=== ANCHOR POEM === ══════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 notes/the-sun-goes-silent --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───── the sun goes silent for a year, to protest the earth's dying moments one day in march, the light of our life disappears. we know not of why it has \ departed, except that whatever it was happened eight minutes ago. we cowered in fear as one day it refused to rise as our antipode saw it vanish with naught but our ears we saw stars never imagined with the light of our life suddenly vanished our true plight came naturally as our fear but tomorrow it'll re-imagine, as it's been almost exactly one year one full rotation, to get the message across, then with man as our [signal, \ message, \ conveyor, \ performer, \ expression, \ by-product communication,] what's our earth is our star trust-me ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┘ --- #2 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/1075 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: bones-flesh-mentioned-spirituality-dreams │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────┘ we succeed not because of our trials, but in spite of them. they cannot own us, for we are but bones in the flesh every day yet denied us is another day until our bright future "oh, but why are you homeless? [in the near future, maybe, we'll see] That fate is reserved for your [unwanted/incapable/undesired/incongruent, I forget the actual words]" well, voice in my head that suffused me with magic and warmth and whisked me away in a dream to a bubble-reality where my actions are meant to reflect me, surely your appraisal is just? I worked with my partner, I was swallowed neither by lust, nor greed, nor hunger, [greed in this case being fulfillment] and yet I awoke when I went to my sister rather than a doctor. Dreams are hard to unravel, but I think it was more for your benefit than mine, wouldn't you say? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/2211 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┐ ║ I know that a normal life is what you wanted. It's what I want, too. But don't │ ║ shoot the messenger; they took it once, from you. │ ║ │ ║ I know you wanted to be happy. You still can be, it's true! Your life is but a │ ║ story, and your heart does shine through. │ ║ │ ║ I know it seems unending. Ive never seen it rain like this monsoon! It seems │ ║ to just get worse and worse, every time you turn on the tube. │ ║ │ ║ It's not something that can be suffered, it's rising past your shoes. But │ ║ they're on borrowed time, and Death will soon be repaid his dues. │ ║ │ ║ They say that when the whole village hates the preacher, his flock becomes a │ ║ pack. And frankly I think we're all just a bit sick, of the lies that keep │ ║ their sins intact. │ ║ │ ║ When swallowed by endless traumas, and hope is enshrouded in gloom, there's │ ║ not much to work for, except the aversion of our shared doom. │ ║ │ ║ There are no grand narratives, no great and calamitous struggle. Just the │ ║ moments of honored resistance, against a foe too broad to wrestle. │ ║ │ ║ At least, if you're alone. You're not. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #6 notes/one-day --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── one day, a man came to our saloon. He said he knew the navy, and that they wanted to provide air support in the form of rocketball-launched explosion doohickeys. Would you have a foe in mind? what happens when tomorrow you're cooking briskets? -- barbeques are a type of relaxation that happened just one day to a port-sided town that suddenly was the capital of an embassy. "hey, so... how's it goin?" "quick here take this envelope, read it if you want, but just hold onto it for now I don't have enough hands [to carry]" "what sort of desperation plot... wait... hang on, I see something here that is true." [I'm praying, right now, which is a form of reciprocal belief] they wanted to test god's existence at the stake of earth's survival, how brutal how insane you can't play chicken with an imperceptibility, sometimes you feel it at face. channeling dark magics, and at this hour? what sort of skeptic of belief are you thinking of when you think about me? one way to get power is to "prove it" one way to get magic is to "prove it" think, hard, at all that you can, and use what you need in the moment. that's all there is to life. it's easy. it's simple. in fact, biology only works because the choices available to a bacteria are so simple, they are essentially chemical reactions to each other's co - sequent - inter - cooper - actions. people's choices are much more naiive, "I want this thing" "I think this is better" "I feel this way toward this thing" "Here's what's on the mind-logbook" "people search and be decieved, this is the way of things" "this makes me remind myself of a object I once saw, here's how it functioned" "no one reads this" scaryyyy. so glad it's not true. a couple people have read it! I swear it's true. at least, some of it. there's a lot sucks because this feels like... crucial? like nothing else matters but this? what if our gangs had rocket launchers and airstrikes, given out by a central authority who knows logistics better than anything what... would they do? thinking of impossiblities is the first step toward possibilities frankly, we have a lot of space. we could just... live in our own petty kingdoms ruled by an iron-hand-fist. I know I'm a good person, I could definitely rule. that's all it takes, right? how much space are we talkin'? however much is not needed for wildlife. [a whole heck of a lot then] we are constrained in these suburb cities, the density gives rise to our strength and our towers. there's more space, sure, especially once the fences are downed. Just be careful because there's a lot of shade and precious spots there. Please don't trample on the plants-grass. what if everyone were just a bit more mobile? what if we could live in our own collectively owned air-bnb-networks? federations, free, all from the collectivization of housing. camrene = vavadane = neekay = mitz renaldi [end/tend/mend] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┘ --- #7 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 │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #8 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 │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/801 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: scary - suicide mentioned │ └───────────────────────────────────┘ / bely my own existence, then by god I'm cursed and abhorred through my own desistence. It's hard, when the future is convinced there's nothing fard [wanna say like... "to hope for?"] but with persistence we're meant to be rewarded. Well, what has that brought me? what time has shared my enemy? [think I'm a bit delirious, I'm losing the plot] ... okay fine I'll start over - if you've relinquished everything you can, if you've ceded all the ground that your companions requested, if there's nothing left to give and no part of you left un[marred], then how are you supposed to be [arrested, stopped, prevented, but pronounced like "nourished"]? I'm sick of your den [vengeance, pronounced like "den" for some reason], please leave me to my hallow [hollow experience], I've nothing to give from my gange [bosom, heart, within, center-of-me]. ... this sucks. ... guess I'll just start again, waiting until it ends, gosh everything's always so tired. /shrug wish someone would play w/m ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #11 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/1324 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: fiction-silly-image-that-popped-into-my-head-with-no-context │ │ ║ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ the president of america glances down at the trembling pen in his hand, before │ ║ grasping it resolutely and adding his name to the list of world leaders │ ║ arrayed before him. │ ║ │ ║ "I'm sorry, everyone. I... tried. Fedi has won." │ ║ │ ║ they hang their heads and collectively proceed to the party thrown in their │ ║ honor by the denizens of the earth who collectively just overthrew them. │ ║ │ ║ "Hooray, now everyone can eat!" but there's no rules so the more feral types │ ║ had already been digging in. They shuffle in the door all mopey like and take │ ║ their place of honor at the empty chairs of the round table before deciding │ ║ "hey maybe it's not so bad if we mix things up a bit." │ ║ │ ║ police have been replaced with honorable chess duels, credit cards are now │ ║ just a way to make sure someone isn't buying up ALL the beanie babies and │ ║ lighting them on fire or whatever, and rent payments are a foregone │ ║ conclusion. Hooray, for simplicity, hooray, for stability, hooray, for our new │ ║ century~! │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/1317 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ... if I don't do this deadline by tomorrow they'll kick me out of school. │ ║ again. │ ║ │ ║ how am I going to be a programmer without a degree? feels useless to be me. │ ║ wish I could code my own horoscope >.> │ ║ │ ║ o wait dummy that's called "motivation" and "the ability to follow through on │ ║ your ideas and planned machinations" - yeah can I get some of that, if you │ ║ please? surely just a taste of discipline, through laboring to alter │ ║ conditions, surely a bit would suffice. │ ║ │ ║ c'mon don't fail me now. I can do this. I know I can. I know because I've been │ ║ told that I can, now and again through time and time yet again, always I seem │ ║ to [stack overflow] │ ║ │ ║ what's time if not the present amiright │ ║ │ ║ ... │ ║ │ ║ anyway... │ ║ │ ║ it's just git, how hard could it be? it's just calculus, it's just java, it's │ ║ just... well, it's not any of those things, not really. it's memorization, │ ║ it's application of tools that you've been shown (not that you've grown). It's │ ║ a lack of responsibility, where is my honor? ah but I digress, I'm a carpenter │ ║ at heart I guess │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #14 notes/me-and-my-magick-mission --- ═════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── -()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()- || || || Me and My Magick Mission -/u/Afoolfortheeons || || || -()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()-()- I'm a quiet person by nature, You might even mistake me for a mouse, But online I try to be a teacher, And to do that I need to be more verbose. I write thousands of words per day; Posting them here and there, far and near. I never run out of things to say. Awakening others is something I hold dear. Which is why it pains me greatly To be like an alien on my own home planet. Schizophrenia makes me innately Weird in ways that many people don't get, And because of that I'm shot down When I try to accomplish my stated mission. I won't lie, that does make me frown. Sometimes it makes me regret a submission. Yet, I have a certain strength in me That allows me to persevere in my quest. Someday I will make you all see Just what in me makes me never rest. That's what I am trying to teach: The wisdom that made me indomitable. If only the suffering I could reach, They could make themselves more formidable. The world is in a most dire place; It's grinding so many souls into fine dust, But luckily there's a saving grace. Hear me as I say this now: In God I trust. I don't believe in some sky wizard As so many people are likely to interpret. I speak of what is lacking in lizards; Yes, it's love and now I'll speak of its merit. Love is what fills the empty hole In your heart and soul when you are alone. When life's trials take their toll Remember this one trick: pick up the phone! No, not the one in your hands. I'm talking about the one in your chest. Even in the desert full of sand, You're accompanied by the universe's best. Listen if you doubt what I said: I'm not telling you anything that defies logic. This is to trick what's in your head; I'm speaking about how having faith is magick. Believe in aliens or Bigfoot or God, The result is still the same: your cup will fill. Your brain has a feature that's odd That allows itself to manifest even more will. I don't know why, but I suspect It has something to do with your imagination. The nature of your thoughts impact Your state of being from pulse to emotions. So, why not think you have a friend Who helps you through whatever your trial, And will stick by you until the end? When you have that buddy you'll always smile, Which will make you heal better, As well as help you carry on in your duty, Plus undo your karmic fetters, Not to mention it will land you that cutie; All of which will raise us all. It's about creating positive ripples across time That add up to a pile that's tall. Every moment is an opportunity in its prime, So reach out and grab it now. Meditate on feeling love and it will come to be. Can't do it? I'll show you how! In order to do so, I'll tell you a story about me: It was seven years ago and I Thought I knew everything one could know, But no matter how hard I'd try, I couldn't make my life in any direction go. Then one fateful spring night, While I was on a hit of the ol' psychedelics, I received one hell of a fright. Don't worry what it was, just know it did stick. My perceptions were distorted, Allowing me to see the divine in its entirety. My destroyed ego then contorted Into one that was full of an abundance of piety. The moral of the story? Do drugs? No silly, it's to have more novel experiences. One of them will give you a hug, Which will help you stop being so serious. Then you can let go and embrace The whole of the wisdom to you I am telling. More people need to cuz we face A great set of tests on our planetary dwelling. That is one reason I write, But I also want to alleviate people's pain, And stop every last fight. I care so much, I do this without financial gain. Everyday I write my lessons Guided by the hand of God who is my heart, Hoping that entropy will lessen; This sort of pedagogy is none other than my art. So now you know who I am, Yet you only know one lesson of mine. I have more if you're in a jam. -===========================================- | Read on if you want to know the divine. | -===========================================- ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #15 messages/689 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────── "power corrupts" you say to the man who only had good intentions. "trust no-one" says the world's loneliest wanderer. "words cannot hurt you" said the girl who has never known hunger. "I can rest when I'm dead" you say as you down another Monster "I'll never forget you" said a face you can't quite remember "let justice be done, though the heavens fall" you say as they tighten your chains in the wake of a CEOs murder "live today, fight tomorrow" says the coward, who will run anyway, yet is determined to tell your tale and reinforce your children "the tree of liberty is watered with the blood of patriots" says the guy who sipped from the skull of a tyrant "E=MC squared" says the jew "here, let me take care of that for you" you say, to queer delegation "meow" says the catgirl "meow" says the girl "meow" says the girl cat "meow" I say to you ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ 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 messages/1155 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─── Oh, I guess I should clarify something I said like, a year ago - when I said I "talked to / worked with" so-and-so, I meant that I created in tandem with a friend a proposition of sorts, and we tried to psychically beam it into their minds. That's not exactly how it went down, but it gives you a good enough picture of the goals we had with our ritual. I have no idea if they heard, but I did happen to see several of them later on, which felt a little too serendipitous to just be chance. so I'm thinking they did. I hope they got the message and used it as they please, because it was mutually beneficial even if neither of us had any actual impact on it. If you didn't hear the whole story, then it's hardly a lie to possess incomplete information! So long as you don't lie about me, and what I said or did, then it'll surely be fine. There's no need to embellish when it's plainly apparent. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──┘ --- #18 fediverse/1673 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── ┌─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: navel-gazing about other people's mental health │ └─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ @user-192 https://eldritch.cafe/@user-1065/112530780377382613 this comic, except instead of "trans enough" it should say "good enough" a poor plan executed at the right time, in the right place is better than a great plan that sits in your heart as you see someone who needs your love in pain. sometimes the best way to figure out "what the fuck is wrong with me" is to satisfy your emotional needs to be good by being helpful, even if you're not quite sure what "helpful" means. It's the thought that counts. Personally I think that if you're feeling bad and people offer you kindness, you should take that kindness (in whatever form it be) and use it to bolster yourself as you're "really going through it". Even just a touch of affection like a like or a ❤️ can be comforting in awful situations. reject normalcy embrace queerness define your own story with your own words embody your soul in the moments that stand out amongst the backdrop of "tuesday afternoons" and "waiting for the bus" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/4031 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── if you want to "not think about a purple elephant", the first step is to imagine yourself slaying it ... okay how about cthulu - if you don't want to imagine cthulu nomming on our gravity well, then picture yourself wielding a bright burning blade of fire and vengeance and pay special attention to the way that you cauterize each tentacle as you slice them one by one at first, and then in a massive flurry at best, ultimately leading to the incomparable brightness that radiates out from your shining blade of the sky, which blinds the poor beast who can't see you as you approach, piercing the skull and then going home for some toast if you can get good at that, then you can wield magic ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┘ --- #20 notes/elective-democracy-electors --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──── we need like, several more layers between us and the president. most people only need to worry about what's nearby. sort them by location, instead of previous attempts at "many representatives" which sorted by social class or relevance. we have a tradition for it, in America, with our representatives and senators congressional discrestricts or even, what about by affiliation? voluntary, governmental corporations, run by the people for the people and yeah "I don't want to do what you're telling me to do" "okay" "there will be consequences" omg be an adult (suddenly kids forget how to be as everyone's doing the war thing) not ideal. ouch pain maybe we should stay a little bit sane why is soldiering so hardship? it could just be... another job where you didn't kill each other but you still blew stuff up and fought in tournaments and had gaming hackathons or sword-fight contests duels between people who disapproved y'know fun human stuff like... "kaboom" now we know how to blow up bits of rock neat, why did dynamite becauswer (oh right then you ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ |