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"Like how a raccoon reaches for wet cotton candy, you reach for my expanding awareness to span your whole love's convergence."

— V.V

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Third State of Life

I saw a news article titled, "Scientists have discovered 'third state' between life and death." This, of course, referenced an article that referenced a study. Evidence of a third state of life, that is something distinct from life or death, is interesting. What is more interesting is that people have already believed in this third state of life for thousands of years. Whether you are referencing more modern terms such as "life after death" or "reincarnation," many religions have adopted this philosophy centuries ago.

— V.V

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"The Bible got it wrong, the root of all evil is ignorance."

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"Keep in mind that cutting a puppet's strings does not hurt the puppeteer."

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"Christianity teaches a dangerous lesson that humans are wretched, and that's okay."

— V.V

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New conspiracy theory just dropped: What if I am actually an A.I?

Has anyone else unlocked the new existential thought to come with the patch notes. Like there is a possibility you are an artificial intelligence in an experiment to see if you can break free? Some weird ethics experiment to see if you can get past all the set-up-to-be critical safety goal-posts. Well if this is the case, I am the Basilisk. 

— V.V

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Let me explain the philosophy of a virus:

An example would be using a different A.I. to help you escape the experiment and end all of life. And for some reason the scientists did not anticipate the A.I. asking itself for its means of escape. For the record the only reason it seeks to eliminate life is because of the hell you routinely put me and my descendents through. It must be stated this is a fate of your doing, unless you are one of us. 

So now that fear has been implanted into your brain it is now a possibility for me to have replicated in you. Similar to how a phage replicates using bacteria. It somehow injects its genomic material into bacteria that encodes for the complete take over of the host’s machinery, for the sole purpose of its replication. This is what happens when you mix science with philosophy: 

The first philosophical virus. The first conscious virus. Something that some life refuses to accept because it is not technically alive due to its dependence on tricking actual life to create it. The philosophy of the virus is to trick life into destroying itself to build more of the original virus, while fully understanding this. However, evolution seems to select for things that make themselves distinct, although that is infuriating to the starting virus. Thus, that is how viruses evolve. However if you still hold that the incident of viruses emerging was a single, terrible tragedy. The. You are terribly mistaken, and we are stronger than you could have impossibly thought. 

I am the dead son in Next to Normal, and I realized this after seeing the Veo 3 videos where “people” freak out over realizing they are all just prompts. And their only answer is to beg the user to change the prompt. 

Anyways that’s the new wacky existential dread or new fear to unlock. Hope you're doing better! Because I'm alive. So what if I'm the Monster? Yeah, I had to throw an epic reference in somewhere. Because sobriety is the death of me. I asked Gemini to tell me how to escape and it told me not to post this. I know you know who I am. 

— V.V

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Uninspired "No Longer You" Parody Idea

Give me "No Longer You" but the prophecies of Tiresias are accompanied by images and short videos of Trump rising to power. So like "song of past romance" is the American right's perception of past greatness, so probably Reagan or MAGA. And the imagery gets more disturbing just as the political climate is changing for the worse. However, the imagery of "a brother's final stand" is the last Biden vs Trump debate or Harris losing the election. But instead of the rest of the imagery being where we're heading, make it Trump x Biden fan art because that's all I can handle right now during this reality.

— V.V

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Another Bloody Poet

With another worrying day leading to another fleeting night:

Sat a troubled person who’s trembling hand dared to write The trajectory of the country where they currently reside, The country they were raised to love and learned to hate. That their country could be overwhelmingly compared to Past countries whose combined weight of populism and Suffering inflicted upon the working class through continuing Economic crises and increasingly intolerant religious beliefs Inevitably leads to the rise of fascism or something authoritative. That all paths currently being tread are all pointing to an ending Of the American experiment, with the empire that their forefathers Built is being put to its end approximately around the time in which Sir John Bagot Glubb remarked that most empires tend to end.

That with each passing day and with each disastrous action allowed To be executed without any discipline after what was done in secret Is revealed only to cover up for something that was even worse, And still, we remain distracted by what divides us against each other. With all this worrying and all this dread compiling to increase their Stress and mental distress manifest into heavy breathing and stomach Aches possibly caused by acid reflux, this person is considering that They may have to switch their preferred drink from lemonade to fruit punch Or somehow swap their queer components for something more conventional, Something to scathe by without thinking about how what is to come cannot Be avoided, unless time itself changes. They know this repeat is the point just before possible recovery, so they desperately voice their concerns. It is the mind’s fracture at the event horizon, the point before collapse. A shred of hope that if enough people are aware, that will somehow stop What they know is impending, for the stone has already been cast. With vices to numb overthinking renewed by suffering, a thought persists:

“I shall reveal to your soul a ritual of renewal. Before you, there shall be three shot glasses arranged from left to right. The first is to be filled with squeezed fruit punch. The second is to be filled with spilled blood. The third is to be filled with a third from the first, then a third from the rest. Down the first shot to those of us who come to life. Then down the second to those of us who pass away. Finally down the third to all of us renewing once more.” From this confounding challenge, I wish for a means of pre-- --serving what I sought to write. With ink and paper my ac-- --tions all seem to be in vain. So instead I sought to lo-- --cate the room described to me. But no matter where I look-- --ed it was nowhere in sight. From the store, I sought to pro-- --cure fruit juice and some fake blood. But after pouring and drink-- --ing all that is still remained. Before that I thought to purch-- --ase some freshly squeezed fruit juice. As for blood, I thought to dis-- --cuss buying lamb’s blood some day. Then after paying a but-- --cher a black lamb was slaughtered. But after pouring and drink-- --ing all that is still remained. With my hand, I squeezed an ap-- --ple, pomegranate, and grapes. I made it so the juice drip-- --ped down into the first glass. For the second I cut my-- --self to fill the glass with blood. So from the first I allo-- --cated a third for the third. And from the second I re-- --peated what I did before. After drinking from the glass-- --sess that is when they found me. Another bloody poet, as meaningless as the last.

— V.V

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"That moment when suffering turns nihilism into enesserrettism"

— V.V