I believe [s4s] is a place of niceness and oneness where we enlightened

>>5094385
HE WILL NOT DIVIDE US!!!!!!!!!! LOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The first thing to do to create this new 'divided as one' esfores would be to elect a rudelord and nicefriend

They need to be active namefigs with strong opinions on the board

electees please present yourselves

OH ITS THIS GAME AGAIN LOLE

>>5094393
delet your post

>>5095163
i cant it s too late

Just letting you know I am here and I am ready to unleash your teachings on [s4s] at large.

Please tell me everything. I am ready to learn.

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>>5095406
the time is now
AWAKE

>>5095413
initiating.

caution: proceeding past this moment will enact repairable conceptualizations to filter out into [s4s] at large, potentially disrupting and even destroying the very fabric which binds the board together.

do you wish to proceed? yes | maybe | no

>>5094385
kys cuck

the stepsister boy

>>5095419
yase

>>5095426
Sunday, November 20, 2011
what should be done.
our nation stinks.

it smells like rotten pieces of a beast which fought so valiantly

that it died trying

so confounded are we by these passings

we rise up into the streets

we raise our voices and cry out

we sell our souls.
and even so, we move on

because the system itself is not faulty

in fact, it seems to make sense

when in 25 years we shall be free
free to exist in a virtual world
where we will be trained
trained to become that which we were meant to become
trained to be what the inner we wishes to be

from the ground up.
classrooms will become digitalized; as will socialization
work will become more and more automated, and it too will be done from home
and we will visit fantastic worlds as real as the one in which we sit
for this is technology; there's not too much left we can do before the break
artificial intelligence
singularity
two forces combine into a new force, which boggles the primitive mind
and yet now, as i type this message to you across a screen
which fills itself with energy and beams to me a message
am i not one with this machine?
is this machine not me?
for all that it contains, i have filled it
all that it knows, i have told to it
it indeed is me
and not only,
but also those who i know dearly, who have become one with the machine as well
we are the machine; the machine is us
it is not a replication, but a reflection
and further into this ride, we shall find a place to hide with those who are hiding as well
and we will there solve the problems facing us with logical proof and reasoning, because we'll be stronger
and faster, and better; better for the sake of being human beings
for it is our destiny to strive toward greatness
look at your primate arms and tell me i'm mistaken.

>>5095426
language
culture
civilization
we have formed all of these things
all of us
collectively, we are one
and our message rings
HUMANITY
for all that we do
from debate to creation
is be who we are
simple creatures of a planet
which flies around a star
which sends electrical storms
that could indeed wipe us from existence
without a notice; simply ash

our star flies round with other stars, coalescing into a form known as a
galaxy
and our galaxy spins; 200-400 billion strong
600 km/s; that's 372.82 miles per second
with a series of other galaxies
which spin off into a universe which ends

it ends
it all ends
or at least that's what we know now
at least that's what we perceive, from our 3-dimensionality
from our understanding, there could be hundreds or thousands of dimensions which are invisible to us
dimensions that are invariable in number
so incalculable that time becomes incapable of deciphering it's edge


and what about time?
can we surpass time?
it would seem a possibility to exist separated from time
a time traveler, if you will
who could bounce between moments instantaneously; seeing as they were separated
and perhaps, momentarily, this being would pass back into the realm of time
if not only to stir up a little drama in the present before whisking away into cosmic impossibility
but this, as of now, is merely science fiction

>>5095443
>Sunday, November 20, 2011
I remember that day.

>>5095426
so where does that leave us?
are we miserable in our skin, living our lives as slaves within a system which mocks our very existence
through dumbed-down media control and international banking systems which drain our very system of purchase
before we are capable of touching it with our weary, callused hands?

are we content living in a world which drives itself mad with sensationalist propaganda and overt ludicrous behavior
which is aggrandizes as some sort of overt act of humanity
forcing upon the weary travelers upon the globe
a sideshow which encompassed every passing moment


a sideshow which passes for the purpose of attaining greenbacks, which
are very valuable these days, but in a static shock
could depreciate beyond the point of return and force a re-assessment of what money could be
and the debt will keep rising
and the masters will come from the rooftops and take from you
the world that you have crafted for yourself
your niche in this training simulation
in which all your daily turmoil and strife is illuminated
into an individual who can rise above adversity
and still smile at a corny joke
or lose a few hours of sleep over the hopes and dreams of a friend
an individual who can love, and feel, and grow
and learn, and fight, and bleed, and hurt, and cry
who knows as any what it means to be alive
and yet still strive toward a better tomorrow
where problems of today will fade into dark grey
and through the shadowed picture of the place in which we stream
illusions of the mind, to you, from colored picture screens
will come a dream; a conscious collective reality
which will exist as a unified edifice for all humanity
where all creations under the sun have potential and purpose
where we can smile and thank the air for being there for us to breath

>>5095426
but in this time of need, can we wait for the seed of
the externalization process to process, or must
we go into the raging planes of eternal stress
and take the bind that binds the coursing pain through every chest
and beat the drum of righteousness to tones made to inspire
to monitor the progress so the fruit does not go sour
to eternally drift through mystic cosmos as a tour
and emancipate the dying, the rich and the poor

>>5095426
from wheels of turbulent behavior racking right from closed to can't
dissipated manifestations of one who's lost in rant
doses of post-traumatic stress which leave the soldier fated
dealt with the fable but ever questioning, a mind unsated
a lost arithmetic which delves into the darkness of night
a sad calligraphy that never got it's chance in the light
a dark calamity that sent a bridge to conquer unknowns
a wandering chameleon existing in human bones
a vast array of creatures dancing in the pale moon's eyes
a true conspirator who's essence is composed of lies
a bunch of cosmonauts who dehydrated all their lunch
who took a tour around the Earth so they could all have brunch

a snark aristocrat who turns his nostrils up at the dog
who begs for change upon the corner of the clean sidewalk
the toad who licks the feet of each one that he begs to be loved by
every single one who ever sat and opened its third eye
mathematician stuck in patterns that are falsely related
a politician schizophrenic who cannot stop debating
a brash millionaire who only wants to see is a gain
a techo-farmer who gets paid for bio-fuel out of grain
a corporation which pays farmers to be stilted and silenced
a government which infiltrates and scares the public with violence

a bag which floats upon the street which symbolizes the sundry
some hillbilly that exists to only listen to country
and a radio dj who states his views to the people
or a pope who sells all of his wares in shops by the steeple
how about the guy who didn't know which role to pick
and so he picked them all and danced and sang and made a single hit
and now he graces you on your electrical tube
so you can always know exactly what this guy is up to?

we can cohabitate
we can externalize
the individual
who beats the inner caverns of the chest
attempting to surface
Posted by silence at 4:43 PM

>>5095452
>01/26/17(Thu)22:31:16
I remember that day

>>5095457
Sunday, October 16, 2011
mastermind
there is a group of people who wish to be the controllers of the free world

free world meaning that the world itself is free to do what it chooses

as are the people within the world, no matter what rule of law attempts to control the masses at any point

as are the animals that live in the world, which we are, who we separate and attempt to dominate

it is due to this that we are fighting the fight we fight today

it is humanity's struggle with the imaginary chains it has implemented on the planet Earth

this battle will be one of many, and it's extension into the future will be long sought

for there is no power struggle

the powers that be are already instated

and for now they will hold firmly

as we buckle, we hear a crack

for all of their resources, beyond their use, are dedicated to control
we are a species of beings who lives under a net of control

you could say that this net is actual; you could call it an organization

you could say that it is the illuminati; those who have seen the light

who sit in their ivory tower and look down upon the world,

crushing and dementing the visions of the masses into a crude, sheltered existence

you can say they are wizards, who control and puppeteer the planet

and for a moment, you would be correct

>>5095457
but these are not beings

these are ideas

ideas which spawned deep in the passive mind of humanity

and engendered themselves over the ages.

ideas which separated into sections, spatial particles;

simple pieces of illumination that shine shadow upon the assumed reality spectrum

and force into a dance it which climbs into a new paradoxical trangression against the matter which sculpted it's base level's understanding
if we look deep enough into anything, we can see that it is a conglomeration

there is no thing that is comprised of only itself

and only paradox causes the universe to be understood
"if not this, than this."

it's simply logic

and thus we believe what we have not truly proven before it is proven untrue

trial and error, the cost of exisitng through time

as a particle which always wishes to move and mold itself

into some higher something that expresses greater sights of this sea of shadowed, monsterous illusion

so let us sample;

we are existing in a time

where the thoughts of our forefathers are the standing truth of all things

and we have diversified, over a period, as a group

who believes in many different existences

for within each of us is a new paradigm

and none know which paradigm shall become the truth

>>5095457
who holds the solution?
and what does this solution entail?

domination?

freedom?

what are these things?

is a definition not also a constricting vessel which causes the loss of symbology toward the essence it describes?

if we are free and we wish to change the ways of the world

we must only stand
for even if we lose our lives
or laugh madly into a room with no light
we are part of the conglomeration of thought within the time-scale of humanity
beings within the conglomerative expression of planet earth
microscopic, impossible specks within the molten vastness of the universe
who cry out into a desperate chamber
and we must be heard
for not all have a voice; but those that do speak for those who cannot

we all wish for comfort, peace, and happiness
and if we continue our specialization we will, perhaps, one day reach this epoch

a world in which reality sits as a picturesque imagination of itself

a world in which reality is literally sculpted in real-time by the essence of all things

the reality of freedom as a force, not a thought or an expression

a reality where freedom has been unchained and set free


but never, in your wildest dreams, will you be able to sculpt the "how"
not in this reality, which is corrupted and smitten by time
so little do we humans have to interpret these streams of realization
and so little time do we have to express the innermost of who we are
we can assist in sculpting the "then," consciously co-creating the reality in which we live presently
which moves into a future built upon the essential reasoning of the unit as a whole
but we cannot know the impact of our actions
or at least not fully
for each of us is influencing the totality of all
with each brilliant motion.


for we can move mountains with our minds, but first we must get beyond the thought that we cannot.

thus it was spoken, indeed within a thought.

and if this line is broken

think of it's opposite

.
Posted by silence at 4:58 PM

Action without purpose is the purest form of existence

>>5095470
i post a post that postesdts a protest which spawns from the mastery of which box i may have when into i fell while still under fire. alas, these walls which had purposely intricated into spectrum eyes and vast hues of rainbotic phoenimia, indeed spawned from and when Atricus into the dark night feel, who believed when they made him rhyme that his coat was properly fashioned before in the how and so i felt like a sandwhich that catered to the belonging of a relative of the monster who lied behind the shadow of my hypnocratic religion. avast, ye pirates, scurvy is still alive! there is a support group online called "SCURVY ANONYMOUS."

now this just in, for anyone who tuned out before they realized that the price of the toadstool was no more than the light which shined from the gloves of immaculating power, indeed the very effortless force which tumbles through vast space to relay it's positronic reclamation into the fabric of reality itself; i write a notice which notices the notice and not ice, but hot fire rained from the bib of the crucible which hung murderously within the sculpture that deprived life of it's meaning and forced the interloping zealot to fall into wasted darkness, no light to guide his path.


into the great beyond whence when they came through ever zoning mural into bright blue chaos where they feasted upon the rotting flesh of those who they had so eagerly conquested in a rage of blind deceit.

and indeed the murderous capade could find no true facade, interested in the means to spread the chaotic reals of normalicy, thus did the single tile fall from the roof, which bounded backward and forward to view see visualize and why then when did all what is can do what never once made did do i do?

into the dark horizon which burns like the caverns of extended emotional responsiveness which guide us through the inner vessel which companions is to one which exists on in theory.

>>5095474
theory theory theory theory theory

drip drop

into my wasted cup i flush the bounty of espresso down the drain in a cool reflection of hydroviscosity. indeed, waste into nothingness before the sea of malignant error which rose before me as a testament to the blockade which surfaces in these moments to appreciate the effort put into comprehending it's essence.

i drive forward, forward, forward

the blurred light before me echoes off into discs of photokinetic cells which adjust and reassemble the proper experience.

lights...

and then the smoke rises

fixed...there's nothing

floating beyond myself;
flying

and then i speak.

"into the web of most appreciated respectable realities i bring forward my own; a drifting world of mad prophets, conspiracy, sardonic musings, and a quibble of other retending littigets.

spheres of light flow into the paper
and globes of mass, which spread before the master
how he glides between the message
with such serenity none can contain

it's as if he were gone completely when within his thoughts
he moved beyond into a world which only existed deep within his mind
and patiently he sat, awaiting a reason to unleash it.

as time has passed, or has it? he wonders why his efforts have lead him to nowhere

"THIS JUST IN, DERP, YOU CANNOT JUST EXPECT EVERYTHING TO HAPPEN IN A DAY!"

he realized that he was writing, and thus it helped remind him that something was once to and forthright so after that he made his way to uncle franz where he instilled a drought in native peoples for extra credit.
Posted by silence at 4:55 PM

>>5095474
Have you been a good boy?
Agenda 23:

All must pay heed, for in this time lies the most important of all rational interpretations of the realm in which we exist.

currently, from the perspective of one who is human, standing on the ground level of Earth looking into the technopagic sky above me

i see an illusion brewing from two opposite ends of a polar anomaly.

could this be due to the polarity shifting that has been claimed?

or is it perhaps just an internal reality sculpted from time immemorial save to the few, who now lie dying and blankly staring into the wall

as they bleed and groan and attempt to fight still, though they haven't the means to continue?

either way, the tides have shifted.

each side prepares for the final battle; the battle between those who wish to fight and those who wish to stand

the battle between those who wish to move and those who wish to stay; a battle of time.

indeed, this moment brings a list of interpretive missions for those involved

first, we must decide who we are;

are we fighters, destined to leave this world in a fury of hailing gunfire brought on by a history of pain and torture that you do not wish to pass on to others?

are we pacifists, here to stand and intercept the fires of the mind so that others must not bear; so that others may live on through the purge?

are we enlighteners, here to interpret and move through this dirge as a singular mind, who takes heed to memorize and satisfy every line until it's picturesque and cleaned up so that the rest of the pageant can understand its own irrationality?

are we chaoticists, here to revel in both sides, shredding and cleaving each from within; crushing their systems into nothing more than a wisp of dust in front of their very eyes and giggling, prancing off into the hills to fornicate with livestock?

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>>5095455
i like big dubs and i cannot lie

>>5095478
we have these dualities, we have these structures, and we have individuals who believe in everything that they must because they are, in fact, themselves.

we also have individuals who do not know who they are, and thus they amass, like flies, to the blinding light which seems so majestic and illuminating.

we must free ourselves from the moth mentality.

we must think for ourselves.

this is mental, social, and human evolution.

THEY SHALL FORM THE ORIGINAL SOCIETY
WHICH WILL THEM SPREAD THROUGHOUT
AND MAKE USE OF EACH HUMAN AS THEY HAVE BEEN DEEMED FIT

IN THIS, WE SHALL FIND THAT SOCIETY
IS NOT THE DEFINITION, BUT THE DEFINED
AND THAT WE, WITH THE INNATE POWERS
OF THOUGHT AND CONSTRUCTIVE REASONING,
ARE THE LIGHT WHICH OUR SOCIETY MIRRORS IN THE DARKEST OF NIGHT/

through time we must all change and be sculpted
it is in this way that the universe itself teaches us what it is we are meant to learn
we must be receptive; we must live and move forward through our existential lives.

our combined suffering is meant to be a manifestation of the dissent within us.

dissent that causes riots and conspiracies to run rampant; the end of time.

the end of freedom, the battle for isolated materials; these are means

the end is our eternal representation of not only death, but rebirth

it is through our separation that truth can ultimately be found

destroy the beast; tame it with our spears and mental fire.

within the beast lies the truth of flesh bone and blood

the truth that all things are one, that we are one

that you and i are thinking the same thoughts,

moving through the same mental patterns,

feasting on parcels of intelligence

which reasoning allots us in time.

this truth cannot be denied
be wary, and learn to filter WHAT and WHY things are happening

it's all about proper theater, you kids.
Posted by silence at 5:32 AM

>>5095480
Thursday, July 14, 2011
-The Eris Show-
-Rated 5 degrees below Celsius, this is The Eris Show!-

The crowd cheered in an elated uproar; the brisk dominance stabbed into his mind.

-in this great pit of despair, we see ourselves floating. floating, like a mass which seems tangible enough.-

-yet BEHOLD!-

-this mask of personality is nothing more than a hoax! a brilliant episode in the drama that we have created for ourselves.-

"But is my personality not what makes my individual self a prominent parcel of humanity?"

[the crowd laughs]

-humanity?-

-no my friend, you're thinking with the wrong part of your brain-

-try to move it upward...yes...-

-now...FORWARD-

-more...-


-MORE!-


*CRACK*

[the crowd applauds]
-now... sit within the body that is not yours and tell me what ails your troubled psyche-

>>5095483
He looked outward, seeing nothing beyond his vision.


"How strange...this is not the realm from which i was sanctioned."

Peeeeeeling outward more, he felt a great pressure release itself from around him, his senses diving into complex displays of textures mapped atop one another so rapidly that perception became more of a challenge than any he had encountered in his remote and solitary life.

-information enters in silence-

"So what you're saying, essentially, is that along with infinite space, which extends beyond perpetual bigness, there is also infinite smallness which we cannot perceive..."

-no no no, you've got it all wrong! you see; the infinite size of the perpetually increasing universe is both majorly large and small all at the same time. all size is relative, and based on the perceiver. in this instance, you could assume that the universe itself is nothing more than a microscopic particle in a realm which exceeds this realm in size so greatly that it is literally too large to be perceived from this vantage point. thusly, the macroscosm and the microcosm are one, linked through the brilliant exchange of quarks and gluons emanating from the zero point energy field. all that is is nothing more than a perceptual endeavor of this particle field. were we to zoom in farther past the microcosm, we would eventually be looking down at ourselves looking down into the micro, only after passing through the macro and all that lies within it.-


"So, is this like...what the fuck is this? What do you do on this thing? And like...why? What the...why and...what? Huh? Does this make more sense when sense less it makes? No no no no no! Don't tell me to turn into pieces of my species! Let me be the deft elitist in the stands eating bree cheeses!"

-CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT does this that is and be to for why am not have been on over less more than was when?-

>>5095483
"What?"

-when the purple man sees you he attempts to bleed you in an attempt to seize you and make you less see-through. but can you be new? beseech you. Say, beneath you, what do you do which makes the inner you true?-

"I have my life! I have my beliefs, my prescriptions and addictions, my friends and my family! They are what makes me whole! They make me believe in a brighter tomorrow filled with fantastical visions of times never spent. Without them, without all of it! what am i? Is this experience nothing or is it, in fact, all that ever will be?"

-the very light prescriptive pathways, which shine and blaze through the thick haze of space that permeates the glaze of night lie brighter days which faze away the greater enigma, which has been used to shade away the ways a force can interpret sunlight.-

"so what then? are the experiences of my essence nothing more than filtration? is there nothing more to this experience?"

-the beast within must defend the truth it senses due to mostly evolutionary baggage interpreted through transformation. what you believe to be true is but a fallacy, the lines you draw are childish based on a construed reality.-

"Construed? How can you say this is true? It's all I've known, my entire life is but a lie?"

-you are not so, but the things you tend to think are there are actually perceptual particles of motionless air which you have taken through your vast array of senses and collapsed into a moment which has been justifiably invented. you see, it's easier for you to interpret the realm if everything is not totally fucked up and floating around. but we were forced to bring you through this portal to discover that your essence is actually immortal. fear nothing.-

>>5095483
[Marx^65's vision begins to distort, the visual representations of his experience dripping into a pit do deep to comprehend it would send him into utter madness. The forces of time and space drag him downward, past the infinite whatnot he had been present within back toward the material universe.

He flies past vast oceans of space, picking up glimpses of galaxies, galactic clusters, and meta-star systems. He feels a familiarity as he passes into the galactic center of the milky way galaxy]

"There's a teleportation device in here somewhere..."
Marx^65 blinked, his vision realigning with normality, "heh, 'normality.' now i can hear the narrator." He stood up slowly and looked around his apartment. Everything seemed normal enough. There is his computer, books, his dirty clothes from his previous night at work. A new email message flashed across his desktop monitor. Without thought he sat down and clicked the bouncing text.

-Dearest Marx,

You have been placed here in this realm, once again, to create a stable plan for our eventual reclamation. What we wish to bring to reality is the truth; the truth that all things perceived as truth are nothing more than holographic projections of "order," which, indeed, does not truly exist. The world in which you 'live,' which seems so beautifully structured, was formulated and exists within a boundless sea of manifested chaos! Disorder is the true pathway to enlightened living. All the tools which you will need shall be given to you as long as you follow the law of 5's. Do not fear, as fear is nothing more than an imaginary falsehood created on the basis that you, in fact, do not control all things.

With love,

Eris-

>>5095483
"Huh..." Marx smiled in contemplative confusion, his face stretching much further than he had remembered it being capable of stretching. He stood from his computer and stepped into the hallway, discovering that sounds and lights were traveling from the kitchen. A smell leeched its way into his nostrils, which flared and caused drooling, palpitations and increased walking speed.

-You never realized that food could be so satisfying until you were fed by a Goddess.-
Posted by silence at 7:26 PM

jackin off, sleeping, farting, and sleeping

>>5095494
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Revelations I - Time and Space Are Not Real
Browsing about the elusive quandaries of the vast web, Marxinapoliantinatonitatiouslybrutalypticalishnatcritanicalcticatious clicked on a link which did not exist. His search for "SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS + hidden masonic meaning + Walt Disney + cover up" lead him into a preposterous website.

Appearing first as a blank screen, the page had asked for a username, if somehow through telepathic connectivity. Seeing as there was no text bar, after 1,2354 attempts, 'lonesome cheetah' was spoken out loud in the form of a question.

The page began to spiral downward, the screen dementing into a pool of indeterminable length, forming a deeper internal dimension within the cubulated light'tangle.

-Indeed, you must proceed. What's in a name, anyway?-

Marxinapolianti^54 blinked very hard, his vision spiraling into a cascade of petratelehedrons, coursing through an infinite shading of mass and energies released from their restraints, "It's very simple to recognize that the patterns which are being presented can and do exist within each moment necessarily, whether I can see them or not in a state of present awareness."

-And yes, you must note that the truths of chaos are overwhelming within this viscocious illumination.-

Marxi^64 opened his eyes. He was in a colorful white room, a cartoon panorama dancing before him, "And in this chaotic breath how can an existence of substance form?"

-Coalescence is the inevitable chao-metabolic expression which results in holographical virtual ego formation. In creating ourselves, we create worlds unseen, worlds ignored, and worlds hyperbolically imbalanced~.-

"Yet as we live do they..."

>>5095497
-In all notions, yes! For all that is existence is change, and all that is change is bound by the illusion of time. Within a presented simulation simulator which expresses the excraochment of manufactured 'time,' a grand illusion is present in each and every moment without failure.-

Marx^65's eyes glazed over, his vision changing from a filtration of various light wave reflections to a creative endeavor assisted by the emanations of his pineal gland. He re-sculpted the world within his mind, bringing to life thousands of unseen and un-seeable creatures, dashing them across a plane which he stretched and cracked and broke into a shattering masterpiece. The creatures waged wars and reveled in their individual joys and sorrows, "My fear is gone, yet I see more than humanity can accept in its sullen state. An existence beyond this? How can one participate in something they could not possibly perceive?"

-And you are only sampling the capability of a curious mind; imagine the true depth of the chaos; the CHAOS~THE CHAOS ETH SCHAO HET ASCHO EHT SOACH EHT SOAHC HET SOAHC THE CHAOS~; the chaos.-

Marx^65 smiled into his mind, his eyes blinding themselves with tears, "You have always been there listening in your private room, talking to no one."

ALL HAIL ERIS!

ALL HAIL DISCORDIA!

-You are not prepared to talk to me directly until you can stare into the darkest light of chaos un-fearing. Knowing chaos is embracing the hellfire of fury that is Her realization. Within your small endeavor shall exist a notion of greater force and thunder than you are prepared to reciprocate.-

And knewest he this, yet still he gazed.

>>5095497
[A furious fireball of energy rages in a place which only exists as part of a network which stretches beyond the capacity of one to fully encounter it. The blue hue of the energies light up a vast yet tightly sealed vacuumed plane, sparks of electricity rising and cresting from the intensive coalition of sparkling blobs. Their existence is just, and yet unreliable; they filter out between each other, never existing for longer than attemptively perceived.

His vision crested outward past the energies.]

-The Formulacrum Field of Finite Infinities; the ever-present expression of The Meta-Matriarch's chaotic manifestation.-

"How can the infinite be confined within the constraints of the finite? Is not this pure nonsensical illogica?"

-The illusory notion of finiteness breaks the cycle of logical responsive resolution which allows for more substantial growth within the shockingly inexpressible higher dimensionalities.-

-Size, like time, is not truly linear. All things are ever expanding; through time only! Apart from time they have expanded so expansively that their own infinite nature has accomplished recreating itself an infinite amount of times within a vast array of meta-magical planes; a series of new worlds, if you will. Mostly unexplored...Well at least in your experience, what with being a creature who seems to be sucked into this whole 'time and space are real' thing~.-

"Goddess, how can this be? How can this world be true within an array so vast? And if this array of expression is ever-present, where am I now? How far away am I from the truth? Will I ever see the truth fully without escaping this coil of mortality which binds me to this stump, growing and molding and heaving and wasting away into dust Dust...DUst...DUSt...DUST!?"

TDUs sTDu usTd dust...

dust dust dust dust...

dust dust dust...

dust dust...

dust...
...


..
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>>5095497
Marx^65 was found dead in front of his computer, a blank white web-page blinking, "Thank you for playing!" on the screen. The site [http://www.andthenitoldhertotellmewhatididntwanttohear.now] was registered to an untraceable Korean porn ring which, other than some 'mighty fine trim,' showed no symbol of relevance save the insignia of a Golden Apple with the term "Kallisti" carved into the side watermarked into each of its images. A single text document, saved to the desktop as, "That one time when I went to the store and my boss told me that he had been raped by a hot sauce dispenser," told the tale of a troll named Timmy who brought a box of pizza to the grocer and was then penetrated by numerous cobs of corn as well as a lovely selection of fresh zucchini and home-grown squash. The shovel wound to the back of Marx^65's head seemed to be more prominent than humanly possible; the shovel blade extended and remained lodged a hefty 5 inches into the back of his skull. 'Certainly not suicide.' read the coroner's report. There were no finger prints of the shovel, nor did there seem to be evidence of anyone being in the house other than Marx^65. His contortion of a facial expression expressed eternal anguish capped with a haze of cynical illumination.

-Now We May Truly Begin-
Posted by silence at 7:49 PM

>>5095507
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
historiography I : the beginning of nothing
At this point, the greater cosmology of all things had already begun its tumultuous tumbling of choatic creation. The planets were nothing but infinitely small masses, coercing through a medium so strong in forces and pressures that the combination into functional collusions of coinciding matter units was completely impossible. As they passed through time, space became more coherent. Some particles ascended to "higher" or "lower" levels*, though they did not comprehend this transition as much as you would not comprehend the transition between your waking and sleeping moments if you had suddenly gone into a coma.

The Goddess sat on her perch, watching the cascading excellence of her understood masterpiece, "All is Chaos, and all is how it should be. Because it is, and in simplicity, what else could be more than all?"

In her quiet, timeless existence she contemplated all forces, great and small. She contemplated all unions, all divisions, all cultures, civilizations, and extreme circumstances possible within the mutable law structure of this infinite** mishmash.

As time moved forward even more, the thoughts which had predominated over the realm of chaos began to coalesce into power structures. Atoms combined, forming stable elements to be used in the construction of planets, which housed a variety of attempts to achieve an ultimate state of existence; a fluid construct of the chaotic manifestation of the great Goddess herself.

Conscious life appeared, and from it spawned a grand illusion headed by the snake-eyed sower if blasphemous indoctrination, Greyface.

"Take this world for example; how does it exist? It exists only due to the order of the overarching universe; cosmically we are meant to be ordered, just as the planets above, so as here on Earth."

>>5095507
Greyface's illusion of order crept into the mind of the Goddess, her vision scorned by a thought so chaotic that it brandished itself capable of destroying the beauty that was her ultimate vision. With utmost ferocity, Goddess reentered the world of consciousness, pressuring the pineal glands of her most beloved and interconnecting life's experience with cosmic chaotic wonder; insuring within the humble creatures of consciousness a vision unreached by the falseness of the elusive lie of Greyface.

*these levels are not particular, nor are they set in any way. all things are connected through the infinite confusitory acclimations of The Goddess.

**though infinite, this structure of infinity is only one of many structures.
Posted by silence at 7:12 PM

>>5095510
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
parable 1
a man sat in a field, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers

"is this life truly more than it seems, or does it mean nothing?"

at that point a bull raged onto the scene, interrupting the silent solitude of the man

"When time has ceased to produce action, your monotonous quest shall prove to be worth more than constructed explanation is able to simulate in this contorted expression of fantasized realizations produced through vastly under-appreciated universally un-truthful imbalanced balance."

the man was immediately enlightened, and then immediately gored to death.
Posted by silence at 9:45 PM

>>5095515
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Book of Abstruse Reasoning
As was spoken by the Pope Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V, aka Sand, aka The Whisperer Who Harmeth Thy Innermost Sanctity:

I. And The Goddess spoke to Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V, bearing down his words for the world of the angels of manifested blunder to abhor.

II. These were the trials of the essences, bleeding into the soft hearted meddlers during their time of greatest elated agony.

III. "You shall speak to the world, commanding them into the lost fundamentals of all truths underlied with false claims of imaginary manipulation," exclaimed The Goddess, "It is through your teachings that the darkness may be manifest in such a way as to appear equal and polar to the light and all of it's fanciful dancing creatures of death."

IV. "But Goddess," exclaimed Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V, "how can an understanding of chaotic unreasoning bring a sound solace to the beasts of this world?"

V. The Goddess laughed, scoffing into his pineal gland to the point that it burst from his skull, unveiling itself to a world which it had not prepared to observe.

>>5095515
VI. "HOLY RAPING HALLUCINATION!" and The Goddess revealed to Marxiusnapoloeoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V a world in which all that walked and moved and squawked, and creamed, and juiced, and expelled in any fashion was wound into the whole; mixed into the eternal ethereal meeting place of existence at it's base level scientifically and incomprehensibly.

VII. "You must take this knowledge that you have been given and spread it into the land. I command you in the sake of commanding, seeing as this knowledge has undoubtedly spawned within you a seed of dissent," spoke The Goddess.

VIII. "Fuck you, Goddess, I'll be God Damned if I go out preaching for anyone, especially someone of your unfair bosomrey."

IX. The Goddess stared deeply into Marxiusnapoleoniantimatrafantramantrastrattington V's pineal gland, then thrust, as roughly as she was capable , her pointed finger into it, sculpting and reinstalling the baser functionality of his persona, "And now you will do as I ask."

X. "Yes, my Goddess. All Hail Eris!"
Posted by silence at 10:55 AM