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Give me your love, I need you to stay Quit your wicked ways
its incredible how having emotions can physically exhaust you. who designed this system? this is terrible
Yaldabaoth
lets get his ass
honor thy mother and thy father
you disagreed w me in an intellectually honest way. we're friends now.
Do you feel safe again?
Look over your shoulder
Very carefully
Look over your shoulder
Fucking the past in a nightmare Forever at the end of time Wake in a spiritual nowhere Hometowns and cities collide Beating the hurt into power Convince everyone you're alive But the language for it is forbidden Recycled pain becomes the compromise
none of those words are in the voynich manuscript
ever since i was a little girl i always dreamed of becoming a provincial warlord
”okay but are you normal about-“ no. I’m an insane pervert.
Baph
L'angelo, la morte e il diavolo (detail), Roberto Ferri, 2018.
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
"Oh, right," Rorschach said suddenly. "We get it now. You don't think there's anyone here, do you? You've got some high-priced consultant telling you there's nothing to worry about." Jack was deep in the forest. We'd lost most of the tactical overlays to reduced baud. In dim visible light Rorschach's great ridged spines, each the size of a skyscraper, hashed a nightmare view on all sides. The feed stuttered as Bates struggled to keep the beam aligned. ConSensus painted walls and airspace with arcane telemetry. I had no idea what any of it meant. "You think we're nothing but a Chinese Room," Rorschach sneered. Jack stumbled towards collision, grasping for something to hang on to. "Your mistake, Theseus."
-Blindsight, by Peter Watts
messs. graphite and gouache watercolor
we live in the best possible version of cyberpunk
this is how people born after 1995 hack. when i started hacking or “phreaking” in the late 80s i would get in the zone by snorting homemade amphetamines & listening to harsh noise cassettes while banging out code for 24+ hour periods on my atari. mostly i would write text-to-speech features into the operating system so the computer said swear words when you double-click. i remember when html was invented i got so frustrated because theres so many greater than and less than signs and you have to put them around everything. in early january of 2001 i changed Google’s header to a gif of a pissing orangutan and the resulting publicity turned the website into a household name
never have a been more devastated to scroll over a url and see its deactivated who are you ma'am
what if god was one of us…