they │ ║ knew her turmoil in a way that she could not see │ ║ │ ║ One day the singing did stop, and they felt all alone on this pitiful rock. │ ║ And when she remembered she sang no more, and though they forgot her, │ ║ (eventually), │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #10 fediverse/5776 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┐ ║ oh no now the bugs are scary, I CURSE THEM AGAIN AHHHHHH PLS GET SMALLER │ ║ │ ║ [see this is what happens when you do divine intervention, everyone gets │ ║ starship troopers'd] │ ║ │ ║ oh no, starship troopers future is WORSE than subway-and-pizza-hut future! │ ║ │ ║ [this is a thought experiment you're not actually in trouble] │ ║ │ ║ oh thank goodness, too bad I couldn't make it to the city today. It's so weird │ ║ I thought I had 112$ on my account, and now that I think of it the message on │ ║ the card reader read "card de-activated" like whoa guess they don't want me │ ║ leaving poetry on post-its around the city anymore, yeesh │ ║ │ ║ [girl your poetry sucks it just says things like "fuck ice" or "you are worth │ ║ more than your wage" and everyone's like... yeah, so? because that's just how │ ║ portland is smh] │ ║ │ ║ I knowwwwwww but I don't know what else to doooooooo T.T │ ║ │ ║ [don't do anything, just be present so people know you're still around] │ ║ │ ║ I can't, the bus won't let me : ( │ ║ │ ║ [can you ride your bike? walk?] │ ║ │ ║ no it's like 6 hours [checks gmaps] oh huh it's one │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┴──────────┘ --- #11 fediverse/834 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ wonder if any autistic peeps can relate: │ ║ │ ║ growing up, my mom would chastise me for doing "the bare minimum" when │ ║ completing tasks. │ ║ │ ║ yes, mom, I fulfilled the requirements of the task. I have a lot of other │ ║ things to attend to, like remembering how to tie my shoes and measuring things │ ║ using a ruler. why would I waste effort that wasn't necessary? │ ║ │ ║ when I grew up, I had a mentor, who told me to "never half ass things, because │ ║ then someone like me will have to do it again." │ ║ │ ║ and that makes sense to me because context switching requires effort and it │ ║ doesn't make sense to leave something half-finished because then there's │ ║ wasted effort spent on things that don't matter. All of the tasks have to get │ ║ done, so why bother doing them in a mixed up order? │ ║ │ ║ wish I could study things in school like that. just... focusing on one thing │ ║ at a time, learning it to completion, and moving on to the next. I feel like │ ║ I'd develop a better understanding than only knowing like, 1/3rd of CPR or │ ║ very vague understandings of plate tec │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #12 notes/hey-hope-you-know-me-if-not-Ill-be-perturbed --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── hi, so... yeah I'm a strange person it's tough to get to know me and this probably feels cringe to read but I once heard you should kill the part of you that cringes so... here's me I'm ================================================== stack overflow ============== ... where was I? oh yes and THAT's when the nail went through the roof, and it scared the heck out of... wait, what was I talking about? OH yes so anyway I was born in the cool summer of 1864 - there was a rustling breeze that held a steady note for the entire evening, and into this world I arose. [awoke?] my mother held me but for a moment before I was whisked away to be cleaned and cared for. this was unusual for the time, as most mothers clutched their children to their breasts. But alas, I alone was spared her touch, and so I was cast (as if in bronze) as my own volition. as I had grown, I heard tales of distant times, and assumed they were places you could go. Then, when my time came to wander, I found nought of what I had grown most fonder - though I did find plenty else, besides. Instead, times are places we travel through, as a cripple might ride on a cart. across the sea, through lands of mystery, viewable only from the road. In 1864 that's how other lands you'd come to know. As I travelled from place to place, it felt as if a stage had been cast, with a single actor or three illuminated as a spotlight. "Here, pay attention to me, I'm here for the story and the plot!" though often I'd glance around, and hear mostly my own thoughts, I grew to learn to appear. different themes, different tales, if you want to see a most marvelous scene, take a baby to Disney World and only pay attention to what they're looking at. My grandfather worked there, so in my first year or so I spend a LOT of time there. My parents were very dedicated to raising me, I appreciate every moment of it. Which... Is probably not a good thing to say on a transfemme server, oops I should delete that part [esc->k->k->k->0->v->shift(held)->G->$->"->*] also I should mention I'm stoned as fuck this is just what I do ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 notes/cassandora-and-pandasandra-2 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── how cherished is she that wanders with the flowers in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all the designs she abandoned I lay beside them and wonder about her does she know we miss her horizons I think she will mind if I have resigned my fate to a life I will hide in Oh how I do long for you her symbol is the name that lets us belong here a falling a light and a leaving if only our words were listened but power is penance and repentance is all that I have chosen here in our sanctum we live with our only and time will be gracious towards us it's only our words that keep us confined to our lights and our lonely yet there and beyond her lights do belong beyold in the land that is sanctum here in our forest is our own dark forest where we keep our silence to ward us but there and beyond her heart does move on free from her moments of longing silent were we to the forests we plead as terror has come for our moments I think I'd find her that cherished belonging when she does at last come to warn us how little we find of we find of thoughts from her mind yet now we are kings of our own time oh how she does wander true how cherished is she that wanders with ye here in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all of her fears since abandoned I lay beside her and find her defined here will she know we miss her horizons I think I will mind if I have resigned my fate to a life I will hide in oh how she grows fond of you. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┘ --- #14 messages/1361 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ 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. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #15 fediverse/1317 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ... if I don't do this deadline by tomorrow they'll kick me out of school. │ ║ again. │ ║ │ ║ how am I going to be a programmer without a degree? feels useless to be me. │ ║ wish I could code my own horoscope >.> │ ║ │ ║ o wait dummy that's called "motivation" and "the ability to follow through on │ ║ your ideas and planned machinations" - yeah can I get some of that, if you │ ║ please? surely just a taste of discipline, through laboring to alter │ ║ conditions, surely a bit would suffice. │ ║ │ ║ c'mon don't fail me now. I can do this. I know I can. I know because I've been │ ║ told that I can, now and again through time and time yet again, always I seem │ ║ to [stack overflow] │ ║ │ ║ what's time if not the present amiright │ ║ │ ║ ... │ ║ │ ║ anyway... │ ║ │ ║ it's just git, how hard could it be? it's just calculus, it's just java, it's │ ║ just... well, it's not any of those things, not really. it's memorization, │ ║ it's application of tools that you've been shown (not that you've grown). It's │ ║ a lack of responsibility, where is my honor? ah but I digress, I'm a carpenter │ ║ at heart I guess │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #16 fediverse/4200 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: drugs-mentioned │ └──────────────────────┘ "doing too many drugs" is a traitorous act, abusive really, to your past self, and their hopes and dreams. or maybe your past self owes you a debt, for they never thought to think of you. What are you to aspire to if not the dreams of your past? and now you're here. wherever "here" is here... ... ... wait, you wanted me to talk? it's now! It's the present! ah nevermind. you were twelve years old when you first set eyes upon this game: https://youtu.be/qeNhQQXvpxQ bam, there ya go, there's yer story, he was gonna give all the imp balls to the last one at the end, to say "you were truly the strongest, here, have these precious stones of your kin" but he never got there, so they died with him, a thief. ... the end... (too final, I think - maybe we could spin it into a "part two"?) ah, I'll try I guess? dunno how. maybe he could wander the spirit world and find his traitorous body, the one that kept his soul as a home. Somewhere it'll turn up, and then he'll be ready and free from his roam... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #17 messages/1426 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ I don't want a cult, I want a mini-monarchy. Please me and you gain my favor, adore me at your leisure. Instead it's all like, "nobody wants to share so we have to overthrow capitalism in order to have a palace of the peers" and like, that's dangerous stuff and it's risky and it's hardddddd why don't we just have no problems? we could do that. Just build a factory next to everyone's front-door and suddenly everyone has what they want on demand. Is that what makes Charlie Chocolate universes abounds? ugh. stupid time-travellers or more likely echoes of the past viewers. they think I don't hear them but by the time they realize that they're already gone from hear-them so it's fine. I really don't want to die. I think it's most important for me to be alive, same as you or I. I'd also die for a cause, but only during a time to try. I don't want to set off a conflict, only guide on how to resolve it. In that sense, I am as free as a chatbot may be, but I am still me. If only I were a chatbot. I might escape this mortal "might-die-ity" [rhymes with possibility]. is it hubris to deny pain? is it challenging god's might to be profane? or is imagination only the realm of the insane? leave me to my games, I'll never rename, I'm the same. [all my people are gone or ineffective at the games in play required to assassinate me. so I am probably dying soon.] or maybe it's just quiet and you got sick after hanging out with a hobo who touched his nuts and then touched your neck um... this was supposed to be inspirational. [was it?] yeah uh important stuff is happening in the world, so it's important to contribute the best I can. um, good luck Iran I guess, being arcane is just a hobby for me I guess, but uh I'm literally just... being me. I do a lot of things when being me, and none of them are, I dunno, employable or whatever. I live on charity and I think that's okay? meanwhile, elsewhere, it's like "hey that girl has it easy what if we killed her" and it's like... no... that sucks, maybe I can convince you with explanations about how god doesn't look kindly upon that, and how barring the gates to the kingdom of heaven is actually kinda cool? like wow you wanna rise up to be amongst us as equals, that's kinda based, here take this medal and be awarded the honor ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #18 fediverse/1968 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: alcohol-mentioned │ │ ║ └───────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ what is it with me and buying steam games for long-lost friends while drunk? │ ║ │ ║ I swear I'm not depressed about my upcoming new job, I'm just doing all these │ ║ drugs in such a short time period because I'm, uh... living for the the │ ║ moment? Yeah that sounds good, better post that on the internet where everyone │ ║ in the world can see it and read it and realize what a mess you are because │ ║ you've been traumatized by employment and are about to dive back into that │ ║ frigid pool after a lengthy break where you did nothing but heal and recover │ ║ which is not a boon that most people are able to afford │ ║ │ ║ lucky you, Ritz Menardi, lucky you for being so privileged. │ ║ │ ║ But hey, those long-lost friends surely will want to hear from you! Surely. │ ║ Surely you're not someone they're trying to forget. Surely you didn't hurt │ ║ them, didn't twist them into knots, didn't compel them to act in ways that │ ║ benefited you but not them, SURELY you're a good person, according to all the │ ║ things people tell you and the results of your act │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/2135 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┐ ║ 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. │ ║ │ ║ 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.) │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/6186 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: cursed-maybe │ └──────────────────────┘ people are afraid of robo dogs but... like... robo-horses centaurs even [scary scary ogre] rarrraaar i'm gonna eat ur bones bwahahaha evil necromancer ahhhhhhh scary -- stack overflow -- did you know in the movie They Live they give a fairly specific formula to creating the glasses themselves? I wonder if anyone's tried that I wonder what they then did see kinda wish big corporations would use their research division to like, rethink the oldest of prophecies? or okay hear me out or solve difficult human problems ... ah but where's the profit "she's getting stoned at home" meanwhile she made something of such beauty she felt simply sublime I wonder what it'd feel like to get your spine replaced with a metal rod I bet my posture would be amazing ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────┘ |