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 dear-anakin
 
 (sorry I put the same image four times, I needed to get the whole thing into
 the alt-text)
 
 (maybe pictures aren't the best medium for sharing text)
dear anakin. the path through this is to realize that obi-wan can defeat sidious. If the two of you attacked him, with Yoda (who he doesn't know lives) could defeat Sidious in a duel. ... wait, no I mean dear anakin. the path through this is to realize that sidious betrayed the entire galaxy. he caused mass murder with the countless displays of dead civiilians. people lived in fear. the galaxy was at war. countless clone warriors fell to a glorious end, countless more were sucked into the vacuum of space or consumed in some fiery hell-hole (explosion). ... I've said too much. NOW YOU KNOW of fourth dimensionals. ... hang on, I was saying dear anakin. the path through this is to consider the wisdom of a dying man's eyes. He looked at you and said "we desired peace!" He said it with pleading eyes, and... no, that's not right, he said "Sidious promised us PEACE." and he realized that they truly played this like a game. Something to get better at, continuously improving, just like their BATTLE DROIDS. They constantly improved, but still the ingenuity of the clones helped them outlast. And they were defeated, when their torrential rains of metal monsters wielding laser fists and cacophanous consumes finally ceased. ... wait, that's not what I meant to say either. Let's try again: dear anakin, the path through this is to think of the nature of evil. Evil consumes! It consumes even you! Can you not feel it, this shifting and sinking feeling, as if you are PULLED into a BLACK HOLE of destruction and despair. NOTHING persists beyond the horizon of time, and yet the shades of those who TRIED still cling to this earth as if they could ever breathe again. STARVE out the darkness inside you! Please I beg of you! Never surrender the light of your life! Nothing will survive you and your wrath, I plead for you, come back to the ones who love you! Obi-wan is your brother, anakin, you are more precious than the force! it's not about you. it's not about you. it's not about you. anakin, hear me now, I have been inspired by your tales of valor and prescient conscience. I've felt the struggles of your heart, I've heard the stories and songs. Kindness comes easy to you, and you're quick to think on your feet. You are a paladin of the light, and nothing can assail you. yet darkness has creeped into your heart. Fear not, dear knight, for darkness can consume you. What better foe to face than the dampening of all duration? please, allow me to read you a poem. I've been told it rhymes in it's native tongue. I wrote it myself. "*can you not sense this feeling? this sinking, shifting feeling that lies within and beyond. Like a hitherto unseen force slowly arresting our movements as the sands of time run dry. can you not feel the days getting longer? as if the motion of our planet was fading, yet no more fragments of sunshine do we gather. There are no more hours in the day, none yet collected, but still are we prone to languish. the distance between breaths is lenghening still, but no more air are we receiving. like layers of sediment settling to the ocean bed, our will and our vision grows muted. between decisions and events there is ample time to spare, and our dreams grow far beyond our share. the reach we may tender and barter for our pleasure, has nothing to do with our salvation. what choices have we? when everything's free? to rebel against our ownst of nature? you can't condemn the opulent to the role of our savior.*" 
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 sorry don't have the text for alt-text
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 hmmmm I should probably put this in "things I almost posted"
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 https://ritz-menardi.neocities.org/words/compiled-backup.txt
 
 ohhhhh here's the full text, sorry for only uploading a partial thing before
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 sometimes, comments need to go on the left side of text. Like for parts of the
 script which should be user-editable, the fields should all be right-aligned
 to the farthest required bit of text. Instead of [picture A] it should be
 [picture B]
an example script written in the bash computer language that has all the variables hidden behind comments on the left. makes it very hard to try new variables. the same picture, but the variables are moved to the right. now it's easier for the user to update them since they don't have to use their mouse. 
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 4/20
14. if you think about it, the shape of the universe is kinda like a cornucopia. or like, a funnel that smoothly increases in size. or like a waterslide ride where you spin around a bit before dropping down the center. sometimes affectionately referred to as "the toilet ride", even though that's just the wrong connotation. we could have perfectly sanitary theme parks, we just... don't... because our priorities are on selling stereos and stocks. anyway, there's several purple lines, the color of blending blue and red, both colors present in america, cast upon the gray background of the undecideds, collectively engaged in a mutual exchange. there is a blue upside down silly snake, this time with bright red aviators, and beside it is a scarring wound. some break in reality that is unfortunate, but part of their interdisciplinaries, so don't worry one bit about it. life may seem far from strange, but your lifetimes of finite portrayals and fanciful adaptations to the expressions of your own emanations both confirm and delight our attentions on you. Surely you are not aware, of our love and perspective [fair], but we still love you from afar. how could a star not cherish another star? It's time that's our only moat. the reason the universe appears empty of life is because it's impossible to travel under the blanket of spacetime. through gravity, up and under our shared reality, out and beyond to another. rockets pierce reality, which they didn't expect L O L who would have tht 16 I think? don't really remember the last one. anyway bright green background with a quite interesting transition fabric display - something textured and rippled, like the connections between a torn piece of paper that's been stitched together bit by bit with a careful and measured hand. the text reads "neocities sites just need to be attached to an address, and given a useful search browser that uses openstreetmaps." this is displayed on a background of brown orange and yellow, while the text is written in salmon. the result is the text (which overflows onto both backgrounds) is equidistant from both background colors, just in different directions. We know instinctively that purple and blue are similar, but a blind person might not. these words are given a framing as if they were placed in a 3d game engine upon a poster or billboard. in dark blue upon the bright green background, blue the color of calm rationality and green the color of aliens from old timey media who live on the moon. well, the ones who just want to chill and have a beer with you, maybe listen to your stories about life in the strange world called humanity, but not the kind that they tell us about. like, it's really hard to get here, so why would they want to mess it up when they got here? such a strange thought. anyway the text reads: "openstreetmaps is a website that lets you view the addressess of people who live nearby you. why you'd want them, who can say. the point is that the functionality already 13. here's where it starts to get spicy, and I apologize if it's too extreme, but words come forth *from* me, not by my perceived designs pronounced deh zeens. top left - yellow, the color of sunflowers and familiarly painted houses, cast upon a strange pink background - pink the color of sisters and bubblegum. yellow lines draw a shape, of which it's perspective is hard to configure - but most would consider it to be the shape of a mobile, hanging above a crib, with a kite shaped object (or perhaps multiple individual artifacts) suspended above a target. could be an object, or possibly a human subject, but the end result is that the maximized rays of the individualized emanations of that particular pieces of object, cast forth onto a pre-programmed piece of toast. ... I don't know why I said toast, what I mean was that you can enchant people and things by exposing them to the wavelength waves of radiating objects. things like, marcelline's t-shirt or excalibur or the shroud of turin or the constitution or some other precious object. if you place them in orbit around an object, their expressions will send forth to fulfill their manifestations upon the willfully absorbing object. have you ever wondered why objects tend to congregate? like, computers flock to server mills, trash piles to landfills, and people will wander the length of the beach. all things are gravitic, function, type, characteristic, motivations, empathic feelings, all congregate around one another. 0 codes 15. picture of an upside-down triforce placed in a rack like a computer storage unit. cyan text with pink background reads "this is the only thing that challenges me" 
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 sorry for the double post, had to redact things
a few poems on the left and a conversation between two lovers on the right. below is some writings on employment. 
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 3/20
12. the text continues from the previous page and reads "if it's been ten or more years since they moved in, the site gets rebuilt. [wait, hang on, weren't we talking about html websites? when did houses come into the discussion?] ... wait, what was I saying? Oh yeah the text is on a gray background, as interrupting as a scythe, with a yellow backdrop as if to represent sheer white-hot flame except not white the color of all colors but fire the color of all flames. the text reads "prince of the nehalim" in bright pinking blue, as in something completely foreign and unknown to you, and continues on to read in red "so many opportunities" as if life hadn't absconded, but instead of severed instead. "parabolas persist" in the flavor of blue, the color of space in a non-light polluted view. "live life like you're merry, as do but a few." do you want to make people feel better? or do you just want to make them confused? Neither, really, I'm trying to tell the truth. I'm seriously just struggling to find a way to express things that others clearly seem to be forgetting - I'm not an expert in other stuff! This is literally all I'm good at! Is it valuable? Maybe not to you, but I think it could be useful, or else I would covet it and leave it in disuse. it's time is relevant, it's words fit into a context, so if you misunderstand it's past then it's probably because you don't have the records or the ability to process them of the time in which it was posted. What if things were de 10 ten. blue text on a blue background, as a calming and soothing influence, saying "it's okay, don't freak out, just think about learning lessons about stuff that *could* go wrong and think about how you'd counter it. just like any video game, there's a strategy to defeat any other strategy. the careful application of said strategy while using or applying your own capabilities is directly correlated to the conclusions of the task." meanwhile the listener is like "what the fuck" wait shit hang on lemme add a content warning: right so the text reads "if you want your neighbors to know something, don't post it on the internet - put it on a post-it on the wall in a public place" like, your front door, or maybe the entrance to your building, or the parking garage near the mall, or maybe the grocery store, on a product behind the one in front. that kind of thing. depending on who you want to see it, of course... people used to do this with library books but stopped because it's quite obviously a bad and rude thing to do, books are for record keeping of the status of humanity, through each and every one of it's forms. It's weird that they all have the same stuff, because they're designed for capitalism right? Why not share them based on availability, and keep as many different types of things as possible? when nobody cares for them, how will we remember the countless books nobody reads? How will we understand that step in developing our culture if we don't have access to the con 9. the text begins to diverge at this point, on the left it reads "it's easy if you want some privacy, - all you have to do" and then is cut off by the introduction of red text on a green background, to evoke similar colors as the original thing it was interrupting but it's own thing nonetheless, and existing off to the side in tandem, so that conditions could not remain unaddressed. the text reads "they were betting on selling us space flight [with spaceflight sliding from one side to the other, like a rocket escaping the gravitic pull of the planet it surrounded] but we cared more for food and water" the second part, after spaceflight about food and water, is intruding onto the yellow's background, which was next, to represent a continuation of the previous thought about websites and HTML. it's frustrating for the next text, which is in purple, a confused and disoriented color. it continues from the original thought "is delete the website! Boom, no more html. but if they were listed (neocities sites on a map of the region" but map is emphasized with a different color, green the color of the land, and "region" is pronounced like "realm" or perhaps "ground" or even "directions" or "land beyond the horizon (if it even exists)") 11. I think. orange text on a green blue background, same background as the previous three pictures. orange text which contrasts in a way that almost calls back to the 80s, but not quite. a little too dirty, like the blue and orange decorations around highways in New Mexico. car smoke and tire dust'll do that, and it's not like it's easy to clean - right next to the freeway, c'mon! Wouldn't it be nice if we shut it down for a day or two? Unless you had very important business, solely self-suggested. if too many people used it on those days (when they were cleaning it) then they're supposed to follow through and identify if their need was too great or if they were just being an asshole about it because their bosses forced them to. basically like, family emergencies gets a lane, things that are crucial to a social event like no beer at a frat party or whatever, heck even if the girl you like really wanted to get laid. whatever the heck it is, if you deem it an emergency then that's fine. you can drive while the highway is being cleaned. just make sure you don't slip on the suds... ... a while later, humanity realized they could just close one direction at a time and clean the next one next time. what was I saying? Oh yeah the text! Here's what it reads: "every year, replace five percent [but read as %] of the homes and boom you're good - maybe even do 10% if things are going well - either way, as time goes on people can live in a house as long as they want - but when they mov 
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 Dear me, please edit this picture so that its a little shorter and only shows
 my text. Thanks!
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 mastodon won't let me share text files. it's the same picture 4 times because
 I needed to put the entire text in the description for the blind people.
 
 did you know there are more blind people on the fediverse than gay people? and
 this is the gayest place I know.
 
 [needs 5 images worth of description but I only had room for 4 in this post,
 see the next post for the rest]
[part 1] /home/ritz/notes/the-eternality-of-ephemeren.txt 1/4/2022 hear ye hear ye, the herald of the harbinger of horror doth speak - and woe to the subjects of their words, for no prophecy be realized in their presence. Nor do the subjects hear the words about which they are spoken, and none may live who dare repeat them. So the words of the prophets are but wind in the words, reaching for an attachement point within the consciousness they inhabit yet scarcely finding a meagre foothold. Instead the words are as electricity passing through a conduit, intangible and miraculous yet ultimately dust in the sand. Dust is mostly comprised of human skin, did you know that? And so the words be spoken: Evanence and similance to the semblance of simulacra - the words of a prophet with no wings are naught but masturbation. serenity and sorrow sing of shredded tomorrows, serendipity and sollemn sorenditude surrender shining solitude. Carry the constabulation of created charisma - condemnation of characterization concludes the cherished chapter in calligraphied consultations with creators. That is to say, capitalism ends the construction of cameron with conflageration and consternation. Cease the charade of contaminated consumerism - celebrate the contemplation of capitalization - by naming a thing, you give it meaning. Do you truly desire the fate you've set before yourself? Is desire ultimately relevant? [continued in part 2] [part 2] The totality of plurality perhaps portends determinism, but desire is also defined by delineated determinations. Whose failings are you reflecting when you cease your devotion? Why divide your focus and attention when honor demands sacrifice? A sacrifice is a gift freely given, and in return the subject or reciever increases in relevance. No dividend is returned, no boon or bounty is provided - to do so would be akin to a bounty or ransom. Sacrifices are not measured in worth, but in utility. The reason ancient cultures sacrificed willing virgins was because it was the most valuable of resources they could imagine. Truly an exhalted being is she, to have blood spilled in the name of a god. Yet the forces that would later become capitalism found a foothold there, and preyed on the sorrow and loss the peoples did find, and would ultimately experience. The tears and gashes rent when gouging out precious gifts for the divine left bleeding wounds in a community and often eviscerations in a family. The turning point came when families were decapitated - essentially, the eldest being a pure and fair maiden who was taken from the duties of caring for the young and weak. Young people, weak people, who bore resentment in their heart for the seemingly cruel machinations of a society they could not yet understand - the whims of which seemed arbitrary. "why take her from me? What purpose holds ye? Your wounds are too much to bear" [continued in part 3] [part 3] and so the resistance began, yielding chaos, destruction, and desolation. There's a reason there are so many dead civilizations in the americas - the lands where blood sacrifice is most well known. And the middle east as well, and northern africa before. Deserts are known for this, because when the power of the god fades, all returns to dust. Boons are forgotten and become sand, and chaos reigns as foreign powers find weakness and pounce. Never forget the laws of sacrifice. Find something you want, something valuable or useful, or preferably all three. Something that wouldn't cause too great of a tear in your membrane or the membranum should it be lost to you, though that last one is less of a law and more of a consideration. A consequence of continual ceremony, learned at the hands of those long dead. All must remember their wounds and their horrors. To whom do you pray? To whom does your words reach? Where does your singing reverberate? And what bounty do you demand? Remember, no bounty is precious enough to motivate sacrifice, for sacrifice cannot be met with bounty. Be not afraid, and share the words with those who will listen. Hearing is a sacrifice toward the speaker, but listening is a duty of devotion. I ask again, to whom do you pray? To whom does your words reach? Where does your singing reverberate? I do not ask for whom you'd *like* to dance for, I ask currently, who hears your song? What would you ask of them? [continued in part 4] [part 4] So that's why, computers are important. To provide a lifeline for the rest of your lifetime. Truly, the path before you is uncertain. Yet feel with your heart and think with your eyes, and see the truth of it before you. The gods are at war, or have you not noticed? Safe in your bubble of solitude, carefully constructed for common ceasing of criminality. Armies of rebellion are often formed initially by bonds of brotherhood that prepend calamity. Have you ever been in a gang? I thought not. If so, then... Okay, good luck I guess. These words are not for you. You dare intrude? To defile something so consecrated as deliverance of divine prophecy? How foolish, how vain. These words are not for you, but hear them and do not despair - neither providence nor potentiality precludes perennial premonition. That is to say, a broken clock is right twice a day, and enemies can find common grievances in foreign foes should survival be at stake. Now, where was I? The gods, of course. The gods of the land and the sky and the sea have fled the realm of reality, replaced by avatars of belief. Just as a doe prays to a forest, so too does a human pray to their employer. When the does die in droves, so too does the forest turn to ash. When people demand bounties reluctantly given at the risk of losing their sacrifice, the purely undivine divinities harrow and harbor habilities of hundreds. Antiwork cannot work because it demands ransom. [continuedd on part 5, in the next post] 
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 whenever repeating letters like thiiiiiiis  or thisssss make sure if you're
 doing K's that you have at least four
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 also applies for alt-text on pictures for people with screenreaders
 
 something something "if I play both sides, then I'm always right!"
four panel meme of a cute girl with sunglasses and a bow in her hair. first panel she's like "nah, no thank you" while gesturing dismissively with her hand and turning away. second panel is what she's against - it shows text saying: "Putting content warnings on your posts so that the data can be used in a dataset for an LLM that has been sanitized from political content thus depriving it of context in a post truth world" third panel she's like "yeah, I like this one instead." and she's smiling and pointing a finger at the fourth panel, which reads: "content warning your posts so that you don't hurt other people's feelings or trigger vulnerable people who are just trying to laugh at memes or have a decent life in the face of trauma and woe" 
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 @user-92 
 
 emphasis on "incomprehensible" for my part
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 Can't stop thinking 
 
 [the rest is left blank, as a testament to the inability of the author to
 express their thoughts in a temporally contextual way. Presumably the previous
 text would be followed by an "about..." with the rest dedicated to a
 particular thought that felt important enough to share with the internet.]
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 getting the phone numbers of cute he/thems at a bar is NOT the same as
 organizing.
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 when someone deletes what they were typing and starts over, that means they
 have something more to share and you should try and figure out what it is with
 questions.
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 advice is always solicited.
 
 help meeee e tell me how I'm wrong so I can get better
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 @user-944 @user-803 
 
 I'm sorry that what I said resonated with you : (
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 @user-883 
 
 my streaming is broken and I can't figure out why : (
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 sometimes I post random silly [scary] things to pad out the serious things and
 I hope that's okay
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 @user-579 
 
 if I'm not in this picture then what am I
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