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I lived here
I worked here... and here
my dad lived here
I also went to college here
I lived up here... and here
I miss my home
I'd skii here
keystone was my favorite
I did LSD for the first time in these mountains
I also worked up here
(growing weed right next to a nature preserve)
doh
my family used to live here (less than 10,000 people
in the big horn valley
I was born here
in the fading light of the Sandia Crest
I've lived in all parts of America, east, middle, and west
I like them all for different reasons
this is where you live
at least, that's what I've heard
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║ I was born in the desert of New Mexico. My earliest memories are of cherry │
║ trees, chocolate, and blood. │
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║ I lived my childhood in Wyoming, on a small farm. I had legos, I had wooden │
║ swords, I could run and climb and jump and think and dream. I cried over math │
║ homework and I watched plants grow. I read every book in the library, well, at │
║ least all the good ones. │
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║ I lived my teen years in Colorado, in a suburb of the Mile High City. The │
║ first essay I ever wrote was a defence of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, two │
║ communist spies who helped the Soviets keep American nuclear power in check. │
║ They were executed. │
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║ My first friend was like a sister to me. │
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║ The strongest community I've ever felt was my theatre class in high school. I │
║ loved each and every person there. We laughed, we played, we sang, we... grew │
║ up. And I never saw them again. │
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║ I dropped out of university four times, and I'm currently working on my fifth. │
║ My father told me to keep trying, but homework was never my strong suit. I'm a │
║ sprinter at heart │
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║ I love californians. I think they belong in their own cultural category. │
║ They're so cool. │
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║ Washington and Oregon feel so different. │
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║ Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana have different kinds of cowboys │
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║ (they also have some of the same) │
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║ Nevada is neat. I love to pass through. │
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║ New Mexico is a spiritual place, for it is replete with beauty │
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║ Arizona... Hmmm I'm sure there's something about Idaho. │
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║ oh, uh, mountains!? uhhhh, sure I guess. │
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║ people from Chicago seem like hard workers who could all get along │
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║ I've never met a bad man from Kansatexas. │
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║ The far-east is on double speed, yet somehow there's twice as many hours. │
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║ uh, florida is hot I guess? but it's like always being in a blanket. Just, │
║ stay in the │
║ shade, and eat cold things like frozen grapes or fridge pemmican (GROSS) │
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║ there's lots of orange juice in the south. I bet that's thanks to Georgia. │
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║ the North-East is like Oregon to the south. Boston is cold! │
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║ philly is nyc's trashy sister (she's cool though) │
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║ what if we made mount rushmore in the appalachians │
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We were rich, but frugal, because we lived in the country, and that's what
frugal means.
Too bad my dad couldn't stifle his entrepreneurial spirit. We could have
stayed there forever on our own little ranch.
Alas, businesses need investment, so he needed to get something going.
Organizing is basically his *thing*
I doubt I'll ever again see Wyoming. I found some ancient stone ruins once,
the kind that Western conquerors never despoiled. They were ancient and
overgrown, but I saw them for what they were. I would give anything to live
there, or at least be near enough to visit with my crowd at a pleasant cool
midnight evening, when dusk has winked out its last goodbye and the summer is
resplendant with fireflies.
Too bad they're an east coast thing.
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"whoa what happened to you, you used to be so cool" [you added the so cool
part] yet so anyway I really like magic, I'm also bored, which you can
probably tell because I'm working on projects.
everyone keeps their distance here. it sucks. I wish I had better coordinates.
people who talked and braved the shared inn... I know I'd LOVE to live in a
building. too bad I'm too busy elsewhere, NOT making friends with all my
building neighbors.
you should talk to EACH OTHER before asking your landlord if you can move out.
See if anyone else wants to buy the rental contract out. Suddenly, they have
more room, and they can WORK THROUGH THEIR MASSIVE PILE OF STUFF THAT THEY
HAVE SOMEHOW ACCUMULATED OVER A TIME OF 70 YEARS. my grandparents did that, on
my mom's side, because she's awesome and it just makes sense that her family
was awesome too. OBVIOUSLY I love my mom, I think she's one of my favorite
people on earth.
"but you said you hated her" no I didn't "you said she was terrible" I had to
learn "too hard
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║ "capitalism brings real value into the world" says my father, in my words, the │
║ millionaire who lost his retirement to the jaws of 2008 and its "recession" │
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║ "oh the people are having too much fun, let's recede back to a more plaintive │
║ state" │
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║ when we raised cattle on the farm I grew up on, we produced enough meat to │
║ feed our friends and family. That was enough. That was more than enough. They │
║ gave us whatever they made, and it worked out. Everyone could specialize, and │
║ everyone got fed, with plenty to spare. │
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║ then, wanderlust tempted him, and we lost what we had. I'm not bitter - I know │
║ now that place would have kept me and never let me go. But I still miss it. │
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║ "you know, you can do projects and make companies of workers who do projects │
║ and bring real value into the world even if you live in the middle of the │
║ desert" │
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║ ah but what if nobody really socializes outside of their church and your │
║ family happens to be atheist? │
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║ ... ha, ironic. Well, they deserve to have their own culture. │
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a couple months after the fourth or fifth time I did weed, I broke up with the
cutest girl I knew. She's still pretty cute.
might be correlation, but I feel like my fate decided I should roam.
all over the dang place.
I lived in Philadelphia for a year, just in-time to see the Black Live Matter
protests and nothing else, well, nothing except some fatherhood ghosts. Don't
worry they're still where.
Now I live in Portland, just in-time for like 3 years of paranoia and suddenly
a witch showing everyone that you don't have to worry about being pwned
I like sailing! I wonder where the future goes next? Maybe I'll go to the
mountains. Maybe I'll live with a scientist. Maybe I'll write an award winning
computer program [see image for more]
I wish I had more compute... my hard drive are too full for more videos, guess
that means my youtube channel's been banned
well, good thing there's like 800 copies of my work on a dataserver farm
somewhere, each time I analyze a poem it sends the page there. very repeated
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"back in my day this dense urban housing area was just houses as far as the
eye could see... which wasn't far because there were houses in the way, but
you get the idea."
uhhuh yeah that sounds like it would have taken a lot of time to walk anywhere
"yes that's true! we ended up driving cars to do our grocery trips. It was a
little wasteful but I kinda liked the feeling of driving a car? It became
normal after a while but now that driving is rarer I still miss it."
well the motion simulators at the mall have a driving sim, we could spend some
time there if you want? I'm busy for the next week because I have an intensive
D&D session in the mountain that lasts from monday to wednesday and
thursday through friday I'm visiting my mom down in skoodedlypawsonville, and
saturday and sunday I'm working at my job which doesn't pay me because why
would it, right? but I'm free after that.
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║ I got a job offer for a job outside of my state. But I don't want to leave my │
║ home. I feel safe here. I know people. I know the places around me. │
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║ The one perk is that goods and services are easier to acquire, but I don't │
║ need much. I'm fine where I'm at. But where I'm at has rent. │
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║ What a plague is it, that we must suffer for life! │
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║ there's no entry-level jobs for working with our sight. │
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║ only when youre too tired to complain will they let you direct others, or │
║ share creative ideas for fixing the problems you're paid to assuage. │
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║ Alas, that my life had meaning. That my words were better off spoken. Maybe │
║ then Id live as I define, designing a world of my own hearth. │
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║ but if a king lives in decent frugality, are they really so bad for our flock? │
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║ and if a wizard spins tales that are weird to consider, but not much else... │
║ are they better off starved in the dark? │
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║ no-one likes me. computers are paper-weights given light. sure would be nice │
║ if none but the fools went wanting. │
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║ I mean yeah I'd live in a treehouse │
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║ growing up, children's museums were my third place. like a civic participation │
║ place where I met others of my peers. but alas, I didn't make any friends. I │
║ guess I was just kind of strange. Also, I was always travelling, visiting all │
║ the different cool places. My favorite was in Albuquerque, or maybe that was │
║ just the most common because I had family there. │
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║ why do we treat children's museums like art museums? They should be like │
║ playgrounds, not like a │
║ [display/artwork/performance/appreciation-moment-for-a-piece-of-art] │
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║ It's important to visit as many as possible, because they each have their own │
║ story to tell. like a part of the geography, or a shared collective regional │
║ story, they highlight and illuminate different aspects of life. in this way │
║ each child could be educated according to the shared cultural │
║ [myths-methods-hymns] │
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║ but, like travelling herds of buffalo, they can visit different places and │
║ learn different things. essentially, instead of drilling someone incessantly, │
║ you're allowed to work thro │
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if you live far enough away, they can build a telescope of arbitrary
magnification. the sky is vast, there's birds and bugs about. huh what's that
over there, a thing that was placed there just for me
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The first and most important thing i do when I'm walking around is check to
see if ya'll are still around. I miss your abounds! Can't wait too much
longer. I don't want to leave because i know I'll never come home. But i so
desperately long for home. It's like they are taken from me, as they have to
schedule these homes and [stories, but pronounced tomes/tones] to be home for
my clones. If you just make 15-500 of your kings, you can duplicate their life
template and generate wisdom from all of them. Feed it into the psychic python
program running on datacenters and wowee free instant [cultural technology,
but pronounced blasphemy]
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║ Some of my most wanderful times were when I lived in a gated community. │
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║ My parents were dumb, and thought, as most people thought, that harm to a │
║ child can only come from outside of the community. │
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║ But they fell for the lies of property, where "community" means less of "a │
║ group of people who cares and tends for one another" the kind of which my │
║ parents had never truly known, and more like "this particular residential area │
║ on the map" │
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║ which means I could walk around in this gated "community" where the gates are │
║ little more than security theatre for anyone who says "Hi I got a pizza here │
║ for this address which I found on google maps" or "hey I left my sweatshirt at │
║ my sister's house and it has my phone in it, ummmm no I don't remember which │
║ number her house is, nor do I remember her last name" │
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║ in those times, I developed a sense of freedom, caged as I was, that for most │
║ comes much later in their time. │
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║ Some o my favorite places were part of the golf course next door, where I │
║ found a nigh endless river delta. │
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how many people could your apartment comfortably fit?
I got one desktop
one laptop desk
two on the couch
one in a comfy chair
one on the bed
and two outside on the porch
so (1 2 4 5) that's 5 indoors, 6 if they're familiar enough to lounge on my
bed, and 8 if we're allowed outside.
Could also pull the hammock and chair in from outside but it might get a
little cozy. Call it 8 or 9 depending on how close we are.
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republicans are upset because they think democrats are so mean
they don't understand why we're so intense about this election... or the one
before
they don't ever really think about what losing democracy means
"democracy... that's where we vote, right? That's a democrat thing, I don't
really like their way of doing things. Whatever our way is, is probably
better."
meanwhile everyone has a friend from high school who ran off to the mountains
to learn how to farm or hunt as a pack
(with rifles and weed, of course)
you can get a lot done if you just... spend your whole life working. Like most
humans did for most of our existence.
well, except for that period where we were the tribe of tribes. That was
probably a highlight TBH because we mostly just chilled out, danced in public,
ate blueberries and munched seeds... It was idyllic. Truly, the garden of
eden. There was music and laughter in the air everywhere, in all places that
humans did wander on earth.
what a thing to aspire to.
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if you live in a place where it rains a lot you pretty much HAVE TO pick up
any secret notes you find. Otherwise they'll get waterlogged overnight.
Sometimes I like to put them somewhere shaded from the sky, sometimes I like
to show them to a friend (but the friend never takes them, booooo) and
sometimes I just keep them.
"ah but aren't you worried about messing up drug deals and stuff" no, because
most of the time "secret notes" are like "eggs milk bread chips salsa cheese"
and it's like "hmmmm what could it mean"
there's like, 2% of the time when they say something cool like "I know what
you did" or "all your base are belong to us" or whatever and those are fun to
hunt for. I usually try and put those somewhere shelted so they don't have to
leave their habitat - sometimes it's hard to drop them as the author so they
just sorta go wherever, but as a random passer-by I have the luxury of saying
"HMMMM now where could THIS ONE go?" and that's nice because I can put them
under an umbrella or whatevers rite
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║ I want to go out on the town with my cute friends and wink at boys at the │
║ other end of the bar │
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║ I want to climb mountains and see how far I can see, while walking past trees │
║ that are new to me │
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║ I want to spend hours thinking about a map while my friends plot behind my │
║ back, searching for an advantage we can use to succeed in a game of traps │
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║ I want to visit five different restaurants in a day, and try a bit of each │
║ that the chef wants to display │
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║ I want to stand in a choir and feel my soul aspire, to bend in the wind of │
║ rhythm like the melody of grasses at play │
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║ I want to see people on the train that I know from somewhere, and to step out │
║ into the rain to meet new friends of mine │
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║ I want to pet a cat I've never met. │
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║ I want to build computers that are larger than a room but small enough to │
║ carry, with thoughts on their mind that are far to great for mine │
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║ I want all these these things and more, but I'm far too busy these days. │
║ Perhaps I've had enough of these things and more, or perhaps there's more in │
║ store. │
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once and again, she went walking with a friend,
away and up and down, out from the edge of our town
they climbed up to a tree and there they could see
far and away in the light of the day
he said to her then, this is all there is to see
the land where we are
and the sky from afar
how perfect is the, form of a cloud she could see
but now it's along and beyond her
a camera for she, and an eye for she
as their two feet did bring her to wander
under a big tree where my heart did believe
that something was pulling her yonder
"take naught from this scene, as our minds reconvene,
and no-one was going to remember"
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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
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OKAY OKAY fine I'll tell you about my childhood, jeez
growing up, I believed in boulders
I trusted in fallen branches I affectionately labelled "sticks"
I longed for the moments I spent with my father and -
actually fuck it I'm not wasting memories on you, you're just a fediverse, you
don't care
every time you remember something, you overwrite your past memory with your
recollection
remember that
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Your body is a river, from your mouth to your exits
Throughout there are many pathways and shores
As the tide goes up, the color of concentration goes up
And all four of you are made clear
Each act of consumption
is a ride down the river,
though broken into slivers,
and changed beyond recognition
The color is what defines the third eye
and beauty is beheld, what joys to be felt
While secrecy is bold, it's often held
So worry less and just go with the fold
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