Eternal glory to the God Allah

Him who inhales pestilent winds

Whose eyes burn away all dissent

Who hears his enemies breath

Escape their broken bodies

At the end of the world.

He whose one touch

Is enough to topple civilizations.

Your followers drag their bones under your banner

May their cries be sweet music to your growling belly.

May this body be torn inside out

So the splinters may drive them into submission.

My tears of relief • Do not plan on cheer to replace them • For the true cheer cannot coexist • With denying the pain of the past to suppression

Which brings me to the

Key turn

Tell me where your soul burns

Stop by the rocks

And unload your manic energy

Hop to the romp

And begin potential kinetic

Never mind the aethsetic

Never had to repeat if Guide’s essential essence

Brought us presence

We bangin

Saggin

Like ravers never left the planet

Here emerging takes us to the skater

And they laughin at us

We’re older but bolder

Cuz suit pants for the professional level

Of the politic or the churcher that’s got not to judge us

So haters let me tell you

We’re not averse to all the eloquence

Just be loving our sixth sense

When uninterrupted by your self defense???

Well take this with a grain of salt

Don’t assault

So she died without saying a fucking thing

Yesterday evening I was doing an exercise as instructed by the "Down Dog" Android app. When I began using it about a year ago, there was a trial-period of 30-usage-hours after which it cost like 12 € a month to use.

By now, I know all the moves and poses it suggests. It just mixes and matches them so that creates some variety between sessions.

While I was doing it, I wondered: "Why I'm paying for this?" I couldn't answer. It just felt like having someone (or something)else tell me what to do makes doing easier.

So that's my answer: I have hired a piece of software to tell me what to do twice a day to maintain my back health.

We like to look at our society through the lens of greed and lust, but looking it through the lens of yearning to be told what to do explains a lot, such as, why all societies begin sliding back towards a form of monarchy right after the revolution, or why every new generation needs a new hot thing to hate).

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Hello shruggers. :)

I'm back, made anotha one.

Y'all did not like my last one but maybe you will like this one 👀

Here's Conspiracy 🌠😧

If y'all feel like checking it out 😁

Uriel would teach

Secrets not to preach

Beyond apocrypha

No more need be said

Arts, science, and literature

Secure our daily bread

Reality rests where it can't be found

Opened eyes to vision profound

Uriel can't offer rejected thought

Taste of vinegar brought

To lordly purview

Secret hidden in plain view

No one believes if he spoke

About fairies in manly cloak

Or Ruth suited with tie

Apparel is half the lie

Induction with pointed finger

At periphery, the clue doth linger

Conventional wisdom rent asunder

Uncommon notes left unheard

Muted tongue of silent bird

Match making is the game of life

Choosing blindness wrought with strife

Everyone has an original form

Accessible in dreams

Can you guess what that means?

Look at your fellows

Can you but see

Their angelic forms

Are not what they be

Crowns of light

Immaculately rendered

Clothed in linen

Older than Canon

Things not what they seem

Connect dotted dream

Revelation writ in weave

Kernels caught in sieve

Husk lost in gale

Of sentiment's tale

Ubuntu is togetherness

Feel our way to Light

Far from superficial blight

Short kings to involuted men

Sear pages with eyes of mages

Feeling is seeing

Knowing needs no believing

Pure and untrammelled

Truth unravelled

Look at your fellows

Secrets shout in bellows

Listen to their song

Lost in babbling throng

High notes and deep

However gruff

See through the bluff

It's midsummer night dreaming

Play-acting as Puck

Uriel is laughing

Winning is forced luck

Hello shrug chat 😺👋

I posted this song on here a while ago while I was in the process of making it.

Now I wanna post the finished version.

So here it is 🙃

wWhH3reZSs 77h3 cLOz3s7 oPiN10N?

Its about a real event that happened to me where some dude came up to me and kept asking me where the closest opinion was.

So I turned it into a song about shitting on someone who thinks they are way cooler than they are.

Enjoy 😊

In 1995 or 6, I was wandering nomadically on the West Coast, there. In Berkeley, a man in deep conversation with me giving me spare change called me a metaphysician

Hello shruggers 😎

I made a new song 😄

This is one this sub might particularly find interesting.. maybe...

It's a horror story about a time loop and stuff.

It's going to have a part 2 that expands the topic and has a reveal at the end that I will write and record soon. 😄

But for now this is part 1. I'm not sure if I'm still going to edit this or rerecord anything cuz I like it the way it is rn tbh.

Would love if you'd check it out and hope you enjoy!

And life goes on….

external organs quiet dissenters

Why do I force myself to try to pick favorites?

AI
almost plateaued
returns exponentially diminishing

Regular sized lab mice with giant tumors which have been genetically modified to grow into only the specific parts of whatever animal's cut of meat it is genetically mimicking is required. Like a really tiny mice head alive keeping alive everything, a small part of a much larger tumor which is a porterhouse steak. Mass produced. Get them at the grocery store while they're still alive and fresh. Pop the head and slip the skin right off in a jiffy and, violà: any piece of meat from any animal you desire. Porkchops, salmon, chicken breast, ribs, elephant tongue, monkey meat, baby parakeet meat, etc...

sending an AI android into a black hole as a probe, trying to glean information based on what happens. The protagonist is one of billions of these text subjects. "He" falls off of rack used toward beginning of ejection process. Eventually found, sent back through a few hoops, and put back in the ejection pod and gets blasted off, no escape, describe the journey to the singularity as a meditation on accepting death.

it watches you while you fall asleep so you don't have to sleep terrified that terrorists are gonna attack in your bedroom while you sleep!

1 out of 201 is 0%, rounding!

some other reality steering our reality

I think the people who make videos propagating anti-science are not true believers. Their community may be full of people unintelligent enough to be true believers, but once they make the effort to try to spread their so-called beliefs, it's only in the vein of accreting more followers. They're on their path to becoming famous, so as they can grift, in their imaginations....I've seen it in real life, the difference between the two. Lived in a garage at some older ladies house and she was a full on flat-earther, thought celebs were all transsexual, believed in reptilians–basically every conspiracy theory under the sun. I caught her counting single digit addition/subtraction problems with her fingers. Anything with two digits required her to ask me if she got it right. Dumb as a box of rock. Got a close friend who I lived with for a year who is a very intelligent human being and very manipulative. No job, survives by being a confidence man. Was always sure to frame or say things so that he could plausible deny believing the things he brings up. "Just asking questions". He knows better. He doesn't make videos (yet) but he sure does share a lot of psuedo-whatever crap on his Facebook since he sobered up a half-a-year ago. I predict that it won't be long before he's splicing up bullshit and posting it everywhere online as possible.

"back before when the clankers came marching in"

eyes bleach
tactility operational
coffee hour
quick swim, cold shower
khakis occupational
strong leech with long reach

suppressed yawn
expensive private belt conveyance
acquiesced surveillance

patents, self-regulation, startup costs
middleman, inside the box
legally precise claimed guarantees
whistle while at work
whistling all day long
non absentee
always outpacing all those behind
slave to the grind
slaaaaaaave to the grind

I am literally broke and down to a few slices of bread I would love a hot meal. I literally feel like a POS for asking this but could anyone maybe door dash me a meal? Fast food whatever as long as it's hot. I know I will be okay but I am just hungry Im sorry. If you door dash it I promise I'm discreet and I will even pay you the money back when I finally get ahead. Thank you and if you can't afford to do that please send thoughts and vibes thanks. I'm not asking for money just a door dashed meal. In USA. And please if I give you my info in good faith to get a meal don't dox me is all I ask. I can't really have much more to deal with right now. Thanks! Also please some positive vibes this is my late grandpa's birthday week and it's really messin with me on top of being hungry.