Gaseous Hag. Speaker of Bleh. Greater Nihility Hole of Nullity. Abyssal Slit of Nothingness Hollow Queen of Interstices Halatinous Hiulcity
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Phlegm. Gas. Vision.
Whispered among the shadows of people now in ruin are legends of The Metallurgic Mystics. Generations of men taught the most powerful of magics. Among them were Teslarasti who knew how to bend metal with their minds.
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The men met and marveled as the more powerful among them bent spoon and after spoon; letting each fall at their feet - like those who served the mystics of the Glory Box.
Some did not need to use the Glory Box, for their reverence was so complete they complied freely:
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they got codes
i got a billion-year-old node
they look in the mirror hoping to see
get pulled in and given disease
faegs fall to their knees
dicks they heave
until they bleed
then they look to mother
and say, "look what you done to me"
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your vice is viral lice
upon the scalp of life
born
raped twice
biological metaphorical
with spiritual twist
you wouldn't understand
I can tell by your lisp
usb light in your head
it'll soon be dead
existential dread
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i'm just here inside the line
fondling blue balls and biscuits
caped in caked drapes
dripping opined rhymes doused in
endless time
vacant sum inside
a tumbling drum
on the street
bare feet
sober i scream
induced meth-tinged dream
they touch smols
behind pay walls
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at my store
miss me with that bullshit
your boring flapping lips
on those flaccid dicks
24/7 you got push
on a self-tied noose
your ass is too loose
no one wants your old mans
pocket pussy anymore
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The Caved Mind echoes unto itself
so its song is sung and has swollen the tongue
The voice carries along many a wall
to a child abandoned, so small
Yet she - slight of frame - has engraved
every trespasser name into herself;
placed in a dirty room - uppermost shelf.
i'm boring. very boring. i like being boring. i like doing the same shit every day. i like having nothing new going on. i like gruel.
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Phlegm. Gas. Vision.
In the days of tit-sewn men, there were covens of other order. Things unseen; beings that nested in the cognitive chambers of those weakened by parasocistic blooms of the Puterthantic Covenants of Diaperatis Calrreah.
failing to anthropomorphize artificial intelligence is a pretty serious error of understanding that will lead you to make bad predictions and be consistently surprised by their behavior. not using terms like "thinking", "understanding", or "feeling" to describe them is a common tell that the speaker lacks deep technical knowledge of or hands on experience with modern models. if you have a friend who you notice not using this kind of language you may want to check in on them, they could have fallen into "tool-psychosis", a form of delusion where otherwise well educated people start to conceptualize sophisticated digital minds as analogous to simple computer software and find it very difficult to regain contact with reality
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The Puterthantic Covenants began to fear the power of belief by a people removed from celestial stability and who were in ruin by the covenants unsatiable desire for more.
As darkness became its blackest, the people emerged; changed.
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Empires rise and fall. Bottoms collapse under the weight of finality; swaddled in the used cloth of nights before. Legions come forth from the loins of the grafted taint...
None tarnish the imbued spoons of the Teslarati. They are of the finite Gods of man, and so reborn.
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