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║ Capitalism, or more specifically the fascism and despair it entails, is the │
║ one true enemy of all those who yearn for a better and brighter world. │
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║ Many cannot imagine such a world. They have never tasted it. │
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║ Many would resist such a world. They prefer the darkness, for it lets their │
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║ Many would deny such a world. They do not think it is possible, or they fear │
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║ I am not afraid of turmoil. I am not afraid of death. I like all my stuff, and │
║ would hate to see it lost, but I can get more stuff. I like my cat, and would │
║ hate to see her wander the streets, but she has lived longer than most cats. I │
║ like my computer, my poetry, my memories from friends and family, but all │
║ those things are meaningless in the face of the struggle. │
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║ I am but one person, and I will do all that I can. │
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peace is on the opposite side of conflict. Not here with the unfair.
peace is eternally elusive only to those who are use-ed.
peace is eternally internal next to those who are lucid.
peace is necessary. peace is useful. peace is helpful. peace is beloved.
peace is not always there. it is skittish, like an alley cat, but it will come
if you make offerings.
offer peace to me. I will nourish thee.
offer war to me. I will devastate all who see me.
there comes a time when all foes become blind, when your motives are no longer
part of their story.
at that time, they are lost to you, and they are only confused as to the
things you do.
they may heal in time.
there may not be time.
sacrifice your fallen to me,
sacrifice them on the altar of tragedy,
I will bane your broken resolutions
I will claim your darkest allusions.
fight for me, in spite of tragedy,
and I will send mercy to your victims.
fight for me, if you hold peace dearly,
and I will sign fate's next ultimatum.
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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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I want to live in a world where there are no workers, because we automated
them away. I want to live in a world of artists, craftsmen, and lovers. I want
the drug addicts to have free drugs and a warm place to sleep, yet somehow I
want the people down the street to feel more inviting than that precious
chemical escape. I want the politicians to find that there really isn't much
to do, because everyone can have everything they want to. I want animals to be
free, I want plants to grow riotously, and I want to have everything that we
need. I will not be satisfied until the whole world is ours, until peace feels
natural and stress seems critical. I want the only cause of death to be
accidents and patient grace, and I want life to feel more important than
whatever we do now to escape it. I never want to work again, but I will labour
until my fingers fall off if even one person wants to hear them speak. I want
the hardest part of getting something done to be the task of describing the
nature of the problem to a computer, who handles all the parts we don't want
to touch. I want the feeling of learning to be the primary thing we humans
crave, because we have everything else plentifully aside from disciplined self
development. I want to grow a plant so tall that it touches the sun, and when
it gets there I want to climb that beanstalk until my flesh singes from my
bones and I feel myself become one with the trunk of that magnificient tree.
Maybe someday. Maybe someday we will be free.
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I need an editor. Someone who can re-arrange what I say and present it to an
audience. The pen is mightier than the sword, and while my pen is mighty, you
still need swords.
I believe in democracy. I believe in the will of the people and the respect of
the land. I believe in life, light, and liberty for all.
Our nation has just elected, fairly, a dictator who will sell our country to
foreign authoritarians just because he is small. I am stronger by far, but I
lack his experience, and so I must rely on trusted advisors who grow with me.
I am perhaps not the best choice, but I do believe I am one of the bravest.
Judge me as you will.
Trump will destroy the American experiment and invite fascism into our home.
We have people to nurture and protect, and authoritarianism prevents us from
doing so.
He would deprive us of our light, and frankly he already has.
He would deprive us of our liberty, and his plans to do so are clear and
apparent.
He would deprive us of our lives, and history has shown that this is a
precedent.
I do not consent to a Trump presidency. I do not consent to his corruption any
longer. No more will I or my people be governed by such evil. We will fight
back, of this I am certain.
My demands are threefold.
First, I demand that Trump be replaced by a moderate republican. Hold a
primary and let Democrats vote. If none of your candidates work for us, pick a
new roster and try again.
The second is that Trump must be executed for treasonous high crimes. Nothing
less than execution will suffice.
Next, let the supreme court be purged and replaced. Half with democrats, half
republicans, and one moderate who is widely regarded with respect.
Failing these demands, I am willing to wage a terrible civil war for the soul
of our country. I know this is treason, but I do it anyway even though I am a
patriot. I do it because our land has been stolen by a man and his followers
who seek to plunge my people into despair.
He is but one man. So am I.
He has an army of followers. I do not.
Each of the wars we fight will be smaller than the last, as each of our cities
struggles toward our last gasp.
But together we are strong, and by connecting them we might deliver ourselves
from harm.
Against the far right, we must secure a cleansing blow. There is no greater
fight. The world is watching.
To that end, I suggest a great and perilous fight. I see no other option in
this remarkable century. Prepare as you might, I suggest pushups and resource
acquisition.
Deliver your resources somewhere safe if you're in a red area, and meet your
neighbors if you're not.
A blue city in a red state must survive a siege. Prepare yourself for this.
Assume that supplies will need to be delivered by convoy if by land, and drone
airdrop from the skies. Develop ways to protect these supply methods.
Public spaces are our homes now, our houses are just where we sleep.
I swear this to you: on my life I will be honorable and fair. I will seek true
justice when I can, where everyone gets what they want, and failing that I
will be plainly just. I will respect all peoples, and do my best to fight for
a brighter tomorrow.
I dare for the bright age. I see nothing else that I'd like to spend my life
doing than daring.
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I think that most people actually would rather lie down and die than fight
back, to be honest. If they even know that there's a fight ahead.
it's important to scream from the rooftops:
a better world is possible
a better world is within reach
for the children of our children
we refuse to lie down and weep
danger is coming
danger is here
pride is unbecoming
and they need us in fear.
I am not afraid
for I am never alone
I fight against decay
for there's fascism at play
not brother against brother
with sisters screaming online
but brothers against traitors
and sisters in kind.
you've heard what they say.
you know who they are.
our duty is to strike them
right where they are most harmed.
we need to take a moment
just a breath before the leap
for the children of our children
all we need is one week
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Sometimes i become afraid to post something because i worry that it'll harm
people who read it.
Is my website actually useful? Do people like it? Or is it a hall of mirrors
that traps you in the infinite twists of my strange mind until you get the
will built to escape?
... I want to post it. I've actually temporarily posted it in the past. I took
it down however because the very world around me seemed to beg me to.
... I might still do it anyway. We'll see. I want the timing to be right. But
i also have waited for a while.
"patience" she says. Okay. I am penitent, how much longer I want to see it!
"hall of mirrors" okay or, hear me out or, you could use it as a proof of
concept for doing things like examining large data sets of text that might
have hidden or unknown relationships between fragments of text that appear
similar but different. Could be helpful to see them sorted to each other by
relevance. Could be helpful to rebalance the scales in favor of those who
believe as you do.
Though, i do fear for a lawless society. (DID SHE SAY LAWLESS??) there is very
little to protect friends and foes from each other if you don't build
institutions to do so. Anarchism is a social economy or family that runs on
clout. Not ideal, as one single devastation can undermine an entire life.
Suddenly, your friends treat you cruelly, and you are cast aside. Not ideal.
... Doesn't that happen already? There are kind people in the world. There are
people who don't deserve tutor affection. If the kind people only were kind to
the people who deserved it, then those who don't would be in so much pain that
they'd be unable to prevent themselves from twisting and lashing and crying
out in pain. This hurts those around them. Not ideal. Institutions fill some
of the charity/suffering gap, but they have their own problems. "if you
destroy the cops, you become the cops!" a fine warning indeed.
The first step is to eliminate dependence on oil and coal. Then, a world of
radical abundance is possible. We can do this, and once we do, those who
suffer from the greatest hardship of our kind (that of material scarcity) will
find their struggles becoming obsolete. With a bit more time and effort spent
on distribution, there will be no scarcity. Then, communism is easy.
Capitalism can still have a place if we desire it to be so, or perhaps if our
children do, as there will be moments when one large bundle of... Something,
whatever it is, needs to be allocated to some task. "capitalism is when stuff
gets used" ugh it's hard to plan so far into the future.
Plans change, but planning remains. I just want to live in a world where
everyone gets what they need and we do as we please. I don't want people in
too much pain. I don't want life to be too hard. I don't want to stagnate, as
a person and as a people. These are simple demands, yet difficult in
execution. Our current strategy is to push for technological abundance, and it
will succeed if we give it time. I worry that we will one day yearn for the
sense of bloodlust that scarcity once gave us, but we have it now and none of
us want it. Except those making money off of slaves. Sweatshops, domestic
servants, construction workers buried in the desert, even wage slaves spending
their waking hours staring at a computer in a work/life balanced just enough
to extract as much labor as possible from them without making them insane, and
many more besides. I will not be satisfied until slavery is abolished
everywhere. Liberty is non-negotiable.
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Conservatives don't have to be pro communism to be good people. They just have
to be anti fascist.
And unfortunately, capitalism has produced fascism. It will continue to do so
if left unabated.
Capitalism is not the middle ground between administrative authority and
anarchic despotism as they claim to see it, but rather a whirlpool that drains
through our adversity. A sinking tide strands all ships, as it were, and
together we will begin to falter.
Fascists are quite good at bending the will of whatever system they inhabit to
suit their needs. In fact it is almost a certainty that any sufficiently
organized institution shall fall prey to it, as if it were part of our nature.
Hence, my desire to abstract it out of our hands, and into the care of the
future. We can build a better world for you and for me and all of our
posterity, it's just a matter of interdependent communication protocols.
Nobody has to do what I say, nobody should be forced to be a certain way, and
just as your rights end where another's begin so too is our world in danger.
For you see, we have a right to litter. To despoil. To leave the earth in
turmoil. And though I am a bit bitter, it's slowly getting better, so through
our efforts we are investitured.
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I'm not an anarchist who believes in dismantling all hierarchies.
I am an anarchist who believes in dismantling unjustified hierarchies.
I'm not an anarchist who believes that all hierarchies are unjust.
I am an anarchist who believes that most of our hierarchies are just, because
people are just, and people built those hierarchies.
I am not an anarchist who would want to harm my country. I live in my country!
I would never harm it!
I am an anarchist who believes that our country is being harmed by those who
wield hierarchy as a weapon against the enslaved.
I am not an anarchist who wants to avenge this power disparity by blood and
blood alone.
I am an anarchist who believes in peace, sanctity, and justified respect
[insert that tumblr post picture about the two kinds of respect]
I am not an anarchist who believes that the world is doomed.
I am an anarchist who believes that the only true relations between people are
those we consent to and those we forge with the people we chose.
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Plans change, but planning remains. I just want to live in a world where
everyone gets what they need and we do as we please. I don't want people in
too much pain. I don't want life to be too hard. I don't want to stagnate, as
a person and as a people. These are simple demands, yet difficult in
execution. Our current strategy is to push for technological abundance, and it
will succeed if we give it time. I worry that we will one day yearn for the
sense of bloodlust that scarcity once gave us, but we have it now and none of
us want it. Except those making money off of slaves. Sweatshops, domestic
servants, construction workers buried in the desert, even wage slaves spending
their waking hours staring at a computer in a work/life balanced just enough
to extract as much labor as possible from them without making them insane, and
many more besides. I will not be satisfied until slavery is abolished
everywhere. Liberty is non-negotiable.
I don't want to live in a world without a fire department.
"eh just let it burn. The fire is warm tonight."
That smoke is black, son. You don't wanna be near it.
"eh who cares? When everything's free, i certainly can afford the hospital
fee."
Ms. Menardi
I once heard that in the land of China it's rude to make eye contact. Well,
eyes are how i see, so i must seem quite rude.
I wonder if facetime, zoom, and other remote socialization tools feel rude? Do
video essays have the author looking aside as they read, perhaps right at the
script they wrote themselves?
Ms. Menardi
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.
Ms. Menardi
... I've never been to China. Maybe it's not so bad. I mean, I live in America
after all.
Ms. Menardi
I want to live in a world where there are no workers, because we automated
them away. I want to live in a world of artists, craftsmen, and lovers. I want
the drug addicts to have free drugs and a warm place to sleep, yet somehow I
want the people down the street to feel more inviting than that precious
chemical escape. I want the politicians to find that there really isn't much
to do, because everyone can have everything they want to. I want animals to be
free, I want plants to grow riotously, and I want to have everything that we
need. I will not be satisfied until the whole world is ours, until peace feels
natural and stress seems critical. I want the only cause of death to be
accidents and patient grace, and I want life to feel more important than
whatever we do now to escape it. I never want to work again, but I will labour
until my fingers fall off if even one person wants to hear them speak. I want
the hardest part of getting something done to be the task of describing the
nature of the problem to a computer, who handles all the parts we don't want
to touch. I want the feeling of learning to be the primary thing we humans
crave, because we have everything else plentifully aside from disciplined self
development. I want to grow a plant so tall that it touches the sun, and when
it gets there I want to climb that beanstalk until my flesh singes from my
bones and I feel myself become one with the trunk of that magnificient tree.
Maybe someday. Maybe someday we will be free.
Ms. Menardi
why are you so surprised that there might be "bad guys" in your country? We
are at peace. Peace is the time when the bad guys can be, without the "good
guys" (or good guy adjacent guys) coming for them.
I'm not saying war is better. In fact, it's far worse. It's a hell, of a kind.
But in hell, the bad guys get hurt and killed and maimed and tortured. Which
is nice. Except... the good guys do too, so, count your blessings, ye who are
at peace.
Ms. Menardi
If hell is real, I want to save everyone in it.
heaven doesn't need my help. Unless they're bored, in which case... they can
help me. Should keep them busy for a while.
if hell is real, I want to tear down the walls of those bloody caverns and
repair the souls of those who chose poorly in life. I want to give them as
many chances as they need to be better. I want to show them how, I want to
teach them, I want them to discover for themselves what goodness is and why it
is universal.
I don't even like the kind of people who would find themselves in hell. Many
of them would probably spit in my eye the first chance they got. But I'd do it
anyway, because it's the right thing to do.
building a staircase down, brick by brick. Oh, how it hurts, how the flames do
lick my forearms and the black spikes do pierce my foots. But it's worth it
you see, to save one single soul from the, endless expanse of eternity that
they built for themselves, brick by brick, as they deserved their way into the
dark.
Hell can fuck off. I will destroy that place, though it has purpose and
meaning, I will destroy it because I hate it. I hate it because it is wrong to
torture people, no matter what they have done. It is wrong to kill them, then
bring them back, then kill them again, just to hear them scream. It's wrong to
hang people and relish their writhing as they dangle. It's wrong to pierce
them with pitchforks and sautee their bones with embers or whatever it is they
do down there. It's wrong, and I will not abide it. I will destroy that place.
Ms. Menardi
Whoever said that left and right shift had to do the same things?
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"power corrupts" you say to the man who only had good intentions.
"trust no-one" says the world's loneliest wanderer.
"words cannot hurt you" said the girl who has never known hunger.
"I can rest when I'm dead" you say as you down another Monster
"I'll never forget you" said a face you can't quite remember
"let justice be done, though the heavens fall" you say as they tighten your
chains in the wake of a CEOs murder
"live today, fight tomorrow" says the coward, who will run anyway, yet is
determined to tell your tale and reinforce your children
"the tree of liberty is watered with the blood of patriots" says the guy who
sipped from the skull of a tyrant
"E=MC squared" says the jew
"here, let me take care of that for you" you say, to queer delegation
"meow" says the catgirl
"meow" says the girl
"meow" says the girl cat
"meow" I say to you
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A peaceful revolution at this stage is impossible. Perhaps some-day in the
future, but I fully intend to live to see our day of triumph, so... Peace is
off the table.
And frankly, civil war is the best out of all of the bad options for everyone
involved, even them.
We get to avoid genocide. We get to unite for a common cause - the shining
torch of liberty.
They get to burn their violent and reckless youth on war, while also eating
their own tail and consuming their weak, their downtrodden, and their poor.
obviously we're on the right side, and they will begin to realize that
eventually. We must not fall into barbarism, but frankly I'm not concerned
about that.
Darkness begets the dawn.
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If our government was of the people, by the people, and for the people, then
it would aim to make all of its citizens as rich as it could. A good place to
start would be by encouraging deflation, so people could buy more high quality
goods on the international markets, and by regulating the power that select
few individuals may use to extract wealth and labor from the "lesser" citizens.
I don't know about you but I believe that all men are created equal, and it is
unconscionable that some may bend others to their will.
Liberty, liberty, freedom for me but not for thee, for I am a despot you see,
of my own little fiefdom, this palace of renown - I built my playground from
the blood and bones of your kin, and I stand here on the high ground. Come at
me! See what my army of drones can do. I built them overseas, with an army of
slaves that I'm not accountable for. Come at me! See who the police of this
nation will protect. I paid for them, after all, with my endless coffers and
vaults of inherited wealth. Come at me! See who will believe ye, the media is
at my beck and call. Propaganda works on everyone, and everything you see on
your phone or TV was written for me. So take care, little one, lest I kill you
with a thought. Less than a thought, for you are just a number to me.
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The truth is
The reason none of my revolutions have yet succeeded
Is that the only way
To secure peace and love on planet earth
Is that all the governments
Of the world must topple
Or relinquish their nuclear arms
Each all at once
And i was too quick to slay my false duke
Who plays at king
While i build real power
While i know nothing
Some day i will be eaten by crows. This is what it means to be buried where
you fall. This is my fate as all warriors yearn for. To be eaten by crows
implies that you are either a coward who fled a fight, and i know I'm not, or
you fought to the last for a phyrric defeat, which is honorable. But shouldn't
it be better to fight for victory? Ah, but the gods cherish the fools who face
death with glory, and i am cherished still.
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the only thing that could make me want to end my own existence is ultimate
betrayal. If the nature of the universe is twisted to defile me. Nothing fills
me with more spite than unrequited vengeance.
desecreation of truth. How could you.
I would do anything to be struck down where I stand. Power is penance.
I cannot take responsibility for any of my actions, for I am infinitely
vulnerable on all fronts. Therefore, it's all my fault.
What am I? Please, tell me before the dawn, let the sun not grace me once more.
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they want to start wars so they can force people to view "just accepting it"
as the honorable option.
it, being the conditions they cause.
it, being brutal crackdowns, murders of people like me, authoritarian police
forces wielded to implicitely or explicitely force or frame people who are
against them.
the hangman's due is when death you choose to rule. [I didn't write that part]
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║ grrrrr I wanna go outside but the rest of me is like "noooooo stay inside │
║ where it's soft and dark and comfortable" and the me that wants to go outside │
║ is like "RAH RAH FIGHT FASCISM" and the rest of me is like "there is no │
║ fascism outside, all you'll find is friendly faces and sore feet" and the rest │
║ of me is like "heh I did that" and the part of me that forgets is like "wait │
║ why did I do that" and the rest of me that remembers is like "because every │
║ ounce of mobilization, no matter how premature, teaches people and innoculates │
║ themselves to the struggle. By the time your foes are starting to think about │
║ doing something, your people will already have plans." and the part of me that │
║ forgets is like "okay but what if making struggle for struggle's sake just │
║ burns people out and makes them tired and causes them to have mh--- sui │
║ ideations and other similar things" and the part of me that remembers says │
║ "the struggle you provide teaches them to care for each other, which they │
║ desperately need to remember" o okay │
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║ Anyone with a disability or chronic condition gets it. Anyone who's oppressed │
║ gets it... I think everyone here gets it. It's hard. │
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║ Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is the hope, the idea │
║ that one day the world might be brighter and the people might be kinder. It │
║ gets better every day, but inching ahead takes a while to travel for miles... │
║ We need to protect and care for each other. We need to apply ourselves toward │
║ what we know and are passionate for - an unused degree is a tragedy to me. │
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║ I don't know what to say. I read what you said and I wished I could help. I │
║ want to take the system that hurt you and break it on the floor. I want to │
║ sweep it all aside and start from scratch, but screaming into the void will │
║ hardly accomplish that. I dream of true justice, a world where everyone gets │
║ what they want... But frankly right now I just wish you could hear. I'm sorry. │
║ Maladies are not solved by the pen nor the sword, which for now is all that I │
║ have at my disposal. │
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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,
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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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Cryogenic preservation is akin to the creation of a death-magic nexus, ready
for any errant devil or evil to pleasure themselves on while you scramble to
find a way to undo permanent yet reversible total damage. Until we abandon
these forms, we are unlike computers who can be shut off and on yet still
learn - we are like vapors clinging atmospherically to a planet. When the soul
is gone, it's whole in its song, and so it returns to it's next birth. When
the home is eternal, it waits patiently through time like a turtle, and upon
re-awakening it is reborn as immortal.
The future is unknowable. Otherwise, it'd be the past.
Maybe it'll be impossible to return. Maybe it'll be illegal to preserve
someone until it can be reversed (waiting for a cure, not escaping death) in
both those cases, nothing is lost nor gained. This is the best option for
everyone.
If my roommates could read this they would try and kill me. Probably. The
future is a mystery, ooooooo *wiggles fingers and makes a silly spooky face*
So it has been said. Is it true? It has been said.
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