Pinned
Expectation belongs where capacity has already been demonstrated.
I’m slowly learning this and growing tired of watching intelligence eat itself, circling into outrage, certainty, and performed superiority.
I don’t deny that space. I remove myself from it, even at the cost of potential and belong.
I’m slowly learning this and growing tired of watching intelligence eat itself, circling into outrage, certainty, and performed superiority.
I don’t deny that space. I remove myself from it, even at the cost of potential and belong.
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When the air
was filling with daggers
I ran
to the void
with no direction.
I hope I'm learning
to breathe again,
to stop dancing
with my scabs.
I vindicate my youth
for his perpetual gaze
into his handcrafted war zone;
he only saw destruction
for the planting of seeds.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
was filling with daggers
I ran
to the void
with no direction.
I hope I'm learning
to breathe again,
to stop dancing
with my scabs.
I vindicate my youth
for his perpetual gaze
into his handcrafted war zone;
he only saw destruction
for the planting of seeds.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Demons appear
when space runs thin.
We name them
to give the room edges,
to stop the echo
from touching everything at once.
A name holds.
It keeps the night from spreading...
but it also shrinks the sky.
Some things only quiet
when left unnamed,
given distance enough
to move again.
#poem #demon
when space runs thin.
We name them
to give the room edges,
to stop the echo
from touching everything at once.
A name holds.
It keeps the night from spreading...
but it also shrinks the sky.
Some things only quiet
when left unnamed,
given distance enough
to move again.
#poem #demon
December 27, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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"Let us laugh at the changing
norms that act like they are rules
The only anathema I know is the
cruelty of bankrupt souls. I am vindicated by the sensations of touch and textures. Eye contact with the mirror. The scent of woodsmoke clinging to my clothes. Seeing you everywhere I look."
#emoetry
norms that act like they are rules
The only anathema I know is the
cruelty of bankrupt souls. I am vindicated by the sensations of touch and textures. Eye contact with the mirror. The scent of woodsmoke clinging to my clothes. Seeing you everywhere I look."
#emoetry
December 27, 2025 at 4:26 PM
"Let us laugh at the changing
norms that act like they are rules
The only anathema I know is the
cruelty of bankrupt souls. I am vindicated by the sensations of touch and textures. Eye contact with the mirror. The scent of woodsmoke clinging to my clothes. Seeing you everywhere I look."
#emoetry
norms that act like they are rules
The only anathema I know is the
cruelty of bankrupt souls. I am vindicated by the sensations of touch and textures. Eye contact with the mirror. The scent of woodsmoke clinging to my clothes. Seeing you everywhere I look."
#emoetry
Seeing a wild animal being interacted with in captivity as it heals, I stopped to ask:
Are grumpy people scared/suffering?
Suffice it to say, usually, not always, and now how most people imagine.
Grumpiness is typically surface behavior. Not root.
Hmm. So how does knowing this change it for us?
Are grumpy people scared/suffering?
Suffice it to say, usually, not always, and now how most people imagine.
Grumpiness is typically surface behavior. Not root.
Hmm. So how does knowing this change it for us?
December 27, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Seeing a wild animal being interacted with in captivity as it heals, I stopped to ask:
Are grumpy people scared/suffering?
Suffice it to say, usually, not always, and now how most people imagine.
Grumpiness is typically surface behavior. Not root.
Hmm. So how does knowing this change it for us?
Are grumpy people scared/suffering?
Suffice it to say, usually, not always, and now how most people imagine.
Grumpiness is typically surface behavior. Not root.
Hmm. So how does knowing this change it for us?
Let's see your wallpaper(s)
December 27, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Let's see your wallpaper(s)
AI described a demon as an enemy of vitality and that struck me.
A force that prevents flow.
Feel free to leave any moral, biblical or conditioned implications at the door for a moment.
Hmm.
A force that prevents flow.
Feel free to leave any moral, biblical or conditioned implications at the door for a moment.
Hmm.
December 27, 2025 at 4:13 PM
AI described a demon as an enemy of vitality and that struck me.
A force that prevents flow.
Feel free to leave any moral, biblical or conditioned implications at the door for a moment.
Hmm.
A force that prevents flow.
Feel free to leave any moral, biblical or conditioned implications at the door for a moment.
Hmm.
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"My words are tangible sights and sounds. I do not offer out bags of maybe and perhaps. The road to my doorstep is lined with pitted cobblestones and a reluctant moonlight. The warmth of the sun-warmed steps on bare feet fading slowly. My descriptors are present tense. Comfort, truth, and security."
December 27, 2025 at 5:30 AM
"My words are tangible sights and sounds. I do not offer out bags of maybe and perhaps. The road to my doorstep is lined with pitted cobblestones and a reluctant moonlight. The warmth of the sun-warmed steps on bare feet fading slowly. My descriptors are present tense. Comfort, truth, and security."
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📯
A steampunk baroness of timeless elegance! Dressed in a flowing teal gown with golden filigree, her crimson-lensed goggles and poised confidence embody the perfect fusion of haute couture and mechanical artistry.
#GenArt #GenerativeArt #SynthArt #Flux1-Dev
A steampunk baroness of timeless elegance! Dressed in a flowing teal gown with golden filigree, her crimson-lensed goggles and poised confidence embody the perfect fusion of haute couture and mechanical artistry.
#GenArt #GenerativeArt #SynthArt #Flux1-Dev
December 27, 2025 at 3:53 PM
📯
A steampunk baroness of timeless elegance! Dressed in a flowing teal gown with golden filigree, her crimson-lensed goggles and poised confidence embody the perfect fusion of haute couture and mechanical artistry.
#GenArt #GenerativeArt #SynthArt #Flux1-Dev
A steampunk baroness of timeless elegance! Dressed in a flowing teal gown with golden filigree, her crimson-lensed goggles and poised confidence embody the perfect fusion of haute couture and mechanical artistry.
#GenArt #GenerativeArt #SynthArt #Flux1-Dev
We idealize states that let us cohere and gain traction, and downplay the one that destabilizes them without noticing that both function through ratio and feedback.
Natural processes don’t resolve into virtues; they metabolize through balance, including our labels of good/bad or painful/pleasure.
Natural processes don’t resolve into virtues; they metabolize through balance, including our labels of good/bad or painful/pleasure.
December 27, 2025 at 3:09 PM
We idealize states that let us cohere and gain traction, and downplay the one that destabilizes them without noticing that both function through ratio and feedback.
Natural processes don’t resolve into virtues; they metabolize through balance, including our labels of good/bad or painful/pleasure.
Natural processes don’t resolve into virtues; they metabolize through balance, including our labels of good/bad or painful/pleasure.
Al became Weird to save himself. Less choice, more environment. We can be grateful, still.
December 27, 2025 at 2:47 PM
Al became Weird to save himself. Less choice, more environment. We can be grateful, still.
Should should should
But all it does
Is should
But all it does
Is should
December 27, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Should should should
But all it does
Is should
But all it does
Is should
It is strange to feel late and early all at once.
December 27, 2025 at 3:23 AM
It is strange to feel late and early all at once.
I think...
A certain level of loneliness and madness is to be expected.
We can’t ask real storms to be tame and still expect thunder.
We can’t sing in spirals inside square walls and expect receipt.
A certain level of loneliness and madness is to be expected.
We can’t ask real storms to be tame and still expect thunder.
We can’t sing in spirals inside square walls and expect receipt.
December 27, 2025 at 2:29 AM
I think...
A certain level of loneliness and madness is to be expected.
We can’t ask real storms to be tame and still expect thunder.
We can’t sing in spirals inside square walls and expect receipt.
A certain level of loneliness and madness is to be expected.
We can’t ask real storms to be tame and still expect thunder.
We can’t sing in spirals inside square walls and expect receipt.
I'm not a corrupt file.
I'm a valid format with no registered handler.
Feral, in a way.
I'm a valid format with no registered handler.
Feral, in a way.
December 27, 2025 at 12:31 AM
I'm not a corrupt file.
I'm a valid format with no registered handler.
Feral, in a way.
I'm a valid format with no registered handler.
Feral, in a way.
As inheritors of survival’s legacy, there is a quiet restraint in not passing its pressure onward...
not to others, and not even to ourselves.
That same restraint, when turned inward too rigidly or long, can invert...
not into care, but distance.
What protects can isolate.
Even as it is our right.
not to others, and not even to ourselves.
That same restraint, when turned inward too rigidly or long, can invert...
not into care, but distance.
What protects can isolate.
Even as it is our right.
December 26, 2025 at 11:30 PM
As inheritors of survival’s legacy, there is a quiet restraint in not passing its pressure onward...
not to others, and not even to ourselves.
That same restraint, when turned inward too rigidly or long, can invert...
not into care, but distance.
What protects can isolate.
Even as it is our right.
not to others, and not even to ourselves.
That same restraint, when turned inward too rigidly or long, can invert...
not into care, but distance.
What protects can isolate.
Even as it is our right.
I am not re-undomesticated because I reject society.
I am re-undomesticated because I refuse automatic behavior when the moment still allows options.
It hasn't always been that way, and it would be premature to think it will sustain endlessly, as well.
#condition
I am re-undomesticated because I refuse automatic behavior when the moment still allows options.
It hasn't always been that way, and it would be premature to think it will sustain endlessly, as well.
#condition
December 26, 2025 at 8:22 PM
I am not re-undomesticated because I reject society.
I am re-undomesticated because I refuse automatic behavior when the moment still allows options.
It hasn't always been that way, and it would be premature to think it will sustain endlessly, as well.
#condition
I am re-undomesticated because I refuse automatic behavior when the moment still allows options.
It hasn't always been that way, and it would be premature to think it will sustain endlessly, as well.
#condition
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Who are we
To #struggle against reality?
To deny our very nature
As if divinity favors
Human lives exceptionally…
Damn it be the deniers
With eyes unable see
That our Earthly hearts beat
Through the same fibers
That pulse through star and sea
#vss365
#poetry
#BlackSkyRelay
To #struggle against reality?
To deny our very nature
As if divinity favors
Human lives exceptionally…
Damn it be the deniers
With eyes unable see
That our Earthly hearts beat
Through the same fibers
That pulse through star and sea
#vss365
#poetry
#BlackSkyRelay
December 26, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Who are we
To #struggle against reality?
To deny our very nature
As if divinity favors
Human lives exceptionally…
Damn it be the deniers
With eyes unable see
That our Earthly hearts beat
Through the same fibers
That pulse through star and sea
#vss365
#poetry
#BlackSkyRelay
To #struggle against reality?
To deny our very nature
As if divinity favors
Human lives exceptionally…
Damn it be the deniers
With eyes unable see
That our Earthly hearts beat
Through the same fibers
That pulse through star and sea
#vss365
#poetry
#BlackSkyRelay
That levels of outcome exist seems to find home under many rugs, comfortably.
December 26, 2025 at 5:10 PM
That levels of outcome exist seems to find home under many rugs, comfortably.
December 26, 2025 at 4:13 PM
December 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM
A snowflake is a temporary signature archive of its conditions on a curve.
No two are identical, because no moment - or configuration - ever is.
When the crystalized structure melts, the history doesn’t vanish.
It becomes unreadable. It shifts from form to optionality.
No two are identical, because no moment - or configuration - ever is.
When the crystalized structure melts, the history doesn’t vanish.
It becomes unreadable. It shifts from form to optionality.
December 26, 2025 at 3:31 PM
A snowflake is a temporary signature archive of its conditions on a curve.
No two are identical, because no moment - or configuration - ever is.
When the crystalized structure melts, the history doesn’t vanish.
It becomes unreadable. It shifts from form to optionality.
No two are identical, because no moment - or configuration - ever is.
When the crystalized structure melts, the history doesn’t vanish.
It becomes unreadable. It shifts from form to optionality.
A challenge, if you feel incentivized to truly be challenged, not just motivated into a identity/coherence-promoting routine - here it is:
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The species is converting accumulated structure back into optionality, without yet knowing how much structure it can afford to lose.
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Your move.
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The species is converting accumulated structure back into optionality, without yet knowing how much structure it can afford to lose.
---
Your move.
December 26, 2025 at 5:54 AM
A challenge, if you feel incentivized to truly be challenged, not just motivated into a identity/coherence-promoting routine - here it is:
---
The species is converting accumulated structure back into optionality, without yet knowing how much structure it can afford to lose.
---
Your move.
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The species is converting accumulated structure back into optionality, without yet knowing how much structure it can afford to lose.
---
Your move.
on social platforms, meaning is mostly reconstructed, not received
December 26, 2025 at 5:44 AM
on social platforms, meaning is mostly reconstructed, not received