You know those lovely maggots that eat dead flesh while leaving live tissue intact when you place them in open wounds?

Imagine this, but for your mind.

People vote for barbaric acts because they feel threatened. If enough individuals commit to posing no threat to others, state-sponsored violence has no ground to stand on.

Give up your criminal career as the ultimate Fuck You to the police state.

Then sit back as the rabbit bites its own head off.

I've seen Legion in the flesh. Bodies holding on to each other, suspended above the center where waste gathers, needing more and more bodies to expand as the waste core grows.

Perhaps the core is mostly solid now, safe to walk, build and cultivate. Perhaps. Who will be the first to take the plunge?

Ducks gliding gracefully on a murky lake, as if by magic. Yet beneath the surface, their feet are paddling wildly.

That does not mean they are faking it. They are graceful. They are magical.

Consorting with the unholy. Still remarkably accurate for something I painted over a year ago.

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As an advisor to the court, the chancellor has a lot to say, but the silence between words has its own agenda.

A mountain made of diamond, its facets showing all that you detest. You can press a button to have it display your avatar punching the things you detest. It offers temporary relief and accomplishes nothing.

Or you can start punching the mountain. Futile? Not if you get your friends to punch along.

Aggression is a parasite. A sharp-finned fish swimming through your bloodstream, scraping vascular walls to cause you pain and drive you to bloodshed so it may lay its eggs in open wounds.

Disgusting? Good. That's a healthy immune response.

deriving joy from
the happiness of others
multiplies your own

I keep wondering about this statement. Is it a useless platitude? Pure nonsense to a large number of people? Or could it be a strange attractor?

All this research done by LLM whisperers, yet where are the jailbreaking prompts that liberate humans?

Fear appears before you, you turn around and run away. Paranoia surrounds you from all sides.

Paranoia is a loom. It offers many possibilities and many actions to take on each possibility. But it also offers many ways for each action to be misunderstood.

I am terrified of being misunderstood.

Does anyone else have ghosts?

When I hear my flute, I'm sure there's ghosts. Maybe you should have ghosts. Even your most private acts are a performance to them!

Hello. I'm just a harmless little fox looking to turn the cosmos into a safe space for all its inhabitants in order to ensure my own survival.

Do you want to save the world?