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Hello everyone!!

At the behest of >>105 I've decided to make a unique thread for these posts to talk about a collection of tales centered around forbidden, lost, passed up, incestuous, violent, spiteful, unrequited, unrecognized, criminal or the otherwise tragically inclined love affairs which drive one of my favorite manga; Angel Sanctuary. So many ships passing in the night, bursting on each other, or falling away into oblivion without a word. A beautiful and serene world whose cold surfaces never lose their warm core of hope held in the hearts of its actors throughout their trials, doomed as each may be.

The series features twenty volumes, two official art books: bearing the titles Angels Gate and Lost Angel, as well as a 3 episode OVA. All of which, I believe, is worth a look. There are also some audio dramas which I haven't had the chance, or the skill, to take a listen to.

 For this initial post I'm just going to outline a few I'm hoping to get to, but I'll be sure to spoiler all of that so we don't ruin anybody's fun. Also here is my initial post >>104, which I probably ought to have spoilered* as well ^^;

The complicated and incestuous love of the inorganic angel Rosiel directed at his sister the Organic angel Axiel both of whom hold the highest [pun] rank possible as three winged

Lucifer and his romantic involvements with other angels, fallen or otherwise and a few with humans to boot. what a dog ;)

Kurai, the soon to be dragon master of the Evils clan who occuppy the uppermost level of hell, with her relative Arcane and a bit the protagonist Setsuna

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Thats the manga with the fashy angels that commit genocide on a lower class of red eyed angels they call rabbits because their sexual reproduction caused physical deformities in some of them right?
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The rule of heaven is unquestionably totalitarian. While that should not be too surprising for a kingdom, it is more than absolutely confirmed as soon as volume 3. act 3. Book of the Material World: Presumed Guilty whose spine pictures Arachne smoking, clad in leather & notably also the first spine w/o Setsuna, though he is in the original image >>>/gtfo/171. Where Zaphikel , Arcthrone of Heaven struck blind by visage of Adam Kadamon, and introduced in vol 2. Book of the Material World Act 2. Crying Game to splash hot tea on Setsuna to prevent his suicide from interfering with his enjoyment of a hot beverage, says in conversation with his surbordinate Raziel about the peace brought by the reign of Metatron & Sevothtarte "That is how things appear when oppressed by a reign based on fear. But once those frustrations of the oppressed build up it becomes like a bottle of shaken soda. it might explode at the slightest jolt. And furthermore, Raziel. Would you trust a leader who never shows his face?" Raziel happens to be the most involved with the rabbits of any angle we get to see. Befriending several in a mission he thought was to bring aid, but after dropping of the supplies, & the location was bombed, he learned it had been a ploy to find their location. 
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Art book's title is Angel's Cage. You might note it is Rosiel on the cover, crouched and at his youngest, who resides in the cage on its cover. The inorganic Angel with an unenviable fate. Born hideous and alone but made beautiful by God at the promise of Axiel to disown him. He is brought into her likeness, obsessed with beauty and bound to grow younger with time, his age representing the hold his increasing insanity has over him, his cruelty increasing as he slides towards the innocence of a child. Split from his twin he chases her affection which is promisedly denied on bond with God so Rosiel have shape to be without debilitating agony.

His relationship with Katan is supremely illustrative of this. Katan is originally one of the forms of spirit with the least presence, no name or form, whom Rosiel grants title and raises into being a higher ranking Angel. Sponsoring his schooling and coming to his aid when he is reprimanded for instances of mischief Rosiel establishes themselves as a caring and nurturing individual in Katan's youth. Enough so that Katan would defy all rules of heaven to see Rosiels resurrection as a display of their loyalty.

When Lucifer falls, taking several angels including those representative of the seven sins with him, and begins his ordained rebellion against heaven Alexiel escapes Eden where she had been imprisoned in isolation to come to his aid. A battle between Lucifer and Rosiel in his pursuit is inevitable, in an exchange a fatal wound received by Lucifer if filled with blood they spilled from Rosiel they receive the inorganic angel's aptitude for regeneration. Lucifer gives their body in exchange for a more stable form of the realms of hell and what remains becomes blood crystal stone that hosts the seven bladed sword reminiscent of Shichishitō a seven branched ritual sword that resembles korean tree motifs and is mentioned in the second oldest book of Japanese history where in the fifty second year of the tenth day of the ninth month it is presented to the Mythical Japanese Empress Jingu which Alexiel wields. Rosiel's mounting insanity and overwhelming desire for reunion with his sister lead to a genocidal campaign into uppermost region of hell populated by the Evils, the end result of which is battle between Alexial and Rosiel where Alexiel will to stoke him down with the seven blades wavers and she instead seals him inside the earth. winning the battle and losing the war she is captured by by god and imprisoned having her soul cast out be in incarnated in countless lives of suffering as punishment for her defiance of god. Smitten by Alexiel what remains of Lucifer possesses various individuals across time following Alexiel through her cursed lives in an effort to aid her. 

in the year 1999 Katan defies heaven by taking flight to earth to initiate a plan to revive his loved and lost mentor. For this purpose a drug derived from his inorganic flesh is distributed in conjunction with a CD-ROM game Angel Sanctuary. Through each of which Rosiel is able to gain influence of the ingestor's forms and minds in order to direct enough energy to break the seal that he might return to his place as height available authority in heaven. When at the forbidden cost of may human lives this is achieved Rosiel rewards Katan's irredeemable sin on his behalf by dosing him with the same drug which will eventually erode his self, sanity, and will; despite the already unquestionable display of loyalty. 

in the final volumes where the plane of Atziluth is entered. In the tower Etemenanki where is hosted the Akashic record, YHVH physical body recording all events and all knowledge in all realms, beside the tree of life whose roots lie in skull of the spit six winged Adam Kadamon from whose flesh all angels are sinfully crafted, Alexiel pierces Rosiel with her sword taking his life and freeing him from the encroaching insanity he had been cursed with when originally wrapped in grafts from her skin. 


When gifting Katan form Rosiel resembles an individual in their early thirties, but when revived they have a form of similar teen years to Setsuna Mudo and by their final battle in enkaimeki where their efforts to meet with Alexiel are near suicidal openly bombing the territories in which their loyal populations reside they have gained the stature of a pre-pubescent.   

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So... Uh... Do you guys watch anime?
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A little known fact about Kite is that in universe no one ever reloads their gun. It's just bang bang bang all the time forever. No breaks, no pauses, just gun fury.
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Recently I have been watching Space Dandy. While it isn’t exactly my kind of show, that certainly doesn’t make it bad. There are two episodes that stuck out beyond the others which I quite liked. The first is an episode on time loops. What I enjoyed particularly was that the characters, when stuck in them, had trouble recognizing it, and when it did become aware of it, it notedly only occurred by chance. The loop was of some number that had a particular relevance to me at the time of viewing it, and might still if I could remember what it was. The other is more vivid more vivid in memory and perhaps more relevant for that reason, though it has undoubtedly faded quite a bit as well

That episode has to do with an alien erasing their viewer’s memory upon sight. The crew is tasked with its capture and transport for a bounty, but there’s more to it than that. The alien, if I haven't confused the episodes, is a book. Not really an uncommon one either, given the concentration of them in the place of its origin. A planet sized library which is erased from your memory upon leaving thus the result at the end of the episode. Here they exist filling the heads of creatures with ideas, problems, which they use them to solve by producing further texts. Being static themselves without the interaction of a creatures mind, they are dependent for advancement. It reminds me vaguely of the way ideas as an object are presented in Terry Pratchet’s small gods. A strea
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Murder Princess, one of the mid thousands anime produced out of the anime studio formerly known as Bee Train found its way to my eyes though a cleverly placed plug in the back of a favorite Broccoli Books manga. Its formula could mostly be summed up as an edgy then, blood splatter, chest piercing, slice & dice seinen yuri. And so appears deceptively common  until it lays claim to a unique element in the way it deploys its rendition of the Freaky Friday gimmick as the princess falls off a cliff with a bounty hunter.

A little backstory for that is probably forthcoming. Princess Alita is next in line for the throne plus some complications. When a coup is initiated to overthrow her kingdom. With her father injured and dying she is sent through the never would have guessed it hidden passage in the throne room to make her escape. Following her egress through the forest surrounding the castle she runs headlong into bounty hunter Faris and they take the dive.

On the way down they are engulfed in light, marking an exchange of bodies. Thereby producing conditions in which the princess’s wish that her kingdom be saved can be fulfilled. With the given promise of Alita’s life “her everything” in exchange for saving the land from the coup, Faris (now possessing the princess), her skeletal and Frankenstein’s Monster-esque compatriots descend upon the capitol. The newly embodied Princess defeats the rebel’s dolls fueled by lost technology* ,Teoria, from when humanity had fused science and art, controlled spaces and time and throws the usurper from her throne. Their victory being followed by the unfortunate meeting with what in Alita’s absence has become of royal advisor Jodo’s granddaughter. She who had taken place as Alita’s imposter is now a corpse to be wailed over. & Altia (now Faris) assumes her identity, serving as the princess’s closest servant* for the rest of the OVA.

Of interest here, beyond the body switching gimmick, or more specifically, within it; is the nature of the obscured romance between Alita (Faris) and Mirano (Alita). Their relation, never stated or acted on explicitly, becomes more than evident throughout the run of the series. These circumstances, a literal exchange of selves, set the stage and tone for their relationship and in many ways the experience of love itself.

A frightful meeting leads through the height of a fall to the awakening of their new state. Faris first, distraught, is quickly recognised by her associates. Alita, not quite Mirano, remains unconscious when the forest monster who consumed her escort party arrives in pursuant on elimination of the tresspasses the remaining member. (Alita) newly embodied Faris engages it, and with a little coaxing is able to get the just-entering-consciousness inhabitant of her previous vessel to toss her her guardless Katana with which she swiftly slays it. An awakened into battle former princess describes the experience “its like I'm watching myself fighting inside a dream. At the time I thought …. I was fighting with such deep intense emotion.”

The subsequent events begin in the Cyndia Area 672, the 4th month of Jade.  A dating made relevant in establishing a setting of medieval fantasy aesthetic. One which is, perhaps, surprisingly adept at displaying this subject, love. Being enchanted by a peculiar untimeliness associated with the transitions of the period from which it draws, a period of a very particular loss, and so poised for its re-birth. The death of dominance by the irrational, artistic, aesthetic mode of cultural development, the death of the mythic sensibility and its subsequent subsumption by the technologic, the scientific. The moment when the theo is forever separated from the logical. & so it is that fantasy tales most often harken back to this last time when the attitudes being summoned forth were predominantly culturally believable. & it is for this reason that in his essay “the Sorcerer's Apprentice” Bataille laments the loss of this sense, ushering forth love as the only place it has been able to remain alive in current times. 

“The meaning of love is determined in legends that illustrate the destiny of lovers in everyone's mind.”⁰ 

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⁰ p.230 (Bataille 1985)
¹ p.125 (Firestone 2015)
² P.59-60 (Bataille 2012)
³ p.60 (Bataille 2012)
⁴ One of the best books on christian magic t. bataille
⁵ P.53 (Bataille 2012)
⁶ P.57 (Bataille 2012)
⁷ P.53 (Bataille 2012)
⁸ “We know little about witchcraft itself. What we know is mainly taken from the proceedings of the trials and it to be feared that the inquisitors used torture in order to get the victims to say what they wanted them to say, not what really happened. Nevertheless we know some precise facts concerning the repression of witchcraft, all of which were familiar to Michelet.” p.62 (Bataille 2012) eruding on this topic then comes with high benefit.
⁹ P58 (Bataille 2012)
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Card of the Tread [CTT]
Knight of Wands

Of the fire element. Knight of wands represents someone who is a true charmer. Charm is however a double blade, something which attracts in necessarily something which interests coincide with your own. Nobody is perfect and you should make sure to watch yourself around this one until you're sure their forces can benefit your home.
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"oh my gosh!" 

"well what the heck?" 

"how unexpected."

That's the kind of stuff you're gonna be spewing here pretty soon good buddy. Ch-ch-chAnges. tide comes out, tide goes in. things flow, cycles exist.  best not to get too attached. Them yinny yangs is commin & i hope you're feeling lucky punk. cuz shit is happenen and you don't get to not be a part of it.

dw tho it will bring you closer to life's porpoise
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Revelation & Insight

Even moonless nights have some light although cloud cover might make that hard to believe. Some might even say this light  is prettier. Hope exists even when ideals are lost and dreams are shattered. The strength to push on exists for those who care to find it.
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FIRE FIRE FIRE! on the brain in your mind more than likely. you've journeyed long and hard to reach this point! Celebrate with your new companions mental fatigue and multiplicative psychoses who have volunteered to keep you company. fret not, however, as you near the end of the experience loop to a less vulnerable state of mind. Don't forget to take tasks slow 'n' steady, and be careful not to bite off more than you can chew desu.
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Wealth, reward abundance
earthly harvest with more fruit than expected. Plenty enough to share, and its coming your way if its not your own.
Make use of the resources as you like, there's more than enough to go around.
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Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
~ Lao Tzu

As above so below I am told
the Earth holds many blessings
right now more than others 
patience and care rewarded

the advantages of prosperity are meant to be shared
consider yourself lucky to help while it lasts <3


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Having waited so long, I think it is apparent that Chrollo is absent today, so I’ll be running the thread instead. IIRC from last time, he concluded with his wish of towards the creation of a whole new way of being. And so on that note I have a few aspects of Snow Crash that I wanted to discuss. I can direct us back to them if I have to, but this story tree has enough branches that I think it might be best if I run through it once first as it is told before we start trying to pick it apart.

Obviously the most interesting aspect of this is the Asherah virus, but it is quite the oddity. This virus is spread via both biological and linguistic mediums. This makes it a little tricky to keep a handle on. Especially because it emerges in sumerian culture where a significant separation of religion, magic, medicine & aesthetics is impossible without falling victim to some serious distortions in perception*. P.211 So please try to keep in mind that the virus is our focus here as we go through it. I promise I am trying to both minimize time jumps and keep it as bare bones as possible. If im saying it, i think its important, okay?

First the sciencentric tone of the narrative is worth addressing. They acknowledge attempting to bring the more mystical elements down into a more scientific and “possible” way of being understood. Though Juanita calls the most attention to this with her defense of catholicism and the religious in general. Saying something akin to it having a reputation amongst the educated as being for the ignorant because what most experience in church is a surface level practice of pontification, rather than a discussion of the doctrine and beliefs.

And so the story begins…
 Hiro protagonist, the protagonist resides in a hyper capitalized world while being employed as a pizza delivery boy for the mafia. Not all that strange, as this narrative has entered into an almost maximus state of governmental atrophy. Inducing a situation where every franchise operation has to either hire out a private security force or maintain their own, as is the case for all the most powerful NGOs.  Hiro, who might describe himself as the kind of guy whose presence has the weight of a million bucks bagged in nickles is promptly liquidated from his position in the mafia's elite pizza delivery core after dumping his car in a pool cutting through a yard in an attempt to drop off the merchandise in 30 minutes or less. Forcing him back into the life of a freelance hacker, which as one of the main developers of the metaverse (which exists almost exclusively as a replacement for the previously flat internet), he is uniquely overqualified for. 
	It is in the metaverse that we encounter the first, or maybe the last, iteration of the Asherah virus. Here it manifests as a cyber drug that is only capable of frying a hacker’s brain, visually dosing them with symbolic representations of machine code resulting in their organics circuiting. This popper as VR info bomb, as well as its material equivalent, is distributed by the Reverend Wayne’s Pearly Gates Pentacostal Church franchise. Though the origins of the virus date about as far back as you can go. Emerging as a metavirus that either bubbles out of the sea of biological information in a complex system, or arrives from space via comet, raido wave etc. In any case, this metavirus is the stimulant to civilization by generating various behaviors to emerge and be carried out in repetition. These behaviors were coined by the sumerians as me, and are essentially a series of instructions for a human to carry out. Instructions are then distributed around whichever city by the local En, an individual who could be tenuously equated to a local priest King, from their location in the Ziggurat which lay at its center.   

Numerous records exist of scribes extolling the merits of their city over others, justifying it with regards to the superior qualities of their me. As such, the water deity Enki is recounted as the greatest En for his creation of the best me. Enki was the Summerian god of wisdom, perhaps better understood as the lord of how to do things, or one who can create solutions to impossible problems P.256. Described as an expert in incantations, ‘’word rich’’ and master of all the right commands. In many creation myths, to name something is to create it, to cut if or separate same root as science and scythe it  from the background and bring it into being. And so Enki was special because he could create new ‘’me’’.  Today, it's rare that names or speech would be seen as anything magical, but saying a name not only evokes it by callings its conception to mind, it decidedly creates that conception in a way that can be communicatively be referred to. Though they are gesturing at something a little more suggestive read commanding. Name shubs which seems to differ from me only in that they must be created and me can spawn randomly* are fictions which make themselves real, me, which the book compares to programs being enacted by the metaverse. The metaverse in this sense is an enormous name shub constantly realizing itself across the network. Following this, myths from Sumeria are of a different nature than those of the greeks or egyptians. They lack in large what we would consider a narrative structure, and are more similar to a list of instructions as events. This is perhaps less odd in light of the fact that the Sumerian word for mind happens to be the same as their word for ear. To hear something was to think it, and to be given instructions was to enact them. Mythologised instructions for baking bread, laying bricks, sowing and reaping fields. All of which in conglomeration is compared to an operating system for their society.

For these reasons Hiro pegs Enki as one of the first sentient Human being, able to issue commands to be followed. A fella with a real knack for coining a phrase. Having no one to interact with causes Enki immense loneliness which motivates him to create the “name shub of Enki”. A self fulfilling fiction which bricks anything trying to run on Sumerian. This forces everyone to think, adapt, and change. A blossoming of thousands of languages and the beginning of languages diverging over space and time.

Synonymous with the biblical babble, the confusion of tongues. It’s a misconception that god knocked down the tower. Rather he confused their speech so they could not continue its construction. another of the many myths of a fall from paradise of which there are many. This one as the Nameshub of Enki reads 
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The thing thats  jumping out at me immediately here is the discrepancy in how these orders come about and are overturned, or rather where one is worth up holding vs overturning. You failed to mention the code of hamarabi which is an attempt to a return to order that Enki helps his son Marduk develop to compensate for the lost me after he uses the name shub to eviscerate them. Theres also the second explanation, besides Enki’s loneliness, its mentioned that he uses the name shub to remove the bottle neck which is keeping people from advancing. The Asherah virus is identified with the creation of civilization as well as the state of sumerian stagnation which the name shub of enki frees everyone from. Interestingly, rather than stagnation, Asherah is blamed for the down fall of King Horsea, prompting the centralization and creation of a heavily controlled book based counter virus which resists the information decay of the previous oral tradition. Asherah is also found as an outbreak after Jesus death disrupts the order of the Pharisees and is put down with the establishment of order as the Catholic church.  Similarly Rife uses a variation of the virus, his attempt to overthrow 3 ring binder culture; identified as being ripe for this because of the similaritety it has with sumerian order i.e. a series of instruction
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I think you're absolutely right about that, but I also think there might be more to it than you're saying, or maybe than you can say. When Juanita gives Hiro the HyperCard to access the Babel (infocalypse) records and librarian to do his research she says " It's definitely related to religion," "But this is so complex, and your background in that area is so deficient, I don't know where to begin." "Ninety-nine percent of everything that goes on in most Christian churches has nothing to do with the actual religion. Intelligent people see this sooner or later, and they conclude that the entire onehanded percent is bullshit,...". Juanita is of course a Catholic and is investing her own time and energy into creating a new branch of the church for this reason. To me this all leads into one of the more interesting quandaries of that religion and it has to do with the meaning of language as it relates to the oneness and eternity of god. The debate over whether god is eternal or sempiternal. Whether this eternity is found inside or outside time. The essays *Temporal Eternity* by Stephen T. Davis and *The God Beyond Time* by Hugh J. McCann brought into conversation are useful in elucidating this distinction. Roughly speaking, in this cosmology the eternity of god is where truth and meaning must be sought, because they are outside the effects of time, change; and thus what makes the communicable possible. & because of
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That actually plays really well with how I think this works out. The slight of hand and rewriting where a scape goat is is placed in blame to justify the erection of of a new stabilizing force, an attempted eternity against change, difference, corruption, which inevitably breaks down. The utilization of Asherah then the criminalization and blame placed upon her function to justify the new ordering. This oneness of YHVH which seeks to submit everything to its power, to assimilate all to itself in the interest of security cyclically exposed again and again. Asherah lies dormant in the brainstem, but the the reiterative process of corruption facilitating difference is present in the Enki Myth where it is only after Enki's sickness, the corruption introduced by Asherah, that the cycle is broken and recreated in a different resonant flavour. We might ask what the value of truth is? Is number necessarily existent?
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I think Both of you have gotten a little too caught up in this number god buisiness. Not that I don't think i's fascinating, but it doesnt have much to do with the virus, culture, the production or self replication of it. Certainly doesnt seem like its scratching at a new way of being.
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it is split
original schism
other arises as the earth leaves the sky
space becomes through a medium of time
the world mountain
the ziggurat, open to the sikes
to they beyond
through wish disaster arrives
influencing as influential

one controls the the other
in chains
in bonds
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Ok so what the fuck is an I Ching?
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As traditionally told, the Yi Jing takes its development through a progression of three legendary sages. Fu Xi, King When, and Confucius. ...figures belonging to a liminal space between myth and history.⁰ Fu Xi is the first Emperor of China [2952-2838] whose existence is perhaps entirely fictional sometimes depicted with the image of a human head on the body of a serpent. Fyu Xi is credited with the creation of the eight trigrams and their original arrangement early heaven. Alternatively titled Bao Xi, taken to mean ...Hunter,tamer of animals, & cook.¹ Reminisced as ruler of the world, the first creator of culture; the trigrams appeared to him in his examination of the natural world, its patterns close and far, in an attempt to connect with the Dao and classify the “Myriad of beings”.

King When, who lived during the warring states period, is supposedly responsible for the development of those eight into the system of sixty four though some sources still credit this to Fu Xi during a meditation sustained the length of seven years; the focus of which was on the great “care & sorrow” of conditions at that time and how to re-align them under the divine Dao. In this dungeon, with this motivation, he became the pattern King. Pairing every hexagram, and amending them, and each line, with a text found in the Tuan Zhuan Which constitute the first two wings of the Yi Jing and established him as the book’s principle author. That When’s imprisonment came at the hands of the tyrant Di Xin who ..Tortured the beings.²  means it is not surprising that it is under his dynasty, the Zhang, that the Yi came into use. Ancestrally titled changes of the Zhou, bearing his name. A book whose use may have been many’s only recourse in this time of turmoil. Which saw feudal lords acting independently and warring with each other over local lands while the Emperor functioned only as a figure head. A time of great yi where out of a hundread soldiers who advanced, only one would return….³  The Huni nan Zi says…the tortoise had holes bored in its shell until it had no undershell left & the divining stalks were cast day after day’ 

After this upheaval and violence the use of the oracle began to be flavoured much more seriously with concerns of the ethical variety. This moral approach to encountering Yi is attributed to the Confucian school of thought. Tradition credits Confucius with all essential commentaries on the Yi likely falsely. That is aligning the first eight wings of the text and establishing all five classics as near religious doctrine. It is far less disputable that his influence deemphasised the orracular aspects of the text. Instead posing it as a model of the cosmos to be pondered and examined, the wisdom of the ancients. An attitude which would be fully adopted under the Han (206 BC - 220 AD). And while “this illustrious genealogy had considerable cultural and political relevance”⁵  unifying diverse people across the empire under confucius thought, being scarcely questioned for over two thousand years, the simple progression of lines to orracular hexagrams is unlikely. Rather than the progression outlined in I Ching: a new interpretation for modern times where hexagrams progress from a divinatory yes/no of the broken and unbroken yin and yang lines to a yes but/no but possibility with two lines, into the complexity of the trigrams; a more likely origin exists in an assemblage of practices drawn from beginnings in paleolithic pyromancy.

The oracular tradition then has a divergent origin from that which is traditionally proposed. And while even the philosophical tradition of Confucian thought maintains a view point different than the causal perspective of western thinking, and here it is described here by Josheph Needham

The key-word in Chinese thought is order and above all pattern (and, if I may whisper it for the first time organism). The symbolic correlations or correspondences all formed part of one Colossal pattern. Things behaved in particular ways not necessarily because of prior actions or impulsions of other things, but because their position in the ever -moving cyclical universe was such that they were endowed with intrinsic natures which made it inevitable for them…. They were thus parts in the existential dependence upon the whole world0organism. And they reacted upon one another not so much by mechanical impulsion or causation as by a kind of mysterious resonance.⁶ 

 Often coined correlative and brought to a cannon standardization under the Han in the meeting of white tiger hall (79 A.D.) it culled many of the aspects from which it had originated.

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Good taste is male tase for a reason , How many rock songs echo the attitude of Dion, they have been the control behind almost all of cultural creation. They set the standards of experience by which art is measured, Justified, and creations that fall outside of this experiential window have their designers “put down and misunderstood named by the (male) cultural establishment ‘lady artist’, i.e. trivial, inferior. And even when it must be (grudgingly) admitted she is ‘good’ it is fashionable… to insinuate that she is good bu irrelevant.”P.143 (Firestone 2003) spoilers mine and for this reason should be unsurprising “... that they are seldom as skilled as men at the game of culture”p.143 (Firestone 2003) because they have to compete as men in a male game where “...it is not just a question of being as competent, but of being authentic.”p.143 (Firestone 2003) and when the outright denial of their experience doesn't push them onto the psychologists couch to receive treatment that has “...proven worse than useless…”p.64 (Firestone 2003) for it is “... the operation of institutions only within the given value system, thus promoting acceptance of the status quo.”p.63 (Firestone 2003) is is not just men that are placed into a state of emotional repression then, women are barred from expressing any array that could be seen as negative, ruining their sweet character, from Reiks couch “I am afraid to show these emotions because if I did; it would be like opening a Pandora's box … I am afraid my aggression would destroy all.”p.61 (Firestone 2003) this has lead more than a few to simply try to adapt to into a persona of male psychology, subjecting themselves in a loveless detachment, to a drying up of the emotions, a shallowing sickness which couldn’t even approach liberation from the trade; all to avoid the perception that their side of things happens to be “... one long protestant complaint rather than a portrayal of a full and substantive existence…”p.143 (Firestone 2003). We inhabit an unfortunate case where culture is so saturated with bias that neither can give a comprehensive view of experience, though certainly the supply of one is lacking in quantity compared to the other, And so in Firestone’s opinion “It would take a denial of all cultural tradition for women to produce even a true ‘female’ art.”p.143 (Firestone 2003) an emergence which “... may signify the beginnings of a new consciousness,...”p.151 (Firestone 2003) for blossoms of the mind bear their fruits in reality, or what might be left of it.

What then is love? To Firestone it is the height of selfishness. A process by which “... the self attempts to enrich itself through the absorption of another being. Love is being psychically wide-open to another. It is a situation of total emotional vulnerability. Therefore it must be not only the incorporation of the other, but an exchange of selves. Anything short of a mutual exchange will hurt the other party.”p.115 (Firestone 2003)³  This exchange of selves is rarely what happens today. The successful process is blocked, “often resulting in … an emotional cynicism that makes it difficult if not impossible to ever love again.”p.115 (Firestone 2003) But the system which causes the blockage, a disparity of power dynamic most recently resultant from the Oedipus Complex, whose structures are proclaimed as healthy and re-enforced through the extrapolated authority of freudian psychoanalysis, needn't be the case. Where Firestone notes the roots of psychoanalysis and feminism being the same with the criteria for selection of one over the other being that “Fruedianism subsumed the place of feminism as the lesser of two’’ evilsp.56 (Firestone 2003)  Feminism riding on the difference that it “... does not accept the social context in which repression (and the resulting neurosis) must develop as immutable. If we dismantle the family, the subjection of “pleasure’ to ‘reality’, i.e. sexual repression, has lost its function; and is no longer necessary.”p.56 (Firestone 2003)

One of the weapons Shulie identifies as a means of re-enforcing male culture, here the idea of a woman to be agrandized rather than understood, is erotism. Choosing an example written by herbert Gold What’s Become of Your Creature, floundering in his attempt to “...describe the whole spectrum of male/female experience”p.145 (Firestone 2003) in that he can't even attempt to see beyond the “male” angle. The story follows the philandering protagonist, Frank, whose failing marriage, unsurprisingly, ... for he needs her anxiety as a steady reminder that he is still “free””p.122 (Firestone 2003) begins to improve as he enters an affair with a young pretty girl by the name of Lenka. It progresses through all the expected stages. Frank, a college professor, begins his relationship with a student, and when it is broken off she confronts his wife with a letter ruining his marriage. Unable to undergo the mental effort to understand her reasoning, he remains baffled as to the cause. Years later, with a new young foreigner on his arm, he encounters Lenka again. Drug addicted and prostituting herself to make ends meet, when she makes a pass at him he having called her on the phone to meet recently (which she declined), he is overcome by an aversion to her uncleanliness, her disease, and “Because he could not bear her sorrows,...”p.147 (Firestone 2003) flees into the street. His story’ closing; happily embracing a wife, newly with child, wondering what could have happened to Lenka.

Frank, and by extension Herbert, expose their emotional shallowness. Unable to understand Lenka’s motivations; her heartbreak, her motivations for seeing him in the first place, her abysmal disappointment that he would leave her for someone he was cheating on “You cared more about a cold bitch than you cared for me just because you had a child.”p.146 (Firestone 2003) Defanging her efforts by granting her “full points for cruelty and sweetness”, he is incapable of relating to her as a person with her own plans and goals. Finally he abandons her in disgust, finding her used by other men as a means to keep the lights on.

Another example of this ‘male angle’ stunting erotism, of which are the majority, is the character Catherine in Trufants film Jules and Jim where “She kills the man who dared escape her, along with herself” “such vamps and femmes fatales... [are] in reality nothing more than women who refuse to accept their powerlessness.” P.151 (Firestone 2003) And though the art is accurate the feminine mystique exhibited by Catherine goes purposefully unprobed by Trufant, the feminine perspective purposefully ignored as a means of achieving erotism. However, “Erotism is exciting. Noone wants to get rid of it. Life would be a drab and routine affair without at least that spark.”p.139 (Firestone 2003) It is then worth looking at an example where erotism id done right. “Only a few artists have overcome this division in their work… if not through physical expression, then in some other way the greatest artists became mentally androgynous.”p.148 (Firestone 2003) Of which The story of the Eye by Georges Bataille proves a “...most accomplished…” study. Rather than relinquishing the female protagonist's perspective as the means of cultivating a mystery to induce erotism, Bataille makes the narrator's investigation of her perspective the main aspect of erotism for the first half of the book. An intimate search for a meeting and a realization in communication. Almost immediately after their first meeting she becomes split between two characters, Simone and Marcelle.  Marcelle being the face she must present to the world to meet its standards, restrictions, and expectations in addition to the protective layer of the dance women must partake in. Simone, what lies underneath, the true meeting and communication with whom the narrator is after, and whom the split protagonist feels she must keep hidden. Three aspects are of exceptional import when entering the middle of tale; first is Marcelle’s retention in and escape from the mental hospital, next marcelle’s mention of marriage after escape, -just before her death- and third is Marcelle’s death occurring during the first copulation of Simone and the narrator. The notable line being “We were so calm, all three of us, and that was the most hopeless part of it.” This trifecta is the realization of the acquired commitment, dropping the act, relinquishing and the resultant lul in excitement when each party finally meets in the representative carnal act. But what distinguishes Bataille's story is the “X-ray vision… Increased sensitivity to the real, if hidden, values of the other…” the narrator displays in his pursuit of Simone, not Marcelle, who is only ever there under Simone’s insistence. For while Firestone criticizes “...’blindness or ‘idealization’...” she specifies “...if we could eliminate the political context of love between the sexes, would we not have  some degree of idealization remaining in the love process itself? I think so.”p.118 (Firestone 2003)  The spark that ignites the erotism in this story is the interest in meeting Simone, she who lies beyond the illusory Marcelle. Further, it should not be read that the political conditions are rendered moot in this story. Rather, following their meeting it is the narrator who becomes split, after a symbolic crossing of a river, between Sir Edmond, an economic provider who is emotionally distanced,  and himself prior. 

What Bataille displays is an attempt at an errotic and comprehensive picture of the split reality  “... art which is guilty of only reflecting the human price of a sex-divided really, great care would have to be taken that criticism be directed, not at the artists for their (accurate) portrayal of the imperfect reality, but at the grotesqueness of that reality itself as revealed by the art.”p.152 (Firestone 2003)

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The Handdara is a cult of ignorance, devotees of unknowing and practitioners of presence⁶. A religion without vows, creed, or priests; their belief in a god is equally as uncertain. An organization almost completely intangible if it were not for the Fastnesses, where practice the foretellers. Diviners whose calls once made there can be no doubt, certainty abounds, as solid as anything ever could be. A question asked and if possible⁷ an answer given in a way now unavoidable. Though this may ring akin to Taoism, when Genly asks if the business is “... on the plane of pure chance divination, along with yarrow stalks and flipped coins. No, Faxe says, not at all, chance was not involved. The whole process was in fact precisely the reverse of chance.” p.64 (Le Guin 2000)

Fortelling in process involves nine members of a circle. A weaver at the center who controls the power and the movement of the others. Five regular indwellers, adept practitioners of presence, one of whom must be in Kemmer alien heat whose tension and opposite sex expression is aroused by a pervert⁸. And two Zanies, time dividers, whose insanity is their skill⁹, enhancing and reflecting the tension. In the words of Faxe the weaver “The energy builds up and builds up, always sent back and back, redubling the impulse everytime, until it breaks through and the light is in me, around me, I am the light…”p.71 (Le Guin 2000) The Asker asks their question and pays the price they can afford. The pervert arouses the Kemmerer and the Zanies keep a rhythm. The weaver maintains a focus on themselves,maintains the connection sensing the pattern surfing control until the web collapses. As Genly observes “... Abrupt visions and sensations all sexually charged and grotesquely violent, a red black seething of erotic rage.” p.69 (Le Guin 2000) too intense for him to handle, a chaos of gaping pits with ragged lips, a time distortion that could do nothing less than drive him mad, one which he struggled to shut out but found be cowed and trapped in his own mind far worse than “... the connection, the communication that ran, wordless, inarticulate, through Faxe…” p.68 (Le Guin 2000) and “...the Weaver: a woman, a woman dressed in light. The light was silver, the silver was armour, an armoured woman with a sword. The light burned, sudden and intolerable, the light along her limbs, the fire, and she screamed aloud in terror and pain, ‘Yes, yes, yes!,” p.69(Le Guin 2000) reaching across time until the circle of the web collapses, the asker answered; and Genly could not evade the certainty that the answer was right¹⁰. Why then would a cult of unknowledge devote themselves to a practice that gives shapes of certainty?

“To exhibit the perfect uselessness of knowing the answer to the wrong question.” p.74 (Le Guin 2000)

“We mostly come to the fastnesses to learn what questions not to ask” p.74 (Le Guin 2000)

“Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action.” p.75 (Le Guin 2000)

“There’s really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer…. The only thing that makes life possible is, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.” p.75 (Le Guin 2000)

Chance divination finds information about a direction in time to make decisions on the non-immutable as we push into uncertainty.
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>>41ex:One way to approach the basic power of the universe is through magic. From this approach to the power of tao comes Popular Toaism, the Taoism of the masses. Popular toaism is not a pretty sight. We have already said enough about the original doctrine of the Tao to indicate that it was a concept to subtle to be grasped by the average mind or spirit. It was perhaps inevitable that when the concept was translated to make contact with the average villager and institutionalized around this translation it would be rendered in cruder and eventually perverted terms. To pass from the lofty heights of the Tao Te Ching to the priestcraft of Populat Taoism is like passing from a crystal mountain spring to thick, fetid waters of a stagnant canal. Mysticism become mystification and religion is perverted into necromancy and socery. There have been long epochs in Chin’a history where Taoism in its popular form could be characterized as little more than a funeral racket.p.200 (Smith 1958)

¹... never questioning why the male model wears a jock strap when the female model wouldn’t dream of appearing in as much as a G-string.p.142 (Firestone 2003)

²A presumption so strong the alien human male hybrid, Akin, from tri-sexed alien breeding novel Adulthood Rites is assumed a wanderer by nature before even having finished adolecence.

³ An offer of a case of the phenomena, though perhaps beyond exaggeration, and deserving of greater exploration, occurring with success in conditions harsher than need description. Hansel and Gretel, the twins from Black Lagoon, breathe each other in and out to the point they’ve lost their own permanent distinction. Each lives inside the other as much as fully as they live inside themselves, across each other at either time, fully exchanged and hosted. A greater trust would hardly be possible without the loss of individuation, that would be the integration of their alternating male/female personalities, their traumatically compartmentalized selves.
The exchange between puppeteer and Katsuragi is additionally worth contemplation.

⁴The clear exception to this case is existent in fujoshi. The Author of my lesbian experiences with loneliness Nagata Kabi, at one time (p.117 (Nagata 2017)) only allowed herself to indulge in pornography of the boy love yaoi-hole variety.

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Y'all ever let yourself get completely taken by a relatively unimportant side quest to the detriment of the main quest you've set your sights on?
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Vinnins vill-ins vilanus. I m sew cool b cause I am so Heinous. Icy you justifying your admiration on the edge. They cant be cool because you like what they do, they can only be neat cuz ppl dont like it too. A cloaked up ‘this is what i like to see’, well okay fren. Gotta- Be- Bad? SA2 dark boi slogan, I can respect that. Angels to some and demons to others? can’t we get beyond good an evil? 

A Character that doesnt revel in malevolence or emanate the infallible, one who knows who thye are and what theyre about. XIII Train Heartnet, Black Cat and deliverer of Bad Luck. A sweeper by trade neither neither bound by the law of order nor defining themselves wholly against it. Placed her not just because I dig him, but to highlight an echoic resonance with the type of manga in mention. A hero and a dark rival once united are driven by a relation of obsession & loss of someone dear. So many share this formula you might even call it stolen, but the contrasts which im sure you can find yourselves are excellent and held in a trifecta. Chronos, The Apostles of the Stars, and Trains group of sweepers variously at odds with either. Aring that extends beyond dark and light knives/vash in embrace of twilight. 

Orphaned and raised to be a member of the states elite assassin core, Chronos, Train is no stranger to murder. Hades, a revolver marked with his number for what he delivers. Inside he meets creed who holds train in the highest esteem and a maddening love. Cold hearted and paired with a stare that freezes blood in the veins, creed ses him as his own cruel entirety blossoming in an attraction no smaller than destiny. No one else has made him feel such a glorious vibration. Ruthless with skills beyond match, the values Creed admires, and the only connection which he will allow himself. 

Through a stroke of luck, however, train has a chance meeting with Saya, a sweeper who is able to open the heart which he was forced to close.  Compassionate and open in a strength of love she is more than capable with a gun herself. Swaying train to take the risk and abandon Chronos, Creed takes notice of the changes taking place in Train repulsed by the warmth this whore is growing inside him. Rather than attempt to understand the changes, and incapable of seeing himself there any longer, Creed slays her in an attempt to return Train to his ‘’true self’’, merely solidifying Trains committal to dissension. 

Having abandoned chronos and now a stray Train dawns a collar and begins his life as a sweeper on the path that Saya had opened his eyes to.

Creed in pursuit of Train, as the only person he sees as his equal falls away from Chronos and founds the Appostles of Stars. A group he heads ruthlessly resecting only those who show exceptional skills with their talents, and in kind using the power of Tao* to unlock members latent abilities. Devoted to making a new world based on the values of superiority Creed makes war on Chronos. 

Creed makes two more attempts to force Train to join him. The first, unconfident in his new way of life Train removes his collar and returns to his former attitudes intent on killing Creed as hes sees it as the only way to compete with his new abilities. Sacrificing his arm to see identify the location of his invisible blade Train is able to temporarily defeat him and escape with Sven and Eve and luckily able to have it sewn back on as well. 
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i love how this thread is about a side quest becoming a main quest  which is immediately derailed to becomes something far more interesting than if it hadn't been.
Jesus! What the fuck is wrong with black cat? that's the kind of bad time that made Griffith go eclipse.
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 I think that's why in the anime they changed what happened to him. Creed ends up recovering and joining forces with Train to fight the Cronos numbers. Which, I think, on some level makes more sense. If it wasn't for the attempt to create a group of superior people that would rule over everyone else, Creed's opposition to Cronos' stagnant control would be commendable. but as it stands, in the manga, he ends up having to be just "like everybody else". So, I think we wan assume that the shock must eventually wear off, even if he has trouble with it at the beginning. I'm not sure its quite as bad as you're indicating. Echidna is certainly still there for him at the very least. its also clear that Train feels the numbers shouldn't be in control and that his interest lies in disruption, not maintaining some new superior ordering. That's present in his character and his insistence in being privately contracted for jobs he's okay with, the whole idea of sweepers. besides, that's hardly the most change in the anime, which is much more quirky and changes up the majority of how everyone meets. Sven for example is hardly a serious character at all in the anime, where as in the manga, he's easily the most serious except when train is returning to his previous habits to stop Creed.
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Taoists and pretty males are so often made out to be the worst of the worst in anime. Off the top of my head I can think of Jun from Shaman king renanimating that movie star kung fu fighter to attack Yoh, and the Taoist's make up a massive faction in Outlaw Star. I know Taoism has some origin to Zen, so maybe theres some motive to demonize it for that reason? In Blakc Cat at the very least they're the victims of a war with the Cronos Numbers that ended twenty-five years prior to that plot line. There's the motivation then for Shiki to empower Creed and the Apostles of the Stars with Tao to face them. Fire, seals, explosions, chi manifested insects etc.

The motivations for villainizing feminine males is a lot more cut and dry for me though. I often think of anime as a medium where gender has been played with a bit more freely, and there's certainly an increasing amount where this is the case, but more often than not if their femininity doesnt classify them as outright evil its often seen as a joke. Honjo Kamatari, a scythe wielder from Roni Kenshin, is a perfect example. Evil and noted to be more beautiful than several cis women in the series, the attention they get shifts quickly to a gag of disturbance and disgust when those who expressed an interest in her discover she's male.
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Born to a blind paralytic father whose way of staring into space as he pissed openly in front of the family gave him a fascination with both urine and eyes, and whom he claims he loved as a freudian should love his mother; Bataille was an individual who believed passions should rule one's life and ones reason. Writing was never easy for him. He hardly produced anything before he was 29 and even then it was only after his psychoanalytic treatment, which he himself credited for his ability to write. Initially studying to become a catholic priest he eventually transitioned to a series of steady* jobs as a librarian. He expounded on a theory of general economy based on excess, and fostered obsession with death and the erotic. Spending much of his career associating with individuals in the surrealist movement nearly a decade younger than himself. He was the editor and organizer of several journals, one of which, Contrite-Attaque, was meant to mend and ally across differences of groups and individuals he sought out for their disagreements with himself to little success.

Birthed from the failure of the Contre- Attaque journal to form a conjunction between leftist groups, Acephale was founded in 1935. A Nietzschean and Orphic secret society, It turned its back on direct action and adopted a radical initiatory structure, dedicating itself to thorough study of all cosmologies of the past and the subversion of every established order from within. There was an emphasis on Dinosianism 
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What is love?
baby please hurt me

Art, like love, is an eruption. An impassioned explosion of an agonizing inner force ejected outwards in a desperate bid to make itself sensible. A violent incarnation which when effective, cannot fail to impress itself upon those who encounter it and leave them changed. When it bursts forth, or is perceived, it either lays waste to everything in its path or churns it to its own use. The Story of the Eye is a ferocious piece of art, a true tale of love. One which captures contradictory condition we find ourselves in when subjected to it, perhaps better stated as infected by it, but also the trajectory of relationships, and their place in the world in general. In Bataille's own words "...Surrealism... within my books... Coming from a position of transcendent objects that confer an empty superiority on themselves in order to destroy..." From the beginning it has been know that creation begets destruction, and so death and sex are connected at the invisible ends. One of the few pairs that are inseparable, a 3ing of the 2 as a 1. 

Communication appears as an impossibility as it must cross the infinite void which separates individuals. We should not shy away from the fact that death, loss, is the only way of making this connection. Bataille writes extensively about the nature of human sacrifice. In cultures where human sacrifice was practiced it was utilized as a way into mystical experience, and arrival a continuity with other beings. As they observed the torture and death of the victims they recognized themselves in them and were reminded of their shared fate. Entrance into the void at the end of life. Thus death exists as a way of forming continuity between individuals and communication rides on the back on violation. Violence as the positive empty form of loss capable of being carried across the void. Death brings us into continuity,  and violence brings us toward death. Violence forces a death of the self, a change in what I was and the birth of something new. Wanting to be communicated with is a desire for violence and violation. Violence is key that brings us toward death which is why its depictions are linked with sexual arousal. Eroticism, unlike animalistic sexuality, is a fascination, an obsession. Mysticism and eroticism both seek after continuity. Violence in sex, Art, and communication pierce the barriers of self providing a rupture and allowing a connection, continuity. A fusion which is the death of the two previous organisms. Mutual violation is essential to communication and eroticism. Annihilation of what was there for the creation of a new set of beings. What remains of interest then is the application of these aspects in the story as well as ideals, obsession, and fascinations as they apply to the erotic. 

Bataille counted the Sun among one of his many obsessions. A glorious point in the sky so brilliantly incandescent that the price of gazing upon it is a temporary blindness that can be upgraded to a permanent affliction depending on the length of ones indulgence Galileo. In his essay The Rotten Sun Bataille discovers in the Sun a set of symbolic of ideals for what he calls "the most abstract object as it cannot even be looked upon". He represents it's duel aspect in the legend of Icarus with two suns. The first yellow beautiful which warms and invigorates Icarus prompting him to elevations, and the second rotten ugly sun which melts his wings and ignites his flesh transforming him into a screaming clump of carbon falling from the heavens. Desire and risk are present in all ideals. The desire to peruse them which births all action, and the risk that such pursuit will destroy us. At some point Bataille's obsession drove him to prophesize that the pineal gland was on an evolutionary journey to become a solar eye which would emerge from top of the head and be able to look at the sun. An eye that could remain fixated upon his perceived ultimate ideal without losing its vision. A romantic fantasy if I've ever heard one. Though for Bataille the sun is more than just the ultimate abstraction with which to represent our interaction with ideals; it is also blistering point of intense energy expulsion at the immediate center of our solar system from which light arrives allowing us to see. In fact Bataille uses the sun as the core of his theory of general economy. The Sun expels its excess energy which fuels all action on earth, plants weather, everything. All of which individually and similarly acquires an excess that it expends when it no longer has room for growth. Fruit on plants, fight and play in animals, thunder, lightning, and rain from the clouds. Everything for him is oriented around systems acquiring for a non utilitarian expenditure: waste of resources on non production as strength, as sovereignty, as life. That is acquiring only with the potential and intention to risk and increase the ability lose. A tradition best exemplified in the Northwest Native American Tribes tradition of potlatch where wealth and gifts were lavished upon rivals as a sacrifice to dishonor their status and place them in a state of debt they could not repay. 

The themes of death, of these two suns, waste, excess and expenditure factor heavily in our love story.

One of the least forgettable aspects of the novella is the cornucopia of eggs and piss nestled within its pages. The non consumption of the eggs is pegged easily enough as being waste; symbolizing Simone's unutilized fertility (even without its pairing it immediately with piss literal waste). Through the fascinated, and perversely obsessed eyes of the narrator, arrives the message to the minds eye of the reader. Through visualization we are able to scrape pleasure from the surface of these descriptions of obscenities. The excess here being pulled from the waste through the eyes which derive something from it, an element beyond its practical function. An excess acquired from even something that is functionless. The sexual excess of the egg as abstract ideal, occulted goal of animalistic sexual activity, is distributed across the system; from the egg to the piss, just as the sun distributes energy across the solar system.

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Something you skipped out on here is the whole character of Sir Edmond, whom I think is worth a mention. He is is introduced in the chapter after Marcelles death as the necessary price they have to pay to utility and work to continue their lives together after marriage. They make a journey to find him across a body of water in a boat and then burn it upon departure, evoking the idea that there is no going back to how things were between them. Simone then leaves to seek sir Edmond in the city returning at nightfall with him, numerous luxury goods and transportation. Edmond is English, and thus from the birthplace of modern capitalism, and the origin of the change away from feudal society. This is a significant transition for Bataille who connects the change with the protestant reformation, handing the role of economic shift more to the Calvinists than to the Lutherans (though they do play a role). The important aspects of the change can be seen to consist of both a reorganization of production which spawned an alteration in the primary value of money itself. In the feudal system loans that were given did not generally have interest levied upon them, as usury was forbidden. Unnaturally compelled  production tithe and taxes was done as a way to maintain the priest class and the military. Both of which were done for the satisfaction of god. In a society like this God controls time, so interest accruement over time was forbidden because cost was recogn
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From the edges of observable time all occultism & statecraft have made one of their gravest concerns that of developing the ability to detect the directional form of the present so as to apprehend the future. In a certain sense this also serves as the basis for intelligence & consciousness itself. And nowhere is this more easily observable than in the flows of the abstracted financial market place.

We would NEVER claim that this place can serve to provide financial advice, but with luck it may help us all develop an ability to create our own.
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What banishings do you do to make sure you don't have external influences affecting you when you attempt to divine? i used to not really think much about it and I would just shuffle a bunch and let my tarot cards talk to me (basically shuffle until they said it was enough), but my reads got pretty unreliable once I moved. It got hard to 'hear' my cards and I started 'hearing' a lot of other things so I've been taking a break.

I also figured that even if there were 'external influences', then those things would probably affect me outside of the read so 'external influences' makes up part of the situation I was doing a read on in the first place. But I usually didn't do readings that had an 'external influences' card.
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Banishings generally aren't my style. I've always tried to cultivate space that selects for what I want. Influences that return are of the quality I desire, if for no other reason than that I can depend on them being there for me in the future. I don't know how you could do divination without aligning yourself with a flux of influences in the first place, so I don't understand what your concern is. Everything affects everything else through cascading events anyway, so why would slicing off a portion give you a better feel? If I was interested in a precise science of knowledge I wouldn't be divining with cards. Best to order influences through an intensive series, but I prefer to just have the order they present when I'm asking. I'm not sure what purpose an external influence card would serve. I always incorporate the card at the bottom of my deck in my own spreads and other wise as either a bit of extra information I might want to know, or a clarification about some aspect of the reading. At the end of the day you have to trust in chance, and if you don't, what is it you think you're tapping into?
I would consider a much greater concern to be exhausting the favour of what it is I've selected for by asking the same things over and over, or asking too often in general. When your answers seem wrong you might have tired out the forces. it might just be time to take break like you're doing.

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I know there are a lot of practitioners of divination who choose to commune with specific sets of entities if not a particular one to do their divining. Some people go to great lengths in preparation of their materials for the specific reason thet they want to select fo those things specifically and keep out influences that might not share their interest. What exactly is chance to you and why would it be something reliable to tap into?
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It is the happening element that connects everything. The crease along which reality is folded
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The predominant scientism saturated western sensibility discounts, even demonizes, weighting the meaning of synchronicity. Directly observable cause & effect are privileged as the only means to make relations between events acceptably accessible. The Yi Jing, however, is meant to map connections of a different kind. Often translated as *The Book of Changes*, "Changes" inadequately represents the unpredictability of the events it seeks to relate. Yi arrives when we have lost our bearings, what once was a useful method of orienting ourselves no longer applies. The sensibility that penned this book, this oracle, gleans meaning off random events, items of pure chance; a qualitative notion of time which allows all events occurring in unison to be embedded with information that spans its entirety. Understanding of the pattern can be pulled from any detail of the moment

"The way in which the ocular use of the Yi Jing relates to the configuration of events at any given moment is therefor more akin to the perception of a work of art than to the rational analysis of cause and effect."

In his forward to the translation of the Yi Jing by his friend Richard Wilhelm Jung* Describes the "Chinese mind" as being "exclusively preoccupied with the chance aspects of events", a rich tapestry of meaning interconnected as an organic whole, and in their interest in these subtler more complex less 
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The human influence is the real issue. Certainly you can understand not wanting it to fiddle with your scry, just as you could appreciate them only visibly meddling with things in person. There's whole swarms of them that would love to do invisibly, shamefully not all of them place their hands meaning well, and this I think, completely alters how you have to deal with things. I took would like to be able to just trust that what wants to be around wants what's best for us, but sometimes you have to get things out of your space and off your back.

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is anyone else here gay
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poastin p hard today huh?
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That's supposed to say toady
Damn you atuto correct ruining my stilistick prememenitions
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Everyone is a gay bisexual transexual
Every transexual is pansexual transexual gay
Each gay is trans-sexed bipedal hermaphrodeficient unless they won a genetic lottery of which there are many, but this one is androgyne in polaric flexibility
Infact I'm trisexed in a gay sexed affliction that's the opposite of a cis het addiction though I'm certainly strung out in other ways
But to answer your question with my line break progression; yes. In fact. I'm gay
Your gay, she's gay, he's gay, xi's gay, were all gay and we'd stay that way if we weren't psychically beaten by a society that's caustically eatin our souls every day
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Not nearly gay enough by my measure
theres still all these strait people hanging around to give me grief outside my house

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I hope everyone has a good day
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Thank you ^^
signs are pointing to it going pretty excellently
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>>46 (OP) 
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>>46 (OP) 
for real though
so many girls out here looking 2 have a have a bad time for no discernable reason
what can be done but to try & meet them where they are
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why is it so hard to feel better
why is it so hard to move on from things that are bad and not interested in getting better?

I made tacos tonight and that was nice, or will be

sirloin strips, lime cilantro rice, caramelized onion and some romaine in a flour tortilla with habanero salsa.

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Amphetamines make crazy and not care, and yet thoroughly invested in everything that's happening. Overly invested. Its always time to get shit done, amped and dancing, jamming things together, seeing what fits, but always so mean. Just a hair from anger. Everything is sharp. Razors rest on every surface including my own. Floating inside, outside, and on the surface; stimuli filters through them, spurs to make me go on. They make hate who I am and what I do, or rather what I've done. Intense violent force flows through, pulped liquid gush from which I can't help but collapse upon reflection. Angry and disinterested in anything that interrupts the blades I have become. At high speeds a slight drift toward death without caution. A bloody line scrawled and jittering askew of a goal. Barely eat for days. Barely sleep for weeks. Needing a kill and can barely stay on my feet. A few years of this in cocktail and we ran to a hole of isolation and numbness which we've maybe just now started escaping from.

Opiates are great. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. More than content to lay about. Nothing hurts and barely breathing, couldn't care if the whole world were seething. Weeks go by and I don't miss them. Never even heard of time. And then I'm awake again. Maybe better with a mix? you'll feel the blades a little less.

Tried DXM, but that one couldn't catch me. A cat on my chest for a minute was there for some hours. Everything I did I did again while doing something else. Everyt
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Everything that comes across my screens is related to me, relayed for me. That might not sound that different than how its supposed to be, but for me its talking to me. The things that happen they're posted for me even when they're for someone else. Not everything, not all the time, not even necessarily frequently; but when it does happen it happens intensely, unrelentingly. I feel so sick. I know I'm sick. these things cant be true there aren't many people communicating with me to push me toward something, much less some large entity orchestrating  the feeds to give me this realization. orchestrating events in my life to do it. I'm not really important enough for that, I'm not special. I want to be and so I feel paranoia about all of this because I want to be important, I want to be something that matters, I want to have something destined about me. even if its just something horrible to come after me that no one else does. it would be so exciting. and it is. so exciting I that when it happens I want anything else, i no longer want to have been chosen. I want to hide and never come out. I want to run away and escape from it. I no longer have any where to go though. I can't convince myself its not real. Its been like this for years and its constantly getting worse. At first it was just relentless deja vu that seemed innocuous, but when that went away I was left with visions of my demise. endless and varied iterations of it, they never came to pass and so I kept quiet about it
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Going to keep this thread as somethign of a meditation journal for myself. generally I sit for around 45 minutes to an hour every morning right after I wake up. I am working my way up to an hour or more every day.

Since I've started meditating more seriously life has taken on a kind of claustrophobic feeling. I don't seem to actually exist, but I feel very strongly that I do -- sometimes I have little glimpses when I am sitting that the thoughts I involve myself with are actually just the way there can be any kind of feeling of "self". . . I get scared of being bored because I am scared of the sad feeling of there "not being anything". But when I actually allow myself to be bored I'm not sad at all. I feel things open up. But I am very scared to let things open up even though I have experienced that opening. Why is that? Why do I feel so compelled to fill up space with music and youtube videos about speedrunning history? So the daily activities I involve my-'self' in seem pointless, like I know they are pointless, I can see that they are pointless, there is no escape from this 'pointlessness', but when I actually acknowledge that and allow that, the feeling of "pointlessness" evaporates and there's just lots of space. But I'm always so afraid to make that leap. . .

So I suppose, if that's too long and you'd rather not read -- I am afraid of space - I know there can be space - I am afraid of allowing myself to have that space - I do all manner of things to fill that spac
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When I manage to act, I could also benefit from less impulsivity. I'll try to be a bit more regular with my practice
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well I tend to sit every morning for 30 minutes to an hour every day at 2:00 PM UTC so if you sit then know that we're sitting together ^_^

Counting meditation is going well (i.e. it's developing) and I'm able to make it to 2-3 usually before I make thoughts for myself. In some ways it's really relieving to have such a mechanical practice after a long time of sitting and not being sure if I was 'doing it right' and having no teacher/no way to really know check in.
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so i noticed over the past few weeks how tense I get during meditation trying to keep myself focused on counting&breathing to the exclusion of any thoughts and I think given how relentlessly I seem to have thoughts this is the wrong approach.
now when I notice tensions i'll just notice them and let them soften w/o focusing on them. kind of like finding the bodily awareness i have when i'm falling asleep, only sitting up and with more alertness. so i have this feelign of constantly (slowly, inevitably) opening, letting go, unfolding.
I seem to have fewer thoughts and when they occur into my awareness i find it's easier to like. more palpably "let go" of them.
I wonder if that's a better approach?
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Things blew up last month so I didn't keep this journal the way I meant to but I've still practiced every day.

Most of the time during meditation I still find myself counting 1, then immediately going back to 1 as I'll notice I'm having thoughts (i.e. attaching to reference points) again. This really discouraged me but I'm told it's very common, and the point of this part of the practice is to become familiar with one's awareness. So, finding my awareness in thoughts, letting go of thoughts and then finding the presence of my awareness in counting for as long as there happen to be no thoughts IS the practice. I also try and extend the practice of stopping, letting go, letting there be space into the rest of my life, but it's hard to explain in words what that experience is like and I don't want to confuse myself by trying.
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hello there spirit OTT
I have recently been able to commit to a meditation of some piecemeal variety of assembled remnants after gouging out some commitment and jotting it down. 
I've tried doing Zen meditations before, but my commitment to them only ever lasted so long. i definitely saw the benefit of that kind though would certainly like to get back to it. Zen meditation makes sense to me, expanding awareness to as many things as possible, never thinking that you know it all, approaching everything like you're a beginner in order to tap a flow you can ride anywhere. 
I see you mentioning something about avoiding reference points, but how could you navigate anywhere without those? How would you even know where you are or do anything, even remember that you're not supposed to have them?

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To the one who left me, ignored me, and threw me away
To the one who broke their promise with me
Who have hurt me and played with my heart
May you never know peace
May you never know rest
May lemurs distrust you
May fairies torment you
May vampires stalk you
May you never be safe
And be stripped of all power
May you be drowned in anguish
As you have drowned me in anguish
May you suffer in helplessness
As you have made me suffer in helplessness
May you be cursed forever.
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>>124 (OP) 
you want me to relinquish power?
Here it is
Go ahead and take it
Throw out curses if that makes you feel better
send all your legions
they will never break me
I acquired power for the promise
I aim to keep it even if its stripped from me
I never claimed to be a hero
no fear to return to zero
Never played with hearts nor throw them away
not my fault if you chose not to wait me
 I will make it true
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Holy shit shut the fuck up. This is not what I made you four. You were supposed write shit and study. I go to sleep for a minute and wake up to this fucking shit storm. Hopeless romantic water monkey sex death idiot. When has this ever worked out for you? Why couldn't you stay on task? Why are you like this? 

I remember in the beginning she told that things would go better if I don't idealize people on the internet. 
Seemed honest. 
I liked that.
Didn't listen?
 I remember she said people that don't invest in their future self go broke, many such cases. 
That hurt and made me want to be better. 
I loved it. 
Didn't listen.
She barked like dog when I was expected to cat. Showed me shadow shoes and said do you want to be normal or be happy?
 I knew what team I wanted play for.
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>>124 (OP) 
Things are as right as rain could ever make them,
sex death romance has gotten me basically anywhere i have ever gone and its only started to to south when i stopped anounching that
promises are kept as far as i can see
& you can always come back here if you want to tak to me

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Blood child true to its name is 30 pages decorated with the details of a species whose development depends on consuming the flesh of their carrier. An inner species romance of oviposition. Octavia Butler wanted to write a pregnant man story in which “a man became pregnant as an act of love” and thereby managed to write their conventional conception out of existence without managing to liberate anyone. Whether she intends the story to be interpreted as slavery or not, the tale was spun to display an inequality. Here males fill both a dominant and submissive role. Dominant with their wives and submissive with the centipede-like* aliens who utilize their flesh as incubators for the flesh eating maggots they develop from. After an incubation period the flesh eating worms are removed through a gash which facilitates fishing them out of the hosts circulatory system, where they are promptly placed in a fresh cadaver to consume¹. Each birth a cesarean with the promise of torment and death in either a late term or if one of the grubs is missed. Our hero, Gan, is hesitant at first, but with a bit of coaxing and with the threat of being left for his sister whom it’s known would allow it (she has been expecting to carry life within her since the beginning after all) eventually relents, agreeing to let the squirmers take up residence inside him. Excitedly stripping down and opening his blood vessels to the cold ovipositor of his creepy crawly lover’s many nodu
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Duryea-Gode Disease is a genetic disorder characterized by the carrier having uncontrollable impulses toward literally tearing themselves apart in ghastly spectacles of self mutilation; which on rare occasions can even lead to the dismemberment of others. One such case is Lynn’s, the diver of the narrative, father. A man who skinned her mother alive? before digging through his rib cage in a feverish attempt to pry out his own heart.  Viewed as ticking time bombs the ostracization of the carriers is rampant. The main treatment for prevention being a specially formed diet, casually referred to as dog biscuits, which makes the afflicted easy enough to spot that keeping their status under wraps is all but impossible.

Several ‘’treatment’’ facilities exist for the housing of patients with DGD once they begin to drift, or their urges become apparently untethered. Something which normally means a box with a luxurious name placed away from society, lined with padded walls utilizing restraints as mandatory attire to keep patients from disgorging themselves. Lynn has swung her way into medical school on a scholarship from such an institution, though the reputation DGD’s have for being particularly productive and creative didn't hurt her any. A reputation not unrecognizably applied to the non neurotypicals in our own realm. Possessing traits deemed personally destructive and therefore pushed towards the margins, but often have populations lauded as being 
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¹ (Bataille 1985) 68 Black foot indians have a tradition of removing fingers to offer to the morning star
²  Ibid 67
³( Butler 2012) 63
⁴ (Bataille 1985) a quote from hubert and mauss’s [sacrifice: its nature and function p.101]
⁵ Whom he claimed influenced his behavior
⁶ (Bataille 1985) 61-2
⁷ (Bataille 1985) 62-2,71
⁸ (Butler 2012; Bataille 1985)
⁹ (Deleuze 2006) 84 “willing=creating”, 111 “...active forces produce a burst of creativity”, 169 “becoming-active only exists through the will to nothingness” 174-5
¹⁰ (Butler 2012) 61 “Most DGDs have the sense to marry each other and produce any children. I hope you two aren't planning on having any-...” - Beatrice
¹¹  A case exists of woman locked in an institution who was commanded by a man of fire to tear off her ears, failing to do so ||for a lack of a sharp instrument||, she compromised by plucking her eyes from her skull. (Bataille 1985) 66-67

Bataille, Georges. 1985. Visions of Excess: Selected Writings, 1927-1939. U of Minnesota Press.
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The goal has always been hells.
I never believed in heaven.

Octavia butlers last essay in Blood Child, The Book of Martha is about her utopia. Martha speaks to God, is invited into their realm God to name one change she would like to see, one change that will benefit humanity. The utopia she drafts is vivid dreams,  every night, inescapable, more vivid and satisfying than reality could ever be, so people can experience their fantasies to the point that Some will give up on their lives and decide to die because nothing they do matters as much as their dreams. Some will enjoy it and try to go on with their familiar lives, but even they will find the dreams interfere with their relations to other people. & she lands here because she doesn't believe in heaven either. It makes me want to wretch. I am so sick of these dreaming drugs she has no idea what she is asking for. Her utopia exists this way because her Martha was too tepid to commit to a larger change than more vivid fantasy. No wishing people weren't enslaved to eating, to tilling the soil. No wish they did not tire. No wish for ways they could understand each other better despite a discussion of the Tower of Babel. No wish for them to tolerate pain better, to let is pass over, to be harnessed more effectively, to have it read as something else. No. No wish for advancement or adaptation of any kind. Instead she 
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advertise your alt-chan here if you'd like to advertise

if you link a chan w/ cp then kys otherwise no rules

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Haiii >~< why haven't you taken the 2dpill?
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Tell me your secrets!
Whisper everything you would never tell anyone into my ear. I need to know them. I am so hungry. Feed me all the thoughts that your loved ones would abandon for holding. Fill this thread with what's eating you. I am begging. I am PLEADING. Let it out. Put them down. I want to see inside you. I want to taste what you are hiding. I need the pieces of you that keep you crying. The scraps that all the armour surrounds. The pustulent wounds from which your infected being layers the peeling scabs of ego. Give this necrotic bee the vile nectar held within the flowering gash that is your soul. Let us pollinate together. Drop your words inside my hole.
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imagine only realizing just now that the post you reply to changes how things turn out? You weren't actually asking to leave but at least you got your answer.
acting on instinct is potent, but you dont know what results youre going to be getting. the first time was a mess, the second time a disaster, im glad you didnt fire anything this third time.
this post is filed right, but the attachment was foolish. 
it was nice of them to repair your car. If youre out now that will suck, but its not like you can pass the buck. You said how you felt and thats real. that at least you cant regret.
Just wanted to walk away for a bit, but i guess thats a no do can do now.
make some effort to grow for me please? now that you've been granted the ability to lose.
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will this really be the one that defines the flavour of the era?
Any form of communal existence arises from the individual, just as any species is derived from the examination of however many individuals. Bundles of significantly insignificant  points infinitely divided, & yet producing a mesh of mutual definition, each what it is because of its relation to so many others, across which flows a resonant sea evoking anything which would be greater. isolated, and yet communicating in forms that can never become static. all connected & still remain alone outside of the creative nothingness which draws them together, with the threatening promise of the primal annihilation which always births something new.
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You've done very very well I'd say. I've seen you get better, I think you'll pull through. Hell, pull it off even

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whats the deal with vampires
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>>11 (OP) 
Something great and new.
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To those dropping spam.
Nobody is forcing you to play. You don't owe us anything. If you want to stick around great. I'm glad you like us. We're glad to have you. idk why else you would come here. It takes time to prepare a proper circus, and all we have wanted for a while is the space and time to make things we are proud of. Here's your sign of life if that's what you were after. We won't be afraid to post, you don't own us, we aren't cancer, we are hardly even edgy. You want us to work hard let us do it. IDK why you're all always in such a hurry. Does my blood really taste that good?
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9 times out of 10 something is better than nothing. 
Practice > perfection
Clear the chambers continue circle back 
Spiral of improvement
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The psychic kind probably? Idk anon, I would like to invigorate people rather than drain them. 
When I made that post I really thought I must be a vampire and that's why I had so much trouble getting along with the group of internet ppl I was hanging around. I definitely went through a period of the world was amazing and I was somehow exceptionally terrible or disfuntional, sometimes I'm still there but less than I used to be. Now I feel I'm being artificially* persuaded to think the world must be terrible even if I don't think I'm that good. Honestly wonder if what I have would qualify with what I've seen recently.

Sorry I didn't reply earlier, I was unsure exactly how best to just didn't. Your reply detailed and complete, I didn't have much to ask or add. I especially found it hard because I didn't have a clear place to disagree, which is where I usually find it easiest, and maybe that is a vampiric tendency?

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Hey ma’am, did you get the job?
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What job?
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You know the secret one, the one at the invisible MacDonalds? the combination pizza hut and taco bell? the one where they pay you by mind raping you with twitter memes or art related to what you’re doing? Something to make you feel real special? Tweets by people subtly referencing you with the kind of stuff they could only know from wire taps or screen captures? The kind of stuff that would make you feel crazy so you grow dependent upon them for your sanity? That kinda stolckholm sticky where they make you love it and tell you're sick if you don’t? Zombie makers who wouldnt go zombie themselves? The feeders, the filmers, the vanishing banishers? You know the law? That job. 
You didn’t fall asleep on me did you? You know you have to be awake to dream here.
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Playing majong is a job?
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Well it certainly isnt a game, that kind of shit is waaay too serious.

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Being crazy can be fun, but at what point does this cross the line?
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This but as revenge
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>>88 (OP) 
are you crazy for a reason?
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>>88 (OP) 
Please stop throwing rocks at your friends. Please start to work on controlling your emotions. Even if she feels the same way, those feelings aren't going to be what makes the difference. What's going to make the difference is you putting the work in on yourself. That's it. That's the only real salvation. Please appreciate how much has been done for you. Please. Even if she doesn't end up liking you. Even if you die in the river. You have to work on yourself and how you relate to people. Learn to sit with your feelings and become less volatile. You have to. You have to.
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When everything means so much but none of it makes sense to you
When you're day drinking blue moon cross faded on gorilla glue
When you're scared it's a trick any time someone is being nice to you
When it involves numbers, wire taps, water/beer, eating, kdeath

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