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wickedfiction81 · 2 months
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Wow! Love...
You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.
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wickedfiction81 · 2 months
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Side
Everyone's afraid to be on the wrong side. This is how you over-civilize a population! The only way to free yourself is to cross the line...
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wickedfiction81 · 3 months
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Classics
True science has no agenda. That's how you know it's science and not politics. You see, science doesn't do itself in the same way that math doesn't add itself up. People do it! We call it Science to keep the 'Human' out of it. It's the immovable filter that keeps us objective: Hypothesis. Experiment. Observation. Conclusion. We've gotten attached to the Conclusion part because that validation feels good. It makes us feel like we're on the right track, but the only thing that matters, ever, is what actually happened. The experiment itself. The great unknown...
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wickedfiction81 · 4 months
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Half the Internet is people reporting on what was reported about what was reported. So I'm opening a shop so I can sell what has been sold and resold and resold until the item it was is not what it is now. I'm calling it What-Was-Is-Now. Customers can barter the past present and future prices because it's nothing but a load of shit. Or at least it is now. Oh but what it used to be. I can sell sentiment for billions.
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wickedfiction81 · 4 months
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2024
Criticism is hate speech. Religion is blasphemy. Science is God. Feminism is masculinity. Equality is ambition. Spirituality is Atheism (and visa-versa). Love is abuse. Patriotism is fascism. Law is opportunity. Sex is power. Money is status. Hatred is logical. Compassion is righteous. Math is clarity. Pleasure is Heaven Intelligence is ammunition. Sanity is stoicism. Acceptance is Evil...Now read it backwards!
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wickedfiction81 · 4 months
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Prison
Prison, no matter the substance of its containment, is a place where one seeks redemption. The sentence determined by whether it is found. Should they ever decide to open the door to freedom...
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wickedfiction81 · 4 months
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If a man can't find his way in the world, he will seek its destruction. By killing himself, he leaves the world less than it was and accomplishes his mission...
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wickedfiction81 · 4 months
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I'm free to hate. I'm not chained to compassionate ideals...
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wickedfiction81 · 4 months
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Publishers write: Chauncey! We love your writing, but we can't publish this because of the subject matter. It's depraved! Looks like Inkitt is my last shot…Love it or hate it. Read it here: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/erotica/1143098
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wickedfiction81 · 4 months
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Love
Heart and Fart rhyme because Love's a joke...
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wickedfiction81 · 5 months
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AI
What if...no AI already did it. How about--nope AI already did it. Can we try--AI made it. Only what about--nope. U--nope. C--nope. I--nope. -nope -nope -nope -nope -nope -n -n -n -n -n -n -n -n -n nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Human terminated
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wickedfiction81 · 5 months
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wickedfiction81 · 5 months
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Boogers
I'm not picking my nose. I'm cleaning it!
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wickedfiction81 · 5 months
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Why do I write? Cuz I want inside your fuckin' head!
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wickedfiction81 · 5 months
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Free
My friends were older when I was small and left me for school on early mornings. When I finally made it there, school was year round and I didn't share vacations with my friends. When we moved to a different state, I didn't know anybody, and slowly through my schooling, I was held away. Until finally when I opened my mouth, I pushed away. As if life was for others and not myself. The void I felt was all ashen as if I'd missed the fire. The sun, though shining bright above, fell on my shoulders that were already heavy, and for years life was a bed of nails. Uncomfortable but enduring. Compulsive yet unattached. I found answers. Many answers. One can find as many as they like. I played with mine. The only thing I was ever tight with: Truth. A sharp weapon that could level anybody. I'd put it on you, like I'm doing now, only it'd be yours. I'd wrap you in it. Nails in. So you'd have to scream from the inside. With no one to hear you. Until you were finally free from your own voice. Hurting you because I love you and I want you to be free. Free as me...
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wickedfiction81 · 5 months
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Storm
I've waited many years for the storm to pass. Now that it's over, I still feel it inside. It misses me. It waits for me to return. But it left its scars and aged my body with wither. And I've nothing to say to it cuz it's passed...
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wickedfiction81 · 5 months
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This is the REAL reason why the US reversed Roe vs Wade…and why everyone’s freaked about Transgenderism. If we (the US) continue to identify with COMPLETE and TOTAL FREEDOM, so much so that we can CHOOSE what sex we want to be, then we’ll having nothing left to conform to and those who are a little more sturdy than us we’ll run us over. Tolerance doesn’t equal compassion. Pass it on!
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