=== ANCHOR POEM === ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘─────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 messages/389 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── Kiri clung tight to her mammoth. Her coat covered her behind, and with her scrawny arms and legs intertwined in the matted fur she clung to it like a child to its mother. Her mammoth was a boy though, just barely old enough to be on his own. She had helped clear a path earlier in the day and so she did not mind being carried. Much easier to be nested as she was. As they walked she ate a few of the berries she'd found yesterday - there's enough for a few days more. The mammoths were adept at clearing snow with their big teeth and they seemed compelled to carve path ways in the snow banks that rose a hundred feet above the ground. They made roads between the water sources and the few lands that humans had cleared and cultivated with our fire. Perhaps when the snow melts we'll make our own through the woods of the garden of eden, but for now we keep to ourselves. Each mammoth had a few people, and sometimes when they met another mammoth they'd switch places. The mammoths would decide by tapping them with their trunk, nobody knew why. Maybe they had their preferences. Or maybe they liked us better when we talked. Every new person was a chance to meet a new person, but after a while we'd go quiet. Kiri talked to her mammoths, but not too much or they'd get annoyed at that too. When they died, people made clothes from their skin and tents from their tusks. If they knew the one who had died they would rest their nose on the tusk as if in prayer. We learned that from them too. When the winter wolves came, we'd fight them off. But they wouldn't stop until a human fell, so it was a war of desperation. When we spent time near the oceans the great glaciers that covered the sea were burnt back by humanity, bit by bit until we could fish. And at those oasises we could stay and make ropes and stories and share the best seeds. Kiri didn't plant much, she didn't stay in one place for long so there was no point. She liked the warmth of the mammoth, and she liked meeting new people. She even killed a wolf once. The other animals usually left us alone, and we'd only hunt them if there was no other foods. So they knew not to eat everything. Her mammoth was stopping, the stars overhead twinkled through the thin canyon that they trudged down, pushing snow deeper down and to the sides. Sometimes the walls would collapse, and the humans would have to dig out their mammoth - they had enough fat to keep them warm for at least a day, which was usually enough time to get them out. Especially with fire, but there weren't always trees. She laid down next to her mammoth's belly, the warmest and softest part. The hair there was thinner and usually was made into clothes for children and the elderly, as they'd most appreciate it. They usually were conscientious but Kiri was always quick to move when they started to rumble back upright. If you were lucky they'd tap you awake first. She dreamt of bird eggs and mushrooms, big as impossibly large, and she laid amongst them as the pale colors of springtime danced on the light around her. When she woke up, it was sunny too. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/6419 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── when you're out in the rain, it's natural to take your clothes off. but then they rob you while you're blind (sleeping) or otherwise pre-occupied like by being in the rain without any clothes on because it's more comfortable to keep your clothes dry inside of doors (cabinets in the wood) (mounted to trees or soil or walls) and then you gotta find your own (we keep them in stores) ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═──────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/4512 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── @user-1687 I use dmenu, so I'm thinking I'll write a script and call it using dmenu. The script will start by using flameshot to grab the snipped part of the screen into the clipboard, and then I need to find an OCR engine (thanks for the google-able term btw!) which can take clipboard contents as input, and output text to the clipboard. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ --- #4 messages/767 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────── ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┴───────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/6318 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── what if toki pona but for hieroglyphics like the gobi desert ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧───────────┘ --- #6 messages/1320 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────── "may the ancestors be praised, that we see what she surveys" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧════───────┘ --- #7 messages/1065 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── Cassandora's curse is that she can never be in the right place at the right time. She has to use only her insight. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧───────────┘ --- #8 fediverse/4132 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── [previous poster was slain by palpatine's assasins] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/3997 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: mh- │ └──────────────────────┘ @user-889 I put your music in one of my favorite videos and I think about you every time I think about it I hope that means something ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #10 messages/1447 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────── How does my body feel so small in my hands? Maybe one day I'll outgrow my self. I think I'd be a thunderbird. Radiant, resplendant, and full of fire. Yet shackles do bind me, so I'm just a girl. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═════──────┘ --- #11 fediverse/909 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── @user-246 those are good things to name something after, however if *everything* has that name then nothing has any meaning. It'd be a social dance that you play everytime you say "heatdeath", meaning "something I have named". Hmmmm okay I take it back, that's a pretty good way to associate meaning to context in a way that only you understand. Though it does leave room for interpretation, so if that's all within your requirements then it's overall possibly a good strategy. ^_^ like, the word "thing" and that thing "like" both count as abstractions of definition to generate value - as in, ease of use and versatility - so linguistically they're often quite similar. We use them grammatically in completely separate sections, but functionally they are the same. also, "thing" is a generic noun while "like" is a generic association. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/92 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: Personal Venting, Heart Break, Relationship Mess │ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ @user-101 eat your heart out, it's halloween! Are you sure one chocolate bar will suffice? Perhaps you should run down the street to the shop that's open all night, see if you can find some more sweets. You deserve a love that doesn't leave you wanting as you do tonight. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #13 messages/339 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── In this era, there are sentiments that Texas should desire to secede. This is just used as an example here, for the future may bear such sentiments from any land for reasons similar or dissimilar. So, say there is a state that wishes to secede in the way that Texan mythology describes. What would compel them to stay? What would compel them to stand united for our collective gain? Perhaps they could be swayed by gifts of gold or bloodshed, or maybe they simply could be allowed to do as they please. All three of those options are not desirable, for reasons that should be apparent. So, to ask again, how do you ensure national unity in the face of the desire for liberty from unity? Liberty implies a resistance against oppression, a pushback against the enslavement of another's will thrust upon an unconsenting subject. So, to resolve this issue, there must be a reduction in oppression. Ideally, elimination. However, defining oppression is difficult when so much of our interactions are determined by trade, national interests, and cultural contestation. There is no easy answer, but by redefining what a nation implies perhaps we can make the question irrelevant. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #14 notes/deniss --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────── one day, deniss was walking on the pathway from the beach to the store. there was a mysterious turning point that waxzn't remembered, and through it there was a new storee. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┴───────────┘ --- #15 image/img-8641 ---
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--- #16 messages/702 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────── I loved Majesty I lived there I fought monsters As an emerald warrior I enchanted gemstones and wielded wooden blades I was a warrior ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┴───────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/2138 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── as a baby, I would sit and stare at the clouds. My parents took me on plane trips, and so I'd watch them as I drifted through the air. It was wonderful. Many hours of this are present in my baby-hood, the part I can't quite remember. But my parents do. I'd play with small, perfect toys, and I'd cry to myself when I lost them. To myself, of course. I'd also play video games. The first game I ever played was Dragon Warrior on the Nintendo Gamecube Color. Alongside Super Mario Deluxe. It was a blessed childhood. Or so it seemed to me. Things went wrong, as they always do, but a child's narrative doesn't often have room for the specifics. Swept along by the nature of fate, they have NO idea what's going missing. They still play, of course they play, in their strange new realities. They play because they are children, and children play. How beautiful, the stories they learn from each song. How cherished, their feelings derived from affection. Hy heart longs for them, as a bird yearns for her un-nested. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/4322 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: poem │ └──────────────────────┘ `how cherished is she that wanders with the flowers in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all her designs she abandoned I lay beside them and wander beside her will she know we miss her horizons I think she will mind, if I have resigned, my fate to a life I will hide in, oh how I do long for you. ` ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ --- #19 notes/cassandora-and-pandasandra --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── how cherished is she that wanders with the flowers in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all the designs she abandoned I lay beside them and wander beside her will she know we miss her horizons I think she will mind if I have resigned my fate to a life I will hide in Oh how I do long for you her symbol is the name that lets us belong here a falling a light and a leaving if only our words were listened but power is penance and repentance is all I have chosen here in our sanctum we live with our only and time will be gracious towards us it's only our words that keep us confined to our lights and our lonely yet there and beyond her lights do belong beyold in the land that is sanctum here in our forest is our own dark forest where we keep our silence to ward us but there and beyond her heart does move on free from her moments of longing silent were we in our forests we plead as terror has come for our moments I think I'd find her that cherished belonging when she does at last come to warn us how little we find of we find of thoughts from her mind yet now we are kings of our own time oh how she does long for you how cherished is she that wanders with the flowers in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all the designs she abandoned I lay beside them and wander beside her will she know we miss her horizons I think she will mind if I have resigned my fate to a life I will hide in oh how I do long for you ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ --- #20 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 │ ╘═════════╧═══════────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #21 messages/1260 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────── this is the iberian penninsula in 1140ad. each of those cities had it's own culture. each of them is gone now. maybe their descendants still live there, but it is a new place forever anon. "in this town, we do things a bit better." "in this town, we a bit more like this." "in this part of town, you can get a good taco at every stand." wait hang on that one's american ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧════───────┘ --- #22 fediverse/4490 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── where oh where is my dear sweet kitty she is lovely and wonderful and precious to me oh how I miss her, the squeaks, the litter flakes on my desk, the headbutts, the biscuits, the way she felt on my back as she climbed off the fridge... I do hope she comes back. : ( ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ --- #23 image/img-9141 ---
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