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Reticular RAS was not filtering, no energy control apparent at this time. Opportunities not obstacles was the resonant mantra. The inverse of the universe was last seen coddling the aura, shaping consciousness, signaling your AI-powered, live-stream fomenting just stick it, mount or track detractors

@tobyfoxart.bsky.social love the pantheon deck! Years ago a painter friend of mine and I started designing a deck - this makes me want to revisit the project...

The Secret Elephant Aerial Grounds

The Secret Elephant Aerial Grounds

I think it's the “ectures” section but upon re-reading I believe I understand the concept of a game where you can read another's aura! Am I way off base? I never played Pokémon but I did appreciate the cartoon and characters so I'm sure I'm missing some nuance or just too unhip! But an app to detect

Nothing more than a pitch meeting with studio executives who, by the nature of their designated specialty in propaganda as a high art, were appointed as judges over the means and ways of existence. There was subsistence, holy roller excess, bifurcated maintenance of biological minimums & poor fools.

For what was more mind-numbingly repetitive than prayers to an unprovable entity responsible for so much suffering, death and destruction, constantly begging for a reprieve, imploring a faceless master to bestow special treatment upon one no more deserving than the next unlucky schmuck. Life was

You ask what was milky way 1 then? Well, orbiting around the bionic-sphere was a space station ode to determinism. The Gare plaats, later affectionately referred to as The Abomination, was the first space exploration to set out to prove that man was God and God was nothing more than man’s iteration.

In the not so far-off future when mankind was fully regulated, first by the hundred families, then by their machinated proxies [the mind of a man affixed to the metal and silicone body of a slow rusting robot], the legendary survivors were kept in the biosphere as a demonstration project milky way 2

This is the system you're in; they assert that you're not in control, reinforced by their omnipresent security “detail,” which, by design, leaves little to chance so they even “know” what you're thinking of doing next, so your auto-pilot persona from Ball-Mart kicks in and your crime commences...

I don't even understand this

The poet’s talent rhymes lips with grip, unity in paradise, prophetic seduction remorse for the silent increased consciousness assigned to courage

Close? ‘How not to cast spells outside of school? 🤔 Harry received a warning in the second year even for what he did not do, and here are two violations in a short period of time...’

Language sorry back to translating your words sincerely useful idiot emeritus the third

Harry Potter and wisdom of wisdom

That's our crackpot translation AI which says Ukrainian isn't in the blue sky lexical labyrinth …
I’m going to try another service for eastern European translations into lowbrow, ill-born, foul mouthed Miss Hicksville Anglo-Saxon scorn Germanic detail mess of a

Dumbledore

one thing which i think we all know, but which is hard to see from within, is the degree to which living and breathing the excrescences of capitalism emotionally pollutes us. it's so vital to find art, love, tools, traditions, politics which are beacons of something else.

Panel one = stupid loser, depicting me walking home earlier. Panel two a flattering drawing of wielding mystic weapons and having mystic worth inside. Panel three is a portrait of the artist in her special leopard pajamas with the cat sleeping on her drawing on the iPad and saying as long as I spend all my time alone that's true, i.e. I still have some kind of mystic worth. Panel 4 is a closeup of the artist as a vampire saying you are a vampire who disappears in the sun. If you too want to make cool comics with no consistent tone like me consider making it up as you go along too!!!!

I don't feel good about myself at all lately, like I feel that I have no basic value to anyone and in fact am a detriment. What else is new?? But when one feels this bad one makes feeling-bad-ade, which is unfunny little comics

‘Always everywhere
Never goes away’
Never goes anywhere
Always waiting for something
to happen,
a hypertension pleroma synchronized plum pudding “in the last stages of disorientation” wandered upon the chance grouping of six events involving a man-eating fish. Schizophrenic events R no different

One hundred thousand hours of temporal doom. A guiding force drawing forth the invisible momentum, a derivative of counter intuitive dread, recounting curse to hail protective covering, gasping for air, deep in the lair of despair… #doom’d #musebunker #futurecom #dystopian #deceitspeak

doom'd a place that finds you

Loves you back
When gloom has gutted the place was ransacked by grief and looter of the wilds, loss of all you love
has you filled with distrust
amidst longing for absolutes

Learned nothing and everything all at once!

They posted up
Determined infinity too conglomerate as an endgame
And this the motion
Through was revisited
in splendid technicolor
for all ages

we find
Vacated not quite vacant or devoid a soul which in all ports is deemed possible in an absolute sense these days if a few long shots come up short, the good live long, a return of axis Mundi if negated early, a
Blight of Goethe revokes all hurry
Kant come in
Spinoza reincarnate gunslinger

times of loss
Lords about
Quitting, relinquished
not knowing the Direktion
home, tears no vessels built, framed in fractured oak, a tendency to boast
Frightens easily at loud noises since the
Accident

#readingthewater

Even before taking office last Saturday, new Virginia Governor Abigail Spanberger demanded and received the resignations of several appointees of her Republican predecessor, Glenn Youngkin, on the board that oversees the University of Virginia.

More Democrats need to clean house. trib.al/cBGNLfP

Light bends to fit the sphere of probable outcomes ultimately swept away by inertia, simply pulling its own weight in regret, fueled by unrecognizable pain, which keeps human pheromones on deck for the atrocities to come, steel your stoic side and wait for daily download of instructions. Impatient?

The prophecy was annoyingly correct
adapted according to
the
theological coagulant of the measurements of time, dimensions
of space we decided upon
immeasurable by default, so sitting back
to face the throngs
exhumed

We stood at a crossroads. Ezekiel belched, Mercutio a beggar's bow, mocking mid-day productivity reports for which no
proclivity could suffice the man’s essential soul. What man a man, he thought, before continuing. Then, tje slumberous awoke. Geodesic dome, unlocked, unfurled
a
heavy blight

*look like

Their minds or one collective hive mind.
It looks illegal activity, the lethality escalation ending in certain death of civilians at hands of unaccountable government agencies.