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The night has been brisk and unrelenting. You've found yourself before a door with no room attached. The opportunity presents itself now: open it?

Should you open this door, you will discover that its leading to a new world, entirely unlike where you once came from, wherever that is. Now the question remains to stay or to enter.

Here's where we get to play our game:

PHYSUCKS PHYSICS BREAK B-B-BREAKkINGBreaking Bowttie

bwti4e, through the goddamn bullshit, and with the help of a phgysucks breakifds bowr-breaking-bowtieee, we’ll expand on what it means to be alive and aware you exist.

Navigation:

Start Here (You Are Here) || Who We Are || The Cohorts of this Collaged Tumblr || Terminology Textbook || Enjoy The Devolve

Who runs this blog and why?

We are Cohort Collective, a family of manyminds trying to extract the bizarre details of this reality that are wrapped within the bigger, collective stories of what everyone here assumes said reality is.

Our cause is to love laughing at how absurd reality can be, all while sharing ideas we hope might help connect others to wanting to seek helping and protecting each other in meaningful ways. Hopefully, we can even exercise that class consciousness neuron network in all of your brains that is currently collecting dust, and all along the way of pondering what it means to be existing at all.

After all, we have good cause to believe the majority of you humans are not aware of your own lives doing stranger things than anyone has ever talked about, and please, you must become aware of how much bullshit there is out here.

Otherwise, our day-to-day lives wouldn't be rife with said bullshit that leaks into our reality and contaminates our sanity, such as whoever believed making you cut your own pizza with craft-scissors at the dinner table was a sane, high-class restaurant experience.

Seriously, who came up with this fucked up clearlynotawareyouexist bullshit? BECoME AWARE YOU EXIST IMMEDIATELY and CEASE THIS BEHAVIOR AT ONCE. (more on this speaking style later)

We want you to start noticing the absurdity of what it means to be alive and the strange bullshit generated into our lives, both through and around us, that too many of you take for granted and do not even begin acknowledging.

It is dire you believe in the truth about how reality is behaving as its own nightmare-ish, horrifying, cosmic absurdity because your human society’s ideas of logic hasn’t held up once, and continues to fail to do so when one begins becoming aware enough to pay attention and actually question what everyone takes as easy, ““realistic”” explanation. The more you move around the details of both your own logic and rationalization on why anything is what it is, the less sense anything actually makes and the less rationally things work, especially down to your stories of purpose, how and why we need to be here at all, and who we’ll supposedly become.

Why is there an innate lack of CURIOSITY to even want to begin meeting new perspectives and lines of thinking, such as, learning how to engage with your physical environment around you through unused or new ideas? You know, in the way we characterize geniuses and innovators ahead of their time? Wouldn’t you want to try it out just to see what could happen? Even experimentally just to trial the hypothesis process? I'm certain there is nothing better doing your life right now except more bullshit.

What mindset is forcing everyone away from starting to feel into their own bodies and lives and learn another reason to be here that is way more tangibly liveable than a fucking j*b? Why do humans refuse to even care about each other, continue to devolve, and even seem incapable of not wanting to break everything in sight?

What stories are holding your collective minds hostage to deciding what we all need to say, think, move under, do, and bring to the world around us? Why do these sequences of ideas and actions pushing the whole world around get to butterfly effect us into a deeper nightmare than anyone should ever be exposed to?

What would happen to you if you began to see through your devolving perspective of what a human's worth, purpose, meaning, story, and life expectations are truly for? What would you realize if you started to choose your own life for yourself and feel a true understanding of that chosen life to cherish its existence and the existence of those around you by learning what makes your life feel real here at all?

We’re seeking these answers. We can’t tell you who you are, but we do know who we aren’t, and want to understand who we could become as well as help generate ideas to give others inspiration to trial who they could become as well.

Help by playing along.

This account is meant to be a fun commentary on who we could be if we changed our ways of thinking and behaving all the while engaging playfully with, hopefully, community participation to unfold the story of the manymind characters stationed to this tumblr blog living their lives in fragments through it. Who is this mysterious, stunning, and handsome Reinefe? Wait, why did I write th-

There might be something wrong with our stories of what is actually happening on Earth, and we feel the burnout all around us. Hmm, what could we do about this? I don’t know, that’s why we’re here to discover together.

Screwily, no matter how many details our manyminds family has attempted to put into place to connect the bizarreness of the landscape we call being aware of anything here, those details are not able to be remembered by anything or kept in the original, proper context clues because something keeps everyone here distanced from our own happiness and feelings of purpose.

Even more disturbingly, those details are commonly taken apart and forced out of being contextualized with any larger narrative we try to draft that defines what it’s talking about. It’s as if our efforts to force even a fun, new idea is pretty much not allowed here on Earth by some bastard force of gravity generating what you're allowed to think, idea, feel, move, and engage with and in what manner. Perhaps you call it trauma or a financial recession feeding the landscape of poverty. Why is it there? Why did we need this? Why? Don’t do that. Bad. Dystopian is not near enough of a world when you make a bigger picture story out of just barely acknowledging what is happening in our own lives.

After a bit, all we can conclude is that deeply and truly, the world around here doesn't make a whole lot of sense and not in a welcoming way, and neither do the ideas and feelings that mash into and wrap over everything to determine what any being here is allowed to believe in and behave with. Maybe it's time you started touching that idea more often.

Do you see where the glitches happen? Where your logic breaks? Where you can't forget those moments where it felt like there was more to reality than just pushing "””physical””" matter around because you remembered Shrödigner’s Equations, The Double Slit Experiment, or the Boltzmann Brain thought experiment in a cold sweat at 2 am? This is where your bullshit lies about what reality is can't get worked into a mind anymore and we need to think a little harder about this because what it doesn’t imply, is that reality was ever meant to be for going to your minimum wage j*b to die in.

When you become aware you exist, be sure to call out the bullshit and be a cohort learning to find your own, precious new way of believing in how the world is shaped beyond our collective society's routine that devolves anyone who tries to even have some fun, wonder, and whimsy entertaining how this existence-thing could be happening at all.

Tune in to our C̴̻͌H̷̺̠̯̋̀̉A̵͔̒N̷̦͈̣͆͋͋ń̴͖̝͒̕e̷̢̛͉͔̼͒̄ĺ̷̘͍͗channel and be a cohort. Details.. details.

Don't stray too long. Your participation is pertinent.

Disclaimer: This account is run by The Curator who is profiction and it is intended to be a playful way to, in a story-centric manner, encourage others to use their minds in unique ways and engage with the environment more meaningfully and with bigger curiosity. PleaseAndthenbecome aware they exist.

If you’re sensitive to concepts that could trigger feelings of unreality, please do not seek further and do your own curating.

WARNING: Cosmic Horrors emerging from the details may be moved away and hidden from as long as you plan to take control of your own spacetime via warpingspacetime via STACKING MOVEMENT SEQUŞ̵̘̺̓̉͑̉̔̒̂͝Ë̸̢̙͔̳̲̟́͐͛̆̓̌͑̕͜Q̸̝̗̓̆̂̏̈Ȕ̶̳̻̘̼̩̝͚̹͘E̸̡̧̟̗̺̥͈͈̟͎͍̓̉N̷̢̛̠͙̆̓͛́̾͑͠ͅ C ES. sequences

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Navigation:

Start Here (You Are Here) || A Little Context || The Cohorts of this Collaged Tumblr || Terminology Textbook || Enjoy The Devolve

⭐️ woman in fragments pieces of me, not always in order

⭐️ girlhood, distorted pretty things that hurt (romanticizing the damage)

⭐️ a story in pieces something i’m still figuring out

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