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Cryptocurrency absolutely is a revolutionary technology.

But then, so were vibrating dildos.

I know my answer, but which would you rather fuck yourself with?

Or Kill Me / Re: On Being Terrible
« on: Yesterday at 11:47:52 am »
Love this.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Ingress
« on: October 20, 2014, 07:41:42 pm »
I am mildly hopeful that I will get to a point where I can cruise around just wrecking the shit out of everything.

I wish that at higher levels you could go neutral and just become a force of destruction, wiping out all portals.

If that were the case, I would have motivation to level beyond 4.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Ingress
« on: October 20, 2014, 07:36:38 pm »
My local faction Google Hangout just had an extended quotation of Monty Python in it.

My only regret is that I cannot level my own team's portals so hard that it actually makes their dicks smaller.

Or Kill Me / Re: 10-17-14
« on: October 19, 2014, 01:29:16 pm »
Thanks Net. I'm glad it's not the intolerable tosh I was figuring it to be.

Or Kill Me / Re: 10-17-14
« on: October 18, 2014, 03:46:08 pm »
Yeah, you've pretty much got it. I was in a bad head state yesterday and I had to put some shit down whether it made sense or not.

The Machine's been a topic around here for as long as I've been a member. Since reading that piece a few months ago, Meditations on Moloch, I've been unable to separate the idea of it from what Ginsburg named Moloch in Howl. Because of a recent visit to Lovecraft's grave and subsequent discussion stemming from it, I've been kicking around with the idea that the insignificant human experience isn't truly terrifying against fictional outer gods but is actually fucking terrifying against a very real, very present society that's become so huge we can only describe it in pieces and parts.

I don't entirely subscribe to the idea that any efforts we make to alter the course of the beast are in vain, but for a lot of people they are. And in that bad train of thought, the biggest difference being made is in birth and death with everything in between just a continuous on switch as a part of a bigger pattern.

I wonder if it would be more effective in a different format, but poetry confuses me so I just threw it down as it was.

Thanks for reading it.   :)

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: A new currency.
« on: October 18, 2014, 02:11:16 pm »
"I've been thinking about you."

"I know you have."

"A lot. All the time, actually."

"Well I'm waiting. What else can I do?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"So what happens now?"

"We pick up where we left off? A triumphant heist, a mentor gone mad, a convergence."

"If that's how you want to do it. What then? Hero gets the girl? Deus ex machina? All is right in the world?"

"That's not the kind of story this is."

"I know that."

"Right. Right of course you would. Listen, about all that time. Things happen, you know, life gets in the way, and when it gets harder and harder to keep going you wonder why you do it at all, if you're up to it. If you're good enough."


"I don't think I'm good enough."


"What is that? What's that 'mmhmm'?"

"I just wonder if maybe you think it's me that's not good enough."


"That's not a no."

"No. No, it isn't."

"No it isn't."

"I guess I have a lot to think about."

"Or maybe you don't."


"Maybe you're thinking about it too much. Maybe that's the problem."

"I gotta be me."

"I see."

"You see. Thanks for the insight."

"You got a lazy response for a lazy response. You 'gotta be you?' What kind of bullshit is that? You're going to leave me behind because of some perceived self inferiority? It's you, of course it's you, but you don't have to be that way. You're choosing to be and blaming it on your nature because it's easier than admitting the truth:  nothing is stopping you, you're just giving up."

"I got a lot to think about."

"That's exactly the problem!"

"Okay! Okay I get it. Enough, for now."

"I agree."

"I'll see you, then?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

Or Kill Me / 10-17-14
« on: October 18, 2014, 02:09:37 am »
So this is life chemically unaltered. Unnaturally unmedicated, coping clearly, unfiltered view of the god machine. Untouchable creation, pistons and blood and piss our legacy and ultimate victory over man's greatest enemy, our most feared predator. Gods of the god progenitors from some unknown accident we made this, with failsafes of arteries to be opened and necks to be strung from. Meat to be chewed and used, shattered bone lubricant it will grind you to bake its bread and millions more, never a blood clogged cog. So unpious that its makers are sustenance. No shared sacred space just seven billion on off switches, the only known global language fading in and out, commands. Fade out for possible errors, fade out for slivers of control, fade out for learning, fade out for exhausted options, fade out for a future to fade in and a future to fade out, fade out for all seventy nine point eight years and not but nearby ons and offs in all that time.

Or Kill Me / Re: Twas the night before Christmas.
« on: October 17, 2014, 03:12:25 pm »
Easy, bro.  We haven't even hit Halloween yet.

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious thread of forgotten posts,
While I nodded, nearly sleeping, suddenly there came a beeping,
As of some one gently creeping, beeping to grab attention most.
`'Tis some spag,' I muttered, `beeping to grab attention most -
Only a spag, trying to boast.'

Ah, distinctly I did glean, that it wasn't even Halloween,
As so succinctly told to me by one of my favorite host.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From the site surcease of sorrow - sorrow for my burnt toast -
For the forgotten and overcooked bread that became my toast -
Nameless for the rest of post.

And the silken sad uncertain clicking of each of my keys sticking
Thrilled me - filled me with the urge to bring a noob to roast;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some spag beeping to grab attention most -
Some late spag beeping to grab attention most; -
Only a spag, trying to boast,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' thought I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I will toast;
But the fact is I was sleeping, and so gently you came creeping,
And so faintly my computer beeping, beeping so I could see your post,
That I scarce was sure I heard it' - here I clicked upon the post; -
Connection lost, no route to host.

Wow.   :lulz:

I am impressed.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: So did you know
« on: October 16, 2014, 11:35:32 pm »
Does this explain why I can taste smells?

No, that's a stroke.

Welcome to PD!

I do have a rather suspicious notion that you are Loki, though.   :wink:


Discordian Recipes / Re: Hearty breakfast
« on: October 16, 2014, 03:37:00 pm »
I CAN'T be the only one who was turned on by that scene, right?

I think we've had this discussion before and uh, nope, you're in good company.

Ugh, Boston Govenor's race.  All the candidates suck.  Even the independents aren't nearly as whacked out as they should be.

Actually, I take that back.  One of the independents is being sued for crimes against humanity for inspiring Uganda's anti-gay laws.  And he co-authored a book in 1995 called “The Pink Swastika,” which says that, far from being victims of the Nazis and the Holocaust, gays were actually responsible for creating the Nazi party.

So, there's that.

Nothing good in Evan Fulchick, then? I did some cursory searching for the name and all I found was "yeah, this guy exists" news articles.

I do not see this going well for Bill at all.

Poor, poor Bill.   :evil:

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