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i found the original post and yeah that's exactly what it is
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i love reddit so fucking much
i found the original post and yeah that's exactly what it is
In 1967 the government discovered that specific syllable structures combined with specific vocal tones and ultra-low-frequency sounds could speed up the process of unconscious internalization by over 1500%. This became particularly useful for teaching low-level employees large amounts of information, as "hypnophonic learning" could be done while the subject was asleep.
Hypnophone use became standard for new employees of the IRS and SEC, as it made large scale memorization of tax code and financial law significantly cheaper and easier than traditional conscious education.
However, long term use causes the subjects long term memory to atrophy, requiring nightly repetitions of hypnophone use. Some enterprising employees found that the effects could be counteracted with low dosages of LSD to preserve neuroplasticity.
Roughly 1 in 7 employees encountered a strange phenomenon: Mild financial clairvoyance.
One in roughly 50 employees experienced more significant effects, generally those ensconced in large isolated IRS warehouses, which seemed to replicate the monastic lifestyles of historical sages, depriving subjects of ordinary stimuli in favor of becoming attuned to minute changes in the sub-finantial background grid.
Once it was learned that these "enlightened" employees could predict market trends before they happened, the technology was bathed in funding, patented, and made the soul property of the IRS.
Now, these "Plutophants" are kept in nigh-perfect sensory deprivation at all times, fed a constant hypnotic fugue stream of psychic conditioning in the form of "radiosonic neuro-induction" which contains a special form of the United States Tax Code modified for recursive hypnophonic induction, as well as a ticker tape wired directly into the users spine.
The effects achieved are nothing short of stunning. The invisible hand is no longer invisible to us. The market can be fine tuned with surgical precision. The price of bread has maintained a perfect 0.002% +/- variance for over 25 years now, and those who attempt to disrupt the guidelines are regulated by the SECs crack psychonautics division, who are now able to hunt market manipulation via their disruption in the financial dreamscape.
Very rarely, a Plutophant can become so attuned to the guidelines that they achieve a sort of catastrophic neuro-depatterning, their synapses begin to produce a counter-signal to the neuro-induction frequencies; jamming, and eventually overpowering the machine. Study is still ongoing, but it is believed that they somehow perpetuate their own neurological fingerprint into the financial causal background grid itself, literally becoming "one with the market."
Study is ongoing.
Immensity.
The Lore-accurate scale of Imperial City. Recreated by L.Torres (Lion Towers3d) in Unreal Engine 5. Full Imperial City video (which I wholeheartedly recommend) here.
love when weapons YouTubers get deep into the weeds and they start calling a specific year of a specific type of sword that only other weapons YouTubers know about "overrated".
it is 2027, and you are having a conversation on discord. suddenly, everything gets far too quiet. the ground around you almost seems to shake somehow, and the lights in your room dim. "oh god," someone says, "a nitro user is typing". at that point, it begins. lights start to dance around your screen, flashing and strobing every which way, becoming increasingly brighter and more colorful over the course of the next few seconds. blaring, triumphant fanfare plays, more blaring and more triumphant than you thought your headphones able to handle. you try to peel them away, but some mysterious force keeps them attached to your head. suddenly, lasers appear -- not on your screen, but somehow coming out of your monitor itself ! they dance around wildly as the fanfare begins to morph into edm. you think you hear a crowd cheer outside of your window. fog begins to pool around you, as if coming from an invisible smoke machine. you begin to panic, you wonder what the fuck is going on, but you cannot keep your eyes away from the screen. a deep voice begins to sound from all around you. "ARE YOU READY," it says, "FOR A MESSAGE..." and with another pause for effect, it finishes, "FROM WEEDBRONY42 !!" and the crowd goes fucking insane. the beat drops and a surge of pleasure emanates through your body -- you feel violated somehow. and as the fog and lights gradually clear, the music reaches a climax, and the curtains are dramatically drawn, your eyes are finally allowed to focus on a message telling you to kill yourself for your opinions on undertale.
If you want a fast way to destroy your life, why not try boats? They're insanely expensive, require a lot of maintenance, and you'll probably never use it all that often. All this is great if you're rich, but what about us poor slobs? Good news: they make smaller boats.
For many years, I've been visiting my buddy's rural abode. As part of the accoutrements (that's French for "bullshit,") the run-off every spring forms a pretty decent slough on his property. Sure, it's gross, and full of bugs, but sometimes a duck comes by and floats in it for a bit. And it's that duck that gave me the idea.
You see, my local hobby store has been selling remote-controlled boats for years. Not too many people have been taking them up on it, being as I live in a landlocked province where every available artificial lake is gated away and patrolled diligently by micro-fascists who want to make sure you're not having the wrong kind of fun. As a result, their stock of yellowed, decaying, dusty remote-controlled boats that have been sitting on the shelves since the 80s were ten percent off this week. I couldn't fit a sloop in that slough, but I could probably fit a – hold on, let me check the box again – Radio Shack Wetland Invader® 2000.
Friends, this was the best afternoon of my life. For a short moment, I understood exactly what it was like to own a boat. The feel of the salt air in your face. Experiencing nature with the flick of a thumb producing a manhood-confirming amount of scale horsepower. Getting to whip shitties in a public location without the cops coming to bust you. And then the batteries ran low, right in the middle of the slough. My boat was broken, and I was unable to retrieve it.
We're hoping the duck will come back before the fall hits again. I've been leaving old saltine crackers around the place, in the hopes that one of them will land and at least push the damn thing a little bit closer to shore. My friend has suggested buying a second boat to use to bump the first one out, but that's easy for him to say. He owns his own lake.
Do u have any pertinent sources on the hyperwar? Researching..
The Atlantan-Lemurian hyperwar exists more as a genre than a textual corpus. It's a kitchen of tropes that you bricolage into your own personal Atlantean-Lemurian Hyperwar.
A personal favorite is "The Legend of Althazar" by the Hermit of the Crystal Mountain.
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My dad was raised buddhist and when I watched bill and Ted with him he was like “these guys are unironically the most enlightened people on the planet. They are leaving Samsara for sure” and that man has never been more right about anything ever
I don't want to read Hegel. I don't want to read Lacan.
'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
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