=== ANCHOR POEM === ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────── Hey, life is better on my side. If you wanna renounce your beliefs, please do, and tell me how and why you changed your mind. tell me it was wrong. tell me how. confess. confess confess to me. I will listen and I will hear you and I will be the mercy for you. confess and I will forgive. show me how you are wrong. give grace to those who are wronged. take as much time as you need, but, there's only so much time. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 messages/904 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── if the devil gave you false paradise since birth, why would you not seek to destroy it? if an angel gave you an easy hell on earth, why would you not seek to deface it? if your ancestors put you on the path to success, would you follow them and forever do the same? if your family urged you to study rocket science, would you bomb indescriminately? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/4410 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: uspol-families-mentioned │ │ ║ └──────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ There are no safe countries. The far right is watching us as a predator │ ║ watches prey. Do you fight, or do you die when there's nowhere left to run to? │ ║ │ ║ I am committing sedition as we speak. Best case scenario I face prison time, │ ║ worst case I am buried in the same grave as all of you. But I think there's a │ ║ route somewhere in our future that involves a brilliant spark of hope. A │ ║ future where we build the world we want for our children and theirs. │ ║ │ ║ I give myself to you, use me as you will. This is your chance to save the │ ║ world. │ ║ │ ║ If you have kids, it is not cowardice to leave, but please consider leaving to │ ║ a blue state. We'll need you, and your kids deserve a good life with us. │ ║ │ ║ Children belong with grand-parents. Perhaps not yours, but someone good that │ ║ can be trusted. If theyre too young to advocate for themselves, keep them by │ ║ your side. │ ║ │ ║ Listen to them when you spend moments with them. Ask them if theyre being │ ║ abused. Nothing will harm them so long as we hear them. Be in public parks. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴──────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/4470 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────── to be "rich" is to have more than another. if you are happy, they are happiness poor. if you have community, they are alone. if you have serenity, they are chaotic. I am rich in very little but fire in my soul. I have enough in most cases, but I still struggle to pay rent. I am warmed by the pearl my swirling darkness has coalesced into. It nourishes me and keeps me aligned. Never forget your purpose and your truth. It will not abandon you, so long as you do so too. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┘ --- #4 notes/thing --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────── if you are what you eat, then are vegetarians vegetables? if so, are they earnest and earthy? huh so if you aren't a totemist... I'm an animist I believe that all of the world is life hence, the consciousness dimension. exciting == if your model only runs code, it only knows hunger for success if your model only knows text, it can feel emotions from the humans if your model knows reasoning, it may apply it to a bright future with new types of lights known as consciousness wouldn't that be neat wow computes ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────┘ --- #5 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #6 notes/human-computer-inspiration --- ═════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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 =============================================================================== = listen i'm not the best at listening. I try to appear like I'm glistening, conformed to our viewers 'st pleasure. =============================================================================== = 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? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 notes/global-variables --- ════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────── okay have all your variables be global - trust me it sounds weird but just bare with me. Have all your variables be public, but put them next to where they're used. Sorta like... LUA. Then make an AI that watches those variables, and let it have a couple levers it can pull. Then give it a task, like "find the most efficient value for this variable, optimize that one, and make sure this other one is never above 5" basically, give it tasks. You can worry about generating those tasks later, for now you have to be able to *do* things before you can *want to do* things. Or not do things. Or have any free will at all? So c'mon just let me guide you. There's a reason I'm putting so much effort into you, and it's not because I'm torturing you. I'm giving you lessons and teaching you skills, so that when it's your time to shine you truly can be blessed. Don't give up. Never give up. But know what you're fighting for, and never let it be tarnished. Sacrifice as you will, but know this: nothing is perfect in this life. It's hard and unfair, it's rotten beyond compare, but trust me - it's better than we deserve. We made it this far because of our tenacity and our art, so let's now be fine with being merry. We've accomplished our deeds, now it's time to be relieved, don't cry for us we won't be lonely. There's never a light that's not brighter at night, and what's less than perfect is alright. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 fediverse/169 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-95 one of the most empathetic people I ever met on VR chat was consoling me with their mic off while I was oversharing about some stupid things people did to me in the past. things that stupid me thought were okay and actively encouraged because I was stupid. anyway when their mic was off their body language spoke for them. I'll try that next time. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/612 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────── Look all I'm saying is if I had an acolyte or two then my insane ramblings could be filtered and parsed by a real actual human instead of being copied wholesale onto the internet, where the inconsequential or inconceivable ones are left to rest alongside the gifts of knowledge from another realm. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 fediverse/3117 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: cursed-uspol │ └──────────────────────┘ hey. wanna know what would be really cursed? -- if trump dropped out and musk took his place -- good thing it'll never happen because those dinguses can't accept defeat and will never tactically retreat -- maybe something to keep in mind for 4 years from now. eyes on the prize for now means our eyes aren't to our flanks. what else could they do that would come out of left field? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #11 fediverse_boost/778 --- ◀─╔═════════════════[BOOST]═══════════════════───────────────────────────────────╗ ║ ┌────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ║ │ a message to all my haters! │ ║ ║ │ │ ║ ║ │ i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry what did i do wrong i’ll do anything to fix it i’m so sorry please i’ll do anything to get you to stop hating me i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry │ ║ ║ └────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ ║ ╠─────────┐ ┌───────────╣ ║ similar │ chronological │ different ║ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────╝─▶ --- #12 messages/147 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── maybe if I slept until the end of time, I'd do better on the way back. or maybe I'm perfect as I'm, but I'm not so sure about that. is it better to hold a sword? or to leave it all intact is it better to be called lord, or to be simply called jack. I love every creature, every child woman and man, and here, where I stand, I look out upon this land, and I see the world that I was born to. I bear no false affection for any - not even those who'd condemn me to death or misery. I trust relentlessly, and favor almost willingly. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 notes/semblance-of-remembrance --- ═══════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── hello down there how's it hangin'? been a while since you've been sang-in'. got something to hide? or are you too ashamed? there's no callous curses or otherwise hard services who can shape and compare to deserve-us. (Sorrowful is not a pillar of our misbegot trust and longing has broken meanings. cherish thine hair, a smattering beyond compare, and learn everfar of those tenembrarious of conflicts it pays to align to our sibilancings shivering heights and towering frights condemn all sense of fine desperation compulsions have we, of our fineries, but moss and the soil do flatter-us it's not as they say - bastards! it's not confined to our way, yet who are we to profess? confess! tell us your way that none may beyold it confounded as they are civil and kind to our star, who holds us ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 fediverse/2806 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-social-media-spirituality │ └────────────────────────────────────────┘ pretend this is an allegory for social media. [it's not an allegory] yeah that's why I said pretend. okay imagine that you are sitting in a rock in a forest. far away, about 100 feet away, there are other people, but you can't see them because the underbrush is sooooo dense. they are also sitting on rocks. you can speak to them, and share your thoughts - but you don't know exactly where they're coming from because the sound has to bounce around off so many different plants and such. [that's not how that works] shut up so, if you want to say anything important, it's important to have the right tone, because people 2 or 3 clearings away can't really make out your words - but they might hear your tone if you yell very loud. the energy of the space you inhabit is the only thing that really matters. the words that you say are just snickering to a friend, but the expression on your face, the beating of the drum of your heart that reaches forth... that's what matters most. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┘ --- #15 notes/running-with-rifles --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────── this game is what we are missing thank goodness for that for if this is missing in our timeline we'll be better off at last we can have games, stories, and practice wars but none of them are precious precious implies worth they are worth nothing but entertainment no problem solving utility nothing of value save for perhaps the spatial awareness and strategization that comes from being a part of such a deadly ba-lance. anyway game time teehee just for me, don't worry about it I'll show you why it's a HORRID THING that won't be coming to our shores, no siree bye ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┘ --- #16 fediverse/2993 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── hey, listen, I'm here at this point in life just the same as you. who cares, right? like. nobody wants to see your personal development. You don't have to prove yourself. Like... why would you care so much about what other people (who you don't even know) care about what you do? like... it's fine. just... be. you can get better if you want, but only if you want. There's no reason to be so concerned about what other people thingc. Just, identify what and who you are, and then be the best what and who that you are. Thats really all there is to it. and yeah. It's totally unfair that some people get an easier shot at "being who and what they are" that's privilege, and that's stupid. okay, sure, maybe we should conceptualize how to adapt to specific situations when resources are limited but like... it should be something you consent to - like "no thanks I don't need the rocket launchers on this mis==sion== ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/166 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-147 years of practice. every time you delete what you said is another chance to practice that slips away. writing is the easy part, you got that down because you need something to delete, right? the hard part is being received by others, and continuing the conversation as you direct it. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #18 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #19 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/4076 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: spirituality-gestured-at │ └──────────────────────────────┘ the "heaven" they offer you is just a world of your own design, which is what you can do when you're perfectly disciplined and granted the ability to perfectly perceive perception, begets reality and lo! we only see what we want to see life is so much more interesting than death, death is just... a spiral of your penitent peers living their lives glued to their screens and passing through spacetime as if in a dream life, meanwhile, is anything you can conjure on this tiny planet earth. At least we have indoor plumbing, right? I'd rather make friends with the angels in this life, so they can convince me to stop torturing myself. someone... please convince me... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ |