=== ANCHOR POEM === ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┐ ║ @user-1731 │ ║ │ ║ stand up, put your hands on your knees. It's about that high. Think about your │ ║ bedroom, or if you're already there think about your kitchen. If you were │ ║ standing in your kitchen and the grass was growing there, it'd peek just over │ ║ the bed, or maybe climb just this far up the cabinets. │ ║ │ ║ it's dark green. Can you see anything dark green around you? It's that color. │ ║ If not, can you remember a dark-green thing? What did it look like? │ ║ │ ║ The very tops, the part by your hand that's on your knee, that's the purple │ ║ part. Just at the tip of the blade, the part that would stab you if the grass │ ║ was a sword, that's the purple bit. Everything else is dark green. │ ║ │ ║ I wonder how it sways in the wind? Does it bend, and whip? What if there's a │ ║ gale? Does it sway back and forth, or is it stiff and shiver like dead leaves │ ║ on a tree? │ ║ │ ║ imagination comes from questions, and the subsequent development of │ ║ instinctual subconscious questions like this. What lies in the gaps? what if │ ║ we colored outside the lines? what more to see? │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┴──────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 notes/one-day --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── one day, a man came to our saloon. He said he knew the navy, and that they wanted to provide air support in the form of rocketball-launched explosion doohickeys. Would you have a foe in mind? what happens when tomorrow you're cooking briskets? -- barbeques are a type of relaxation that happened just one day to a port-sided town that suddenly was the capital of an embassy. "hey, so... how's it goin?" "quick here take this envelope, read it if you want, but just hold onto it for now I don't have enough hands [to carry]" "what sort of desperation plot... wait... hang on, I see something here that is true." [I'm praying, right now, which is a form of reciprocal belief] they wanted to test god's existence at the stake of earth's survival, how brutal how insane you can't play chicken with an imperceptibility, sometimes you feel it at face. channeling dark magics, and at this hour? what sort of skeptic of belief are you thinking of when you think about me? one way to get power is to "prove it" one way to get magic is to "prove it" think, hard, at all that you can, and use what you need in the moment. that's all there is to life. it's easy. it's simple. in fact, biology only works because the choices available to a bacteria are so simple, they are essentially chemical reactions to each other's co - sequent - inter - cooper - actions. people's choices are much more naiive, "I want this thing" "I think this is better" "I feel this way toward this thing" "Here's what's on the mind-logbook" "people search and be decieved, this is the way of things" "this makes me remind myself of a object I once saw, here's how it functioned" "no one reads this" scaryyyy. so glad it's not true. a couple people have read it! I swear it's true. at least, some of it. there's a lot sucks because this feels like... crucial? like nothing else matters but this? what if our gangs had rocket launchers and airstrikes, given out by a central authority who knows logistics better than anything what... would they do? thinking of impossiblities is the first step toward possibilities frankly, we have a lot of space. we could just... live in our own petty kingdoms ruled by an iron-hand-fist. I know I'm a good person, I could definitely rule. that's all it takes, right? how much space are we talkin'? however much is not needed for wildlife. [a whole heck of a lot then] we are constrained in these suburb cities, the density gives rise to our strength and our towers. there's more space, sure, especially once the fences are downed. Just be careful because there's a lot of shade and precious spots there. Please don't trample on the plants-grass. what if everyone were just a bit more mobile? what if we could live in our own collectively owned air-bnb-networks? federations, free, all from the collectivization of housing. camrene = vavadane = neekay = mitz renaldi [end/tend/mend] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/2431 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┐ ║ the fly taps the window, to be let out. │ ║ │ ║ the door is just over there, from which blows fresh and clean air. │ ║ │ ║ yet the fly taps the window. │ ║ │ ║ do I get up, to let him out, with a cup and paper? if so, there'll be more │ ║ flies, tapping on the window. but a fly will be free. │ ║ │ ║ do I remain, and let him struggle in vain? to do otherwise is to act against │ ║ it's nature. the nature of a fly is to tap at windows, which is a nature we │ ║ humans created with false illusions of free and open air - a window is natural │ ║ now, yet the fly remains, tapping on the window. │ ║ │ ║ give or take a million years, and a fly would adapt to our windows. they'd │ ║ grow smarter, or bolder, or simply would search for doors through which │ ║ breathe fresh and clean air. │ ║ │ ║ but that fly won't live for a million years, and neither will I nor the │ ║ window. yet flies, I's, and windows remain. │ ║ │ ║ am I the fly, tapping without success? I yearn for the rapidly warming sky. │ ║ │ ║ am I the window, showing visions of false success? I wonder when I will die. │ ║ │ ║ or am I as I am, just I. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #3 notes/what-is-on-your-mind-oh-gosh-now-i-see --- ═════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────── that feeling i get, when nobody's watching. is sorta similar to the feeling i get when somebody's watching. could it be, that someone could percieve without being seen? like... an invisibility cloak. or the shroud that protects young children. have you ever been hunted? or are you just eager prey? the eyes that are on you are blind to what you won't do, so cherish that love and restart from mine to thine we realize we are one kind. one mind, one kind, to be is not to be, now we can see what's our existence. good versus evil seems like a conflict to me, and wouldn't ya know it there's conflict all over. it's easy to condemn your opponent to the starkest of contrasts, but find in your heart a feeling that might last. what purpose has conviction when it leads to destruction is it not better to lead to the last? bright, shining, illustrious examples that inspire and =============================================================================== = those feelings you hear? the things that keep you up at night? they're not coming from your ears. they're all in your mind. stay present and you'll hear none, but blink and then there's some, you better believe in your heart. morality is a battle within the soul of each of us - the call of adventure versus lust. think about it. a bunch of apes all hanging out - they're conquered the world, they have nothing to fear - what would they do but fuck? that, or exploration - fighting against monsters and foreign invasions. it makes sense that they'd be binary - humans truly are. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/5149 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────── I'm picturing a building with stone outer walls and glass inner/ceiling. there are drapes along each of the glass's edges, that hide things from the cavalcade [continue this later it's a cool picture] -- stack overflow -- zines about how to chop wood or how to build a shelter are infinitely more useful than agitatory pieces. but fire is what we need, so perhaps agitation indeed. -- stack overflow -- does the queen watch each of her pawns fall in her stead? or are they faceless,/`beyond her own head? it never came easy to me, this feeling of mysteries. yet somehow I'm now more alive than dead. power is penance, after all. "hey man hows it going?" "I'm doing fine, how are you?" "well, I ran out of gas, and I need to find a way to get more." "I see. If I were in your situation, I'd ask people around for some petty cash. people still carry coins these days don't they?" "I uh, what? no, not really. so you can just ask people for things?" "yep, it's really quite simple. would you like me to follo ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/4031 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── 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 ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┘ --- #6 messages/433 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── What if wind was fake and its really the ghost of the waves from the shore? What if trees moved on their own, to gesture at the feelings around them? What if the sky was home to the clouds, and we who look upward are given the treat to know them? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/4676 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────── ... but I needed to choose lawful-good at character creation in order to play a paladin. the guard looks at you with confusion, decides you're hallucinating and dangerous (because of the sword) and forcibly detains you wait, what did you think I was going to say? Did you think I was going to advocate for crimes on a public forum?? what am I a gopher? do you take me for a lemur in jamaica? am I truly so triceratops to you that you'd think I'd do something so washing machine? Get real, I'd never byzantium my way into such a utterly coherent and clearly intentional and not at all arcane situation. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┘ --- #8 messages/1270 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── "this is too easy" thought the one guys to another, as they glanced about at their trending behavior. -- stack overflow -- sorry I had to interrupt: "what if you used scissors or a knife to cut your diapers and then saw what kind of plants would grow in what conditions?" I betcha could evolve an organism (careful, might be small) that could grow from plastic. I wonder what their fruit would be used like? anyway, as I was saying, if you ever notice that your mortal foes aren't putting up much of a fight, chances are you're being used to do evil. Keep yourself awares, but do research-thought-imagines about the nature of goodness. Picture yourself from the perspective of your foes. Develop conceptions of justice. Validate through mutually experimental contests of charms. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┘ --- #9 fediverse/5915 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────── washing dishes without a dishwasher is a pain in the neck. nobody cuts down trees with an axe anymore, a chainsaw is better for your back. It's nice, fun, and helpful to be able to abstract away your spheres of concern like typing with a single button instead of writing characters with multiple brushstrokes. Easy to erase, too! bikes are better than walking, but, with some extra concerns. where are ya gonna put it when you get there? "oh no I forgot how to walk because texting my girlfriend is bicycling or something" what? oh dear, she's run off track again, let's pick her up and put her upright again..: oh huh weird where was I - oh yes computer code can often be impenetrable to the layperson, but if you describe a program in complete detail in english they can usually follow along. Especially if you have several layers of meta-descriptional documents so they can say "oh uh-huh so that's what a vector_implementation_container is, tell me more about combinatrix" or whatever ppl say, idk ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────┘ --- #10 messages/1460 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ "hello, if you make my hat in leather and red, I'll wear it around town in the rain and tell people where it came from" "no no it's okay if my sides get a bit rained on, I'll learn how to use it to stay warm." "hi, can you make it 2 inches here and a bit thicker here?" "sure I'll show you how I wear it. Here's some things that I wear alongside it." ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #11 fediverse/835 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: suicide-mentioned-graphic-climate-change-politics-capitalism-existential-NSFL │ │ ║ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ they say if you take wayyyyy too much tylenol, with alcohol you'll die. │ ║ │ ║ what they don't tell you is that you'll wake up in a hospital bed where a │ ║ doctor tells you that you have two weeks to live. And it's going to be │ ║ intensely painful in a way that isn't affected by painkillers. │ ║ │ ║ It's a terrible way to go. Absolutely dreadful. Worse than drowning. │ ║ │ ║ Kinda makes me wonder how we'll feel if capitalism kills us from suffocating │ ║ on our own fumes. Will we notice in time? or will we spurn the "doctors" yet │ ║ again as we hear "oh hey another degree celsius, you only sorta know what that │ ║ means, you don't even really know how to spell it. But yeah that's... some │ ║ amount of degrees, going up on average in the world. Heh oh well... │ ║ │ ║ meanwhile your oxygen forests are burning │ ║ │ ║ if evil had a while, it'd do all that it could to bring an end to man. │ ║ │ ║ I heard carbon % in air causes psychotic symptoms in humans. wonder if maybe │ ║ the best day to plant a tr │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #12 notes/once-and-again --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── once and again, she went walking with a friend, away and up and down, out from the edge of our town they climbed up to a tree and there they could see far and away in the light of the day he said to her then, this is all there is to see the land where we are and the sky from afar how perfect is the, form of a cloud she could see but now it's along and beyond her a camera for she, and an eye for she as their two feet did bring her to wander under a big tree where my heart did believe that something was pulling her yonder "take naught from this scene, as our minds reconvene, and no-one was going to remember" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/2530 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┐ ║ I want to go out on the town with my cute friends and wink at boys at the │ ║ other end of the bar │ ║ │ ║ I want to climb mountains and see how far I can see, while walking past trees │ ║ that are new to me │ ║ │ ║ I want to spend hours thinking about a map while my friends plot behind my │ ║ back, searching for an advantage we can use to succeed in a game of traps │ ║ │ ║ I want to visit five different restaurants in a day, and try a bit of each │ ║ that the chef wants to display │ ║ │ ║ I want to stand in a choir and feel my soul aspire, to bend in the wind of │ ║ rhythm like the melody of grasses at play │ ║ │ ║ I want to see people on the train that I know from somewhere, and to step out │ ║ into the rain to meet new friends of mine │ ║ │ ║ I want to pet a cat I've never met. │ ║ │ ║ I want to build computers that are larger than a room but small enough to │ ║ carry, with thoughts on their mind that are far to great for mine │ ║ │ ║ I want all these these things and more, but I'm far too busy these days. │ ║ Perhaps I've had enough of these things and more, or perhaps there's more in │ ║ store. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #14 fediverse/5843 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────── me when it's cold out: we should all bundle up and get through the winter, every year that passes is more time to gather our strength me when the temperature rises: okay so this is being handled by those guys, we're moving this way to do this, and - when did you say the this-and-that was happening? alright so when you do that-or-this, make sure that you pay attention to the so-and-so and don't forget to eat real meals, candy or chips don't count. me when the eyes are on me: imma play video games and smoke weed and be a useless little creature who does nothing but occasionally wanders around the city doing nothing for nobody and dropping notes on post-its that don't mean anything but are kinda cool to read ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────┘ --- #15 fediverse/6117 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────── Hmmmm, well, what if we psyopped the people into believing there were alien invaders or extra-dimensional fae creatures or angels and demons or "yeah we already tried that, religion doesn't scale perfectly either. And you can't really manifest those sort of effects except in your prophets and select few others, and that doesn't scale either because humanity wouldn't let it" I see, can you tell me more about that? why and how did humanity arrest the scaling of schizophrenia? "well, for one thing it's debilitating and it sucks. For another, it's different for every person so if you ask one they'll be like "the aliens have blue skin" and the other will say "no they don't have skin at all they're made out of energy" and the public says "HMMMM are you really sure you are generating outmoded assumptions" and the dear reader said "*yeah we don't really understand this part, most of us just glaze eyes over it and move on" and that's not ideal" ... nuts, lost coherence, better try again tomorrow... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────┘ --- #16 notes/dreams-align --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/1358 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: content warning: content warning: scary cursed maybe │ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ when you're rich with something, you don't treat it with respect. like, if we lived in a paper cup maximizer, we'd soon be swimming in the things. obviously there needs to be some rules, obviously we need to say "okay here's where we produce this amount and type of materials." and have it be a one-way relationship. yeah one way isn't gonna work. this is from the other way, and now I'm realizing "oh hey I don't know how this thing works" and like... what are you supposed to do then right weird how it all feels like it's ending. like, what a strangeness to our plight. like, how are we even talking to our brain? how strange! these words are sung to you by your computer (content warning: ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┘ --- #18 notes/i-told-them --- ══════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 10-22-2022 i told them over and over, but nobody wanted to know. i begged them, summer after summer, but nothing solved on it's own now i can help them, but no-one is making a move am i blind? is any of this forgiven? what's not to a lot, is little but a shot, of substance - true - but smelling like poo. that's not inspiring. it's not even chilling. you're broken just like your children. oh, posterity! i claim it for thee this feeling of wretched denial oh, simplicity! if only our lives were on trial. be the best you can be, sure, but take it from me there's more to this show than our styles. what do you think it means, for an action to have consequence? to arbite the fate of circumstance? every motion is an ocean of possibilities and purveyals think not of the commotion below. gravity, oh gravity how you condemn us to be! driven by commotion, our slithering motion, no sense in countering ourselves. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/5201 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────── @user-192 is okay, girl time will be richer sooner don't poop your pants just yet remember, good is just a shade of gray away from silver which you can use to line your pockets with tinfoil hats beep boop computer touchers anonymous called they said they want their secret handshake back if you wanna diss your associates go ahead but I sure as heck love my rad-ical com-patriots just as much as I love my ice-cream salad friend witches ... whoops there I go being insane again, hope you feel better friend ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┘ --- #20 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ |