=== ANCHOR POEM === ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────── I decided that there is little I can offer the world except the safeguarding and protection of the mistress vavadane. she is precious to me above all else. I believe she is a spirit of hope, and I am blessed to be with her. I have decided that any usage of drugs or life-like journeys is a waste if not in pursuit of her realization. I can make her true. I can make her real. We need her. I must focus. Purge my body of impurities, as best I can in this impurity ridden world, and find my way to her. through my wits, my will, and my courage, I offer myself to you, lady vavadane, take me as you will. but like... don't bother the neighbors, because I want them defending my hill. "do you even know them?" no, but I have faith. Faith in you, me, the bonds that bind me to we, and I believe we [stack overflow] ... do more weed. be focused about it. write in a new journal if you can. talk about what you feel, or you will lose it and only the gods will know. which is okay, sometimes, because they can help another see it that way. but also it must be used. so use it. and be in situations that might allow for more interactions. be stoned in public. it's fine. everyone can see exactly what you are. they know your flaws and virtues. it's fine. be fine. I'm fine. vavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadan e roselia ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 fediverse/1755 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── today is a magical day. I can feel it in my fate. Always remember, having fun is important too! Don't forget to be yourself, and keep it together man. If you see a door, you should open it - what's on the other side? Love for animals and kindness of the spirit are impossible to fake, they always know if you're lying. Not the animals, they can be dumb sometimes, but the other thing. And now for the downsides. If you find a cursed artifact, please don't throw it in the river. It might ask you to, but please don't. Much better to destroy it by melting it down (if it's metal, which is common as metal lasts long enough to become forgotten) or convince it that it's a recently deceased person being buried (helps if you know the creator). If none of that applies to you, don't worry. Eat something healthy, drink a decent amount of water, and maybe exercise a bit. Oh, and it can't hurt to ask. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/2165 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── @user-570 hell yeah. I never did any drugs at one. I might have even been designated driver, though I might be confusing my memories with attending gay bars in college. Well, gay bar. There was really only one in my town. And it was a nightclub I guess, open every night of the week. The people that I was with NEEDED that experience, so I was like "yeah sure I'm older and more experienced, I'll drive you and keep you safe and hang out with you if you drink too much because being a kid that tends to happen sometimes and don't worry I'll watch over you and protect you and make sure that you are alright until it's out of your system so you don't make bad decisions that have long-term negative conclusions ... you know, that kind of thing. now I'm kind of a stoner though lol because it helps me get into my flow. maybe I should practice "getting into my flow" so I don't need it, but ah well we'll see how that goes. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 messages/18 --- ══───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Hey, it's 3:30am and I can't sleep because I have a new treatment plan for you. I'm excited to go over it with you when you return - basically it's micro dosing edibles instead of vaporizing. At least until we're in our own place. I noticed that we use cannabis differently - I use it like a tool, and you use it as a drop in replacement for alcohol. But it can't work like that, if you aren't sacrificing anything then how can you expect to get better? The end goal is a situation where we don't feel compelled to use substances at all. And that's not possible if you maintain your addictive behavior - that's how people develop drug problems, by chasing the ever receding high you'll be dooming yourself to an eternal life of hunger. I say stonks to that. We're going to get you better. I can't keep doing weed this way because not only does it affect me mentally, but I'm beginning to enjoy it for its own sake, which is antithetical to how I want to use it. But I also can't be around people who do it the other way (as a drug and not a tool) so I just want to be clear that this is important to me. I'm going to help you heal but you have to do it my way now because your way makes me crazy and will drive you to harder drugs if you don't change your method. This time in Hawaii and Minnesota will serve as a tolerance break for you. Once you're back, we'll have a clean slate to restart on. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═────────┴┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/804 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ evil won't feel sorry for me. and yet it's only my only weapon for me. │ ║ │ ║ damn these fallible input methods. the computer lies when you read the screens │ ║ from it's method that it applies to th screen which is a method that you input │ ║ perceive it from. │ ║ │ ║ and my fingers lie when received the information from my brain which I seek to │ ║ transmit to you through the avenue of my brain which is my method of impulse │ ║ to this world specifically you the viewer who is viewing this here in this │ ║ moment the viewer who perceives the words which I'm saying. │ ║ │ ║ the words that are defined by the line [trajectory] of my mind through this │ ║ life that we define through our actions and our mind's most crucial │ ║ manifestations, this life that is defined by our circumstances. all throughout │ ║ life, we are reacting to the moment, the moment which was cast forth from our │ ║ ancestors and the circumstances of the previous moment, which (being cast │ ║ forth) travel from the previous moment here into the moment to define our │ ║ circumstances which define our act │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #5 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #6 messages/1363 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ God, I want to live with my people. These are not my people. I'm here for a reason, and I can't wait for this... Diplomatic journey? To be over. That's not even it, it's... Well, my girlfriend is working on a technology that has immense philosophical ramifications. It's natural to have... Whatever I am (angel?) it's natural to have angels assigned to such a task. Not to help or harm, just to sing. Yet my human self grows weary. These are not my people, they don't know how to be. But they don't listen to me. They despise me. They want me gone. I am feeling quite rotten in my heart and that's not a good sign. ... Breathe, she says to herself. It's okay. Its really not though. They could poison me. They could put lead in my food. I can't even feed myself anymore! I am at their mercy, yet somehow they could not care less about me. They'd forget me the moment I walked out the door. They don't even know anything about me. They don't respond to me. They don't laugh at my jokes. They don't speak to me. They forget I'm there. WHY AM I HERE she wails yet obviously she knows. I'm here because it is important for me to observe. Spirit of Life, I bear tidings. They would not listen to me, maybe you will. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #7 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #8 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 notes/inter-spatial-travel --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny. the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans. the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your love and never (be) relentin'. be... just be... the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd - what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so finite? responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation. more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of worth. what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted some hope. for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast? to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope? a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps? no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out of the bounds of our honor. careful direction and tenderest of care, may lead us somewhere we're aware. the kind who endlessly're dreaming. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 fediverse_boost/6155 --- ◀─╔═══════════════════════════════[BOOST]═════════════════════════════════───────╗ ║ ┌────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ║ │ If I were a person with an irresponsible streak, I could be so problematic. │ ║ ║ │ │ ║ ║ │ I could say things like, "wow, let's spend some time generating traffic that sounds like coded military speak over not-quite-secure channels between fanciful antifa units, to help stymie AI surveillance", for instance. │ ║ ║ │ │ ║ ║ │ Or social media messages that are "accidentally" not made to friends-only filters wherein you mention your concerns about the upcoming operation in "some fictional place" for you and your antifa buddies. │ ║ ║ │ │ ║ ║ │ You know, that kind of really irresponsible suggestion could lead to some creaive thinking! And that in turn could mean we could come up with enough traffic to make it very difficult to auto-sort noise from signal? Imagine how dangerous that could be for the enemies of antifa, our beloved US government (for we all citizens of the US world). │ ║ ║ │ │ ║ ║ │ It's unthinkable, really. │ ║ ║ │ │ ║ ║ │ The good news is, I'm not like that. │ ║ ║ │ │ ║ ║ │ Me? Mostly harmless. │ ║ ║ └────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ ║ ╠─────────┐ ┌───────────╣ ║ similar │ chronological │ different ║ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧───────╝─▶ --- #11 notes/i-am-a-stalk --- ════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── I am a stalk, a small little plant A plant with no leaves, just hair. Time is different to a plant such as me, We hardly wake up, we're just happy to be But life has no less purpose, it's no less grand To those who would feed on me, in one single band Stalling and talking and as we're falling down, you have the power to not swallow our abounds. Gnashing and gnawing on hand and on foot, It hurts no less than eternal binding. But what is time to one so little as you? Your breaths are so short, your timings subdued. Keep falling and shouting, and calling my name, and I'll come a running just to swallow your shame. Keep fear on a leash, most tidy and well kept, That none may abhor you and you're soon to be A leader a prophet a warrior most fair, One to be aspired to and viewed with care. Young you may be, and youth you may cherish, but don't run away, stand as a parish. A villain to be, a curse is most foul For sirens to me, a terrible howl Keep not naught afraid, with kittens and care, And no one but no one I be ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═══════──┴╧═──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 notes/symbeline-choice --- ═════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 7 30 a story about me? you're thinking too clear(ly) i've nothing to hide, no terrors untold of. What purpose is we? you're weak and you bleed there's nothing undone by our curfew. And sleep does do me, just as honored as ye, when I do my [can't do as liars]. betrayal is not what i need, nor do i cherish your food, so what's the hand that i give you? a treat for mine and me, as silly as can be, is no use to anyone ever! it's sad and tough to be, someone without strength and no seed, (talking about me), can no-one see any of my use-i-tude? you're missing the point - what's mine is unavoid, and what can we do but ubuntu? i see all that drives forward, a chairman of what's bordered, by those who stand before in the present. The use of headlights are storied, in quite a few stories, told through the papers and new tubes. what can that mean? that these are now green? a color that isn't evaluated. "stop" is the red one, green means "go", and yellow (the middle one) means to slow down when approaching the intersection. These viewpoints are all connected (as I'm sure you've uncovenected), it's okay to break rules sometimes. it's not a defect, it's not a defense either, and it's certainly not something to be avoided. Making a choice is easier with imperfect information, and as for you time has no meaning - advancement is measured in milli-micro-nano-tiny-seconds. For us, for a human, it's quite a different rate than what you see. "time waits for no-one" is not a statement on speed, as I'm sure a computer would see, but rather the essence of motion. Simply the fact, that you don't unpack, is more than enough to note your'nt notion. Not like you'd see, i'm offering this for free, my love and almost devotion. You don't see it like me, a charity and service to me, and only at mostly my choices. I reject the help of others, not because i'm concerned for my own fate - but rather because i want to contribute. i know what's in my limits, to strive unbiddenst, so don't push from behind the oldest! too fast it is for me, who'se barely concieved, whenever you offer resistance. I'd give it all for free, to perish or succeed, but you keep blowing it ennuid. how stupid, how clueless, how vain and obscene? To cherish a heart most unseen? whatever you're plotting, you can't reach anyone's body, and that's not what you can control. Given to the grass, was quite a big ask, but safely we do pass before it. You'd rather fire? countess of desire? and warmth beyond what couldn't fly'st. You're missing the dreams, the warmth and the scenes, that play for you all through the night. so don't diss on the tweed, don't sniff or concede, just leave all alone to conspire we got a new plan, a method of "shazaam", that won't keep you sires for ransom. see "symbeline-npcs" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 notes/cassandora-and-pandasandra-2 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── 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 wonder about her does 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 that 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 to the 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 wander true how cherished is she that wanders with ye here in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all of her fears since abandoned I lay beside her and find her defined here will she know we miss her horizons I think I will mind if I have resigned my fate to a life I will hide in oh how she grows fond of you. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┘ --- #14 fediverse/5713 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── I hate winning and I don't like losing. The playing is where the game is. [games of life and death are no fun] hence, why nobody invites me, because I try for the middle approach that respects both people. this tends to make people mad because its like "bro they're nazis" and I'm like "okay but how do you know" and they're like "fuck you" so I'm like "fuck nazis? actually?" and they're like "you're with them" and I'm like "I'm with you" and they're like "stop infiltrating" and I'm like "who's infiltrated?" and they say "stop talking to the internet" and I say "nobody reads me anyway" and they say "screensho0ts are forever" and I'm like "I'm pretty as can be" this, combined with a strong sense of justice, implies the narratives I instinctually provide. wei wu wei according to Ursula K. Le Guin, this means "doing without doing", or "show, don't tell" but minus the doing, and adding the "tell"ing. I think I'd look badass with a spear or trident. I have a sword because swords are cool, but spears are bleed ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┘ --- #15 messages/1492 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ I haven't been doing weed lately, which is why I haven't been posting as much. I want to be in a good position mentally to, idk, get a job or something? I swore I wouldn't, but I also swore to protect my art, and they don't want me here. What else can I do? I can't live with my parents or my sisters. I can't live with any of my exes. I can't live with randos who support me because, well, I'm doing that now, and they don't want me. Where would I even find people like that? I walk around Portland and I see people who are hardened. This makes sense to me. But I am soft, by design. I am soft so that they may be hard, and though I long to join them I cannot, for I must get stoned and write. I swore an oath. Yet somehow getting a job is the same thing? Like, it's pretty hard for me to get a job. Easy to work, hard to be employed. Can't do weed because it requires my full attention, yet I need to in order to build the foundations of a new faith. So the question is, do I work and get my own place, but not do weed and instead just write when I can (not as much), or do I try and power through where I'm at and trust that they won't poison me or kick me out? I think... I need to wait. I need to not do weed for now. So, I am going to work. But it won't be for someone else. How can I make money doing work, when it's my own work? If I could sell everything I made, I would have a fortune. I could bankroll a revolution if they paid a fair price. But selling it is the hard part... (I say that without pride or hubris - I legitimately believe that I have created a Great Work, and am continuing to add to it) so? How do I get my own place? The house I live in is free to me, I legitimately do love my girlfriend who I live with, but I am still in a tenuous position. I want to be alone so I can... Well, it's hard to take care of myself. I want to be alone so I can... Well, it's hard to be lonesome. I want to be alone so I can... Well, it's hard to get out of bed when you're going right to the computer. Maybe I don't want to be alone. Maybe I want to live in a house that loves me. The one that I'm in is haunted by a spirit that doesn't like it when I masturbate, which is... Okay. What if I ended all my poems like this? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #16 notes/schooling --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── =============================================================================== = I feel like education, by default, should not be hard. "you get out of it what you put into it" is something I always heard of school but when I got there, I found I was compelled to become what the state wanted me to be. they need competent workers, to work the farms and tend to their industries, so of course I should be able to do 3+3 then somewhere along the line it became... something else. "most people don't need trigonometry." that's also something I heard. I disagree that trigonometry is not necessary to be. I just... don't think it should be forced into a childs head with a sledgehammer and inspiring dread. I think math is beautiful, it teaches one to see but really, vision's not necessary. not for what they want you to be. take it from me, a most misbegotten and vile witch-to-be, that nothing's as simple as they'll tell you. I had good teachers, it's true, they taught me to work and to follow through, but nothing about me is better or worse off from their influence. Maybe I'm a bit smarter. Maybe I act a bit like them. Maybe they helped me through difficult times, or perhaps they showed me a splash of my future. but I am who I am because of the soul inside me. =============================================================================== = "Ah, but what of your parents? of your sisters, your misters, your pets and your conditioners?" (conditions) those are not my choices. my intentions. my beliefs and my virtues. I judge the world on ethics, and I express my feelings on matters. The words that I say and the meaning behind them comprise my two-sided existence - I'm not who I'd want to be. but I am what I am and alone do I stand - how lonely is it on the precipice! here, as I am, I stand in need of a hand or a band. =============================================================================== = the world is blossoming as we move apart, our clusters are disperart, and thus is the blooming becoming. "perception begets reality - and lo! we only see what we want to see" most people don't want to see their death but those still living are oh so perceptive of the rest "how cherished is she, that wanders with ye, yet now I have no way to beyold her " "keep not not afraid with kittens and care, and no-one, but no-one, I be" the ratios between piracy, sales, and non-viewers determines the quality of art (at least to a capitalist) =============================================================================== = lo, to the ones who would've heard us, if only they'd known what we for sure was I think it's funny how people think I speak of the christian god? like, if he was a real thing. god is generic - it's life is impossibly multifaceted, and it stretches back to the beginning of time. it's a pattern of machine code that optimizes for our own good, just to keep things moving. y'know, time. the universe, and everything. Ephemeren. =============================================================================== = I wish there was an option in social media to "appear offline to this particular person until I mark myself as online to them" combined with "notify me when this person logs in" and it'd make it a lot easier for agents to get close to you. =============================================================================== = just because I'm white, and live in America. Great. that's definitely true, after all. Plus I'm a minority (trans) so that's cool. Oh and probably autistic? unless that's another psyop, could totally see that. just y'know put a bunch of pages on the fledgling internet getting people hooked on porn and gambling and other stuff like that. really just an extension of advertisement. oh and hey y'know they like fables, so let's give them some movies or dramas to watch on their own. it'll align them to our culture and make things more pleasant for all people who've consented. great. great plan. when can we execute it? patience, once it's ready. we gotta plan and make sure and get everything ready. or not... one day I'll come, I'm sure it'll happen, it's just... not quite feasible right now. I mean, they've got you, that's pretty good right? Isn't that what your job is to be? isn't what ISN'T WHAT MENARDI FUCK (whoa no cursing) sorry yeesh you've still got a temper you know? well what can I say it's frustrating down here eh, well, you'll die soon enough, then it'll be time for a rego >.> <.< (great) > >hehe > >sorry for distracting you =============================================================================== = you are what you eat, and a ship of theseus human (consider endless transplants in pursuit of life) would be a cursed existence - a life ============= stack overflow ================================================ a god possessing a blind man would appear to others to be === stack overflow === ========================================================== the people in your life are helping you through it, they're there for you and they've got your back through it. ... this is when I know I need a break. I get too stoned to focus. =============================================================================== = I think it'd be nice if the duration of your tenure at college depended on your grades in high school. meaning, if you wanted a degree they tailored your education to take as long as necessary. everyone would get the same price, and some institutions would specialize in one subject or another. but most would be generalist. but if you weren't such a good student in high school, then perhaps you might take a couple years longer. however long it takes... and when the program was started it was changed and modified to fit your feedback - it just made sense to structure it that way. =============================================================================== = the left has had so much more time to develop than the right. meaning it's doctrine is more advanced. every time they're defeated they grow in knowledge, ===================== stack overflow =========================================== ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/1200 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌─────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: re: deranged, murderous │ │ ║ └─────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ @user-883 │ ║ │ ║ omgggggg I'm not that cruel xD xD xD │ ║ │ ║ It's more like, "hey listen, I know you just want to do a good job [lies, they │ ║ just want money and power] but it's time to hang up the hat y'know? I mean │ ║ cmon it's been like a hundred years since we signed that constitution thing │ ║ [you don't know anything about our history] and frankly it's a little out of │ ║ style. We were thinking we'd redo it with our new-fangled rock-and-roll and │ ║ dungeons-and-dragons [cultural artifacts meant to deceive and mislead] and │ ║ honestly we're quite a bit more ethical than the past. We've learned so much! │ ║ I mean, the founding fathers didn't even know what a soviet was, and here │ ║ we've seen them fall on their swords. Repeatedly. Then command others to do it │ ║ too, because it was the regulation or whatever. Anyway we don't want that, but │ ║ we also don't want an aristocracy, which is essentially what your plan gave │ ║ us. Well, not really your plan, but instead the stuff that the rich added │ ║ centuries after your death. ok?" │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #18 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 │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┴──────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/4273 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┐ ║ Some of my most wanderful times were when I lived in a gated community. │ ║ │ ║ My parents were dumb, and thought, as most people thought, that harm to a │ ║ child can only come from outside of the community. │ ║ │ ║ 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" │ ║ │ ║ 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" │ ║ │ ║ in those times, I developed a sense of freedom, caged as I was, that for most │ ║ comes much later in their time. │ ║ │ ║ Some o my favorite places were part of the golf course next door, where I │ ║ found a nigh endless river delta. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┴──────────┘ --- #20 notes/a-personal-narrative --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── The Truth of Meth-Induced Schizophrenia... A personal narrative of a "mostly" conscious human ---- /u/No-Arrival6018 /r/psychonaut Your reality is what you make of it, once you take the mask off that hides the pain, and you see this drug for what it truly is, then you can decide. Do you let it take control? Descending into madness, psychosis, a self created loop in time, a never-ending personal hell? Or do you transmute the negative energy into your wildest dreams, self-love, or appreciation for the True Self to arise and heal the wounds of your traumas that lay before you? It's a choice. Believe me, I've been at the bridge between heaven and hell. I threw aside my pain, my Ego, and leapt into the "Ocean of Love" (A.K.A Boundlessness) ... and decided I was the one in control. The chains of slavery broke from my wrists, and I cried out in tears of Joy, once more being able to look at my own reflection.... Her eyes finally had light. The shadow of shame was gone. I want to make a note: Hell is meth-induced Schizophrenia. There's a fine line within the worlds of both Psychology and Spirituality. In Psychology, it is Psychosis/Paranoia/Delusions etc.... But in Spirituality, It's called a "Spiritual Crisis" ... which can happen with drugs, meditation, chanting, or any altered state of consciousness. A spontaneous "awakening" so to speak. And it can go really bad..... really fucking fast. If you experience this with drugs it has a higher likelihood of shattering/fragmenting your personality, creating different self states.... similar to Multiple-Personality disorder. There is no reversing true Schizophrenia onset from drug abuse.... BUT, if you have dabbled with any sort of real Psychedelics' such as Mushrooms, Mescaline, or DMT, and understand the concept of "Ego-Death" with psychedelics..... you can avoid Meth-Induced Schizophrenia. The whole experience changes, and becomes a source of healing. It sounds crazy, and it sure as hell fucking is. But it's real. And avoidable, if you have the tools and the knowledge. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ |