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Actively trying to kill you
The chair in particular wants to stab you

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Hostile architecture but it’s like
Actively trying to kill you
The chair in particular wants to stab you

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Rock on, white boy…
Boogie with wonder… reach the wonderland…
Tbh I think the "but data centers are important infrastructure, not just AI" talking point misses that like
Ok so roads are important infrastructure. A lot of stuff that's important happens on roads. Now, let's imagine that quadrillionaire Matt Stench has decided that the next big tech innovation is the Wide Car. It's a car that takes up six lanes despite seating only one passenger.
The Wide Car is supposed to be the future, and everyone's going to be driving Wide Cars, even though nobody who makes Wide Cars is turning a profit. Employers are offering Wide Cars as an employee benefit, and getting "nah." Some employers are going as far as demanding their employees drive Wide Cars, and the result is that people take time out of their workdays to get in the mandatory gas usage for their Wide Car before driving home in a regular car.
In spite of the fact that the Wide Car is clearly set to fail, there's an enormous push to expand to twelve-lane roads to accommodate a bunch of Wide Cars that simply will not materialize. This is not an organic response to demand, but a speculative investment that amplifies the existing issues with road development for no good reason.
That is the problem.
Cchat… chattery… chatataters… chatatatataaa…
[commencement], it is… myne…

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KILL THE DEVIL IN YOUR HEART
DESPITE IT ALL, WE BALL
Idk who OP is but yeah
We feed the rich to the poor, maybe.
WE USE THE RICH’S MONEY TO FEED THE POOR
Well, gee...you're no fun...
you eat the rich they fear for a day. You take their money and you force them to face their own humiliation for violating the social contract over and over and over.
Do you think that, if you have a story, and you make an au, they ever overlap? Does the grizzled war veteran ever look in a mirror and see, for just a moment, himself, devoid of scars and laughing with his most hated enemy? Does the urchin ever bump past someone who looks just like themselves, with an eyepatch, wearing fine clothes? Do they ever dream a dream that feels just a bit to real that they cannot recount when they wake, of a way things could have been?
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This post is so funny literally proving OOP’s point. Most of “transfeminist” Tumblr can’t handle how queer people described themselves in the 90’s either. Ntm that at least 50% of these are clearly transfems describing themselves, which it’s pretty fucking transmisogynistic to police the language they’re using. The only possible issue is the use of the h-word if said person wasn’t intersex but it’s the 90’s. All these people sound cool as fuck and would probably call OP a cop

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The Master once told the Disciple
“there is a mountain of corpses that ticks with the clock-thought of a people’s that are yet to be, and the mountain is a man and a fractal soul.” And the Master asked the disciple, what is its purpose?
And the disciple (though he was too the asker) replied there is no meaning, for all things are false, but this is a cop-out answer for the same may be said of all things that are, for they are not for they are. I reject this answer and proclaim it untrue as is my right, for the power afforded to all things with the alchemy of thought is self-determination.
Its purpose is none, for it is the first, and the last, for its body lies within the mountain, as You lie within the world, so does the world lie within the paradox, which lies within You.
There are two wolves inside you one is named “kill six billion demons” the other “Vinland saga”
One reaches heaven through violence and the other has no enemies
You must imagine them both lezzing out
Monsters and dry perfumed powders,
A dance on the moon heralds the cracking dam,
Iron and stone and starlight a immaculate transformation begins
This might be the year I loose my head
A philosophy not in search of a Moral existence, yet not an immoral one.
One to allow an existence to allow true morality. Not to control, to guide, but to preform the impossible- to change a Universal constant. To allow a true paradox- every morality, existing in harmony. Or not.
We were in search of a moral existence in the next cycle. What if, we broke such searching. To become moral, from ash and shattered sky from deviance of a cruel existence king now and king to be. Perfection is impossible, yet all is cannon.
Not a moral existence, but one to allow such. From what I have seen, to impose morality is immoral. So I seek not to impose morality, simply a way to impose it morally.
{I} am a sleprinous beast, shadowed and soft and seeking. The form is formless, unbathed in the light of throne yet singing far. As the hands rain upon the cradle of dawn. I rise and flow and sink like a stone. My fangs shine silver in the moonstone light and my feet curl around farflung witnesses. To attain heaven through violence, I see the path, illuminated by the hollow of my hands. Holding the reigns of the birds, my eyes turn outward as one . Who am I?

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Creature, your fur dark and jagged, pulling your blanket close around you.
I saw you walk among your brothers and sisters left dead upon steel crosses, eyes weeping, rivers of blood.
The air pulses with the rot in their souls, and perhaps it is within you too, carried through your transformation.
Creature, your fangs so sharp, so ready to cast oblivion, you dragged me from the mud, rivers of blood. In turn I gave you a path, and in your wisdom you turned, I upon your back
I’m gonna start posting some strange stuff
am the wind
You will never hold-know me
My mask is of nothing
You taught me then, on the bleacher in three in uneven, unlucky dice
A mewling god newborn in the manicured grass
Reading tea leaves in a dirty solo cup
And in five yellow dingy walls I was there
And you may think yourself separate behind this sliding paper door
But in truth
I found you right there withy me