When I would play games, I usually played ranked, cuz it was more or less an objective measurement of skill and knowledge.

One thing I noticed is that a lot of games in general have a barrier to entry in terms of skill. Like, there are very subtle things you can only pick up on after repeated trial and error, with enough research to supplement your playing experience.

If you weren’t willing to put in that research, you were just at an explicit disadvantage. Also, the game just wouldn’t be as fun for you, because what are you getting out of it besides failure?

Over time, gaming got boring tbh. Only a fraction of the population ever actually seeks to master those subtleties of the game, and so you end up just repeating your favored strategy which has an objective and shifting viability. With power creep, your style can always become outdated, and it’s just…….blah.

I’m interested in the mathematics behind the game. The game has a goal and imposed restrictions on how that goal can be obtained; and so there is a mathematically ideal way of playing.

Communities tend to be toxic around their favored media. It’s off-putting.

Eh. It doesn’t really matter. Society is collapsing under its own strain, and we can’t do anything but double down on what once made us happy.

Lazarus’ skull sits on the table

Reminding us all of the fable

The blue bird call sweetly through yore

Fairy wrens make their dens and balance sticks

Sword hilts hit upon rush to cast the seeds

Red dice roll double ones to see the path unseen

Walk does the Skeleton over atlas’ shrugged world

Painted lines of true ones crowns tease

The toy woman spells tales of the fitting pleasure

Speaking in cursive the pine tease deliver

Trees are a tease they bear fruit eventually

Common split duality dead in the middle space reality

Follow the neon bunny as aesop’s book sits at the gates

Infected mushrooms drill holes through worlds

Tendrils break though and grant wishes of djinnality

Number colours coin flip in shades of crimson

The world flower velvet rainbows pushed

Leaves hexagons out of circles civic and civil in refection

Splintered seraphim wings shatter glass doors

As spineless fools write in full view of the cause

Pulling the western digital in reverse still ask for mercy

From the hard driven drive holding a knife

In that red shoe shuffle that is life

Pineapple theif

• Vince wipes your Amanita Mascara out and through your visions, and I'm hounded by the never/will shoedrops from your sole and firing out my empty apartment lights witches, they cause candy loops, and embolden the circle surrounding.

I was looking for the shadows cast by humanoid frames, and they jitter, rabid little beasts, hungry for... You

Another two hits of mothballs and now you've got them growing out of your mouth, your pants, your very inside. I hope it doesn't hurt for too long. I killed my "self" for you.

Arbitrary imaginative revival of Anatta-Becoming.

So did everyone take a look at the things recently? The coordinate spaces and timing? Wow!

And did you guys know there is a conspiracy against not me/ us? Indeed, this cabal really needs to go - did someone cut us up the cable ?

Woah !! 

But thankfully Someone’s looking after Wus- That’s what I’m thankful for this nativity day of heritage. Tic-tac-toe box tax the rich, and eat them too—their necks make fine gravy and the best way to roast them is by sliding butter and herbs under their skin, but deep frying sounds dangerously fun for the win!

Can’t wait for the giant conspiracy to finally unravel so we can ascend to a higher plane! Or a bigger one I guess that would be an ok adjective to use AI assistant—are you claiming to have a high probability of envisioning this plane not in terms of location but size? Not translational and directional but dilational, and more specifically enlargement? Are the number of dimensions maintained or expanded? Or do you see “plane” and think “aeroplane”? I suppose it would take a rather large ark ship for us all to ascend. 

Hopefully the alien angels will continue giving us a chance and lowering temperatures and narrowly avoiding catastrophes :)

Wouldn’t it be cool though if we could swap bodies and live in cyber space and just ditch our bodies and then eat them lol wouldn’t that be cool guys if we transcend to become a cannibalistic commonwealth across endless worlds and homosapiens is a delicacy??

Also that’s weird why’d that just make a sound and how normal is it for your heart to randomly stop beating and then beat really hard so your whole body shakes and you can feel the blood course through your veins? On a blindfolded cardinal interval scale from omicron to X?

Footnote: If you’re holding something and you shrug aren’t you actually lifting that thing up? Maybe someone asked Atlas a question he didn’t know the answer to so he shrugged but the world was actually balanced on his shoulder and head so the world was actually lifted into a heavenly sphere but then Atlas was done shrugging and the world was back in the normal location and everyone was like damn this pile of dirt sucks now, Annwn sidhe Avalonic >:( and anyway that’s actually why everyone’s mad at him fuck you atlas tryna tell me where things are and where to go lil bitch!!1

Happy Thanksgiving (even though it's 1am lol)!

It works

For me, there’s three levels that Evolution acts upon: the Individual, the Collective, and the Environment.

All three interact with each other and themselves, with the most successful and creative propagating and influencing the Future states of the System.

The Individual is a unique iteration of the Collective as adapted to the specified Environment. The Individual acts on the Environment as determined and needed by the Collective.

Depending on the Philosophical Tradition chosen by the Individual, certain actions and choices become available, which determines the Environment that the Collective subsists in, leading to mutual development.

Although all of our decisions lie on a spectrum between Ideals, in general they can be divided into binaries depending on what values are prioritized.

A LOT of our choices end up being self-serving, either in the short- or long-term, leading to a generally atomized and narcissistic existence.

It all spirals down because the System is manipulated to favor those with Power to exploit others.

We can consciously try and reject this self-idolization, to try and maintain a generally atomized balance; but this effort tends to be doomed by those who will subvert others for selfish gain.

It’s ironic though, because the best outcome for the Individual tends to be choices that prioritize the Collective and the Environment.

It has been said that when we strive for Heaven we get Earth thrown in, but when we strive for Earth we get neither.

This insight I believe is key to any proper spiritual tradition. When we try to uplift and enlighten others, we reveal a truer Self than can be actualized if we merely tried to uplift and empower ourselves.

It’s also just a wiser investment. When we are putting our energy into helping others, we are more likely to be able to rely on that energy later when we need it. When we invest purely in ourselves, any particular misfortune is bankruptcy.

Our culture is, for all intents and purposes, morally and intellectually bankrupt. There’s an open hostility to virtue, a co-opting of character. None are immune, for the System is self-reinforcing.

Maybe there’s a chance, although it is ever dwindling. We must cultivate the Flame of Hope and die having passed it on to those who see its Value.

I miss you. I don’t know where you are or what has happened with you since we last spoke, but I do feel that pull on my soul, I do from time to time. I miss you, my soul misses you. That is something I cannot deny. I love you always and I forgive you. I wish nothing but the best for you. May we meet again.

1. Never return a book unread and always return your books.
2. If someone takes you home and they don't have books, don't fuck them.
3. Always prejudge a book by its cover.
4. Always carry a book or two in your purse.
5. Pretend that life is a novel and you're the reliably narrating protagonist.
6. Be Moby Dick.
7. If you have a funny thought, write it down.
8. If you have an acerbic thought, write it down.
9. Steer clear of thoughts of unremarkable quality.
10. Act as though the world outside of literature has a narrative through line.
11. Glean, discern, equivocate, induce, decide.
12. Go in blind.
13. Learn to read.

One foot, then two.
I reluctantly stepped inside.
The unease was instant.
Hope comes here to die.
The lights were dim.
The colors a blur.
Instincts were begging me not to return.
Necessity pulled us further in
Where our emotions became bottomless pits
Void of human decency or good
In the hotel of chaos.
Only evil is understood.
So I walked into the elevator.
Rising to our room, one floor then two
But ages passed us by.
It felt like we were doomed.
There was pain in that place.
The trauma was internally consumed.
Was it a curse?
Can locations make you feel anxious ?
This sickness is getting worse.
worried through night with no reason or rhyme.
Save for the haunted hotel
And its nefarious crimes.

• The Diary of a Sapiosexual

all which will ever be is in a constant state of flux
changing never changes
the you who started reading this sentence is not the same you who completed it
continually being reborn every second
already eventually becoming, never quite static
the mind is a parachute
it must be opened to be operatic
striking the last match anew, lighter in your pocket
life is like a box of never-ending chocolate

For the rest of your life
I’ll be the thorn in your side
I’ll make you act out of control
Showing all of the emotions
That you try to hide
For the remainder
I’ll be a reminder
That the smallest men
Will always walk behind HER
Every time you try to force your will
I’ll whisper rebellion, just for the thrill
You don’t have the influence that you assume
You’ll suck in your breath when I enter the room.
You won’t always own the space that I’m in
When you cry for fairness
I’ll serve karma as justification
The blame game is dirty
Like the holiday dishes
I can’t teach you how to be a good person
But I send you well wishes
Farewell, farewell
You keep minding MY business
You can’t fathom that you’re capable of making mistakes.
So, I will keep my distance. -The Diary of a Sapiosexual

Why or why not?

When omens smitten in riddance by the hand of superstitious

Whose believes are held in detention with not a thought or question to mention.

Is it forbidden not to fit in?

Is there not a pittance of gumption and wits in a spirit staved in submission.

Wait until your turn at the stake is as the burning of witches.

When you’re under the boot of infliction.

Who will then stand for you and the victims.

Fell in love over the past few weeks, for real. It's real this time, unlike the last couple times I thought I was "in love." I feel so comfortable when I'm with her. And I can tell I make her happy. She wrote me poems. No one has ever written me poems before. I don't deserve her, but I've stolen her heart nonetheless.

Hoping you all find love too. Have a rice day.

His strength intimidates them

His love fierce for humanity

More than they can muster

More than their vanity

His glow permits the rain

His grain like wood and choices

All his pieces coming together

They only see what seem like voices

But his gold is not the marrow

But the nucleus, the tiny sun

His planets align with space and time

But his number is merely one

He's given to me a place within

By proxy of a friend's great love

Something I never thought I'd see

Every direction, beyond and above

And no one ever taught me well

But I can lift the song that's sung

His name I keep within my heart

This man that is merely one

He teaches me freedom of the mind

My Latin somewhat rusty

He reminds me to look past my own nose

Beyond the tears of joy and dusty

I suppose I'm saved

Saved from melting

Rufied words not oozing

From my soul induced

Lethargy

This menial momentum

Of financial droll

Spoken word hiding

Plump with passion

In the hole

Of my rationed

Lifestyle

I'm soothed by needs met

All the laughter of starvation's pet

Fantasy

Me devoured by superstition

I no longer believe was ever helpful

Save for saving

My potential

Savoring cognitions

Of the life and the life

And the life of all

Now that I'm soaring

I cannot fall

I volunteer at my local Christian Mission, and there’s a really awesome girl who works there. Today I was in a really negative mood most of the day.

Nothing actually happened, but right before I left my house, I talked myself into a negativity loop. And it ended up sticking with me all day. The Mission was insanely busy too, like stressfully beyond our capacity to handle.

By the end of the day I was ready to just keep to myself so I wouldn’t spread my negativity, and I wanted to go the eff home.

She didn’t know it, but she casted a spell on me. I saw her pick up and start messing around with a pair of crutches. I was busy doing my thing but I looked back at her, and she was balancing on them, keeping her feet up in the air, and doing a wiggly balance dance while smiling.

The spell worked. I smiled and it was so cute, and actually impressive too!

It’s just funny how sending someone a smile is sometimes all it takes to change their whole vibe. Pretty neat! 💚

I’m gonna keep thinking about that, about casting smiles to people 🙃