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2023.06.03 13:21 Phil_Phree Date in Cypress Texas

I am interested in getting to know a beautiful responsible lady (preferably living in Cypress Texas). Please she must be alcohol and drugs free, no dramas and has a life. I am an Engineer living an awesome life. If that's you, hmu. Please don't let the location put you off cos I am open to possibilities. Thanks. Cheers
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2023.06.03 13:21 wasflol The DNA Delusion

Life is programmed with an existence bias and the compulsion to continue on without any end goal or meaning. We will call that “the DNA delusion.
This essay takes a position against the DNA delusion, and it is the full realization that God is dead, unlike many flavors of modern atheism which still dance with his corpse. This dance is far from a freebie, and we are about to tally the cost. This essay is one last reality check, addressing all the delusions other secularational/intellectual movements continue to hold dear. It exposes all the harm, insanity, fallacy, and failure caused by life's reluctance to accept certain truths.
There have been around 20 trillion trillion (trillion 2 times is not a typo) sentient life forms, including trillions of mammals and 108 billion humans that have been tortured, violated, raped, molested, degraded, and murdered by nature. Nature is more sadistic than every slaughterhouse, mass murderer, animal holocauster, serial rapist, factory farm, concentration camp, psychotic dictator, and torturer in history combined, by a margin of "trillions of trillions,” yet most people will tell you they love nature, because it looks pretty and seems beautiful when all that madness is not happening. But, actually, all that madness has been happening for hundreds of millions of years on a global scale without even one day or one minute of pause in the action.
Clearly, life is suffering, but the DNA delusion seems to have a literally undying dedication to ignoring this. Perhaps it all seems "deep and spiritual and beautiful" when you are whitewashing 540 million years worth of collateral damage. So, what does the rest of the price tag looking like? Why is this happening? And, what goes through someone's head, when, after conducting a life experiment with a DNA code that literally invented torture, they are surprised when things turn out wrong?
Because DNA evolution is just an error code, it is literally mutants and mutation, not even mutating on purpose, and the entire mutant code was strung together by chaotic incidents of physics and biology. It does not know what it is doing or that you even exist; neither DNA nor the universe has anyone's back.
All harm is being caused for no sane purpose. You have probably seen people acknowledge that life has no purpose, but the DNA delusion creeps back in like a virus and says, "life has no purpose, so you make up your own." That means senseless torture is being caused for a made-up purpose. There is no way around it, but note how life keeps fabricating and confabulating a cheat in logic to get out of this truth. The DNA delusion is an amnesiac-style twist of logic that takes many forms. The most interesting part is that people under the DNA delusion are going to be completely appalled and enraged by this idea, instead of the truth to which it simply points. The DNA delusion will redirect all rage at clusters of words like these, not the incomprehensible harm and insanity being simply exposed by these words, almost like it is manually turning the head of a rabid dog toward some unassuming irrelevant target. That is what psychology on a leash looks like.
Even supposed intellectual, rational, secular thinkers cannot seem to let this notion go. They say things like, "the universe created life so that it could," which just keeps missing the point, not only of this idea, but of evolution's truth entirely. It did not do anything so anything; it just did.
Life is an unintelligent design of chaos that just happened because it could. Most people struggle firmware-flashing this truth to their brains. This is because our collective species is still hungover from centuries of dogmatic fairytales and lies, spread and labeled onto what we ultimately exposed as a happenstance mutant molecule and carnage machine. Now, if this idea is just sobering you into the gradual understanding that an unnecessary happenstance mutant molecule and carnage machine that resulted in trillions of ongoing torture victims was not a function that has/had purpose, "goodness," or real objective, rational use, net-utility, justifiable existence, etc., then you might consider that you probably should not feed your family into it and expect it to turn out well. By the way, there is no going back now that the cat is out of the bag.
There is not a single sane, sound, or rational reason to continue the DNA life experiment. The reason it continues is because of the DNA delusion. Of course it is wise to end this gratuitous misery and net-zero biological brainwash, but when you are already in this much of a deficit, the manic members of the life casino want you to keep playing. They have absolutely no coherent goal or game theory; there is only a manic compulsion to keep going. That is the DNA delusion, the only thing truly going on inside the "logic" of life.
This madness should stop. Even scientists and great thinkers have childlike visions of living forever or putting McDonald’s on every planet. Even a lot of serious thinking intellectuals never seem to slow down or give a sober thought about what the DNA delusion of "living forever and covering the universe with yourself" is costing or that the whole notion of "wanting to live forever and cover the universe with yourself" is nothing but an impossible ruse that was burned into the hardware of all DNA organisms over the course of millennia.
What's ironic is that we are doing this 6th largest mass extinction right now based on greed for fossil fuels, animal products, and rearing pointless children who needlessly serve this "need machine." The DNA delusion creates massive war machines that could wipe out the planet, and it ravages the planet of resources, all in the name of its own delusion. This is not far off from a heroin addict that wants infinite heroin, parasites on everything around it, and then inevitably destroys itself.
DNA agents are built to destroy other DNA agents, for the sake of DNA. DNA created a global war of Team DNA vs. Team DNA; it kills the losers and then kills the winning team. Do you understand just how psychotic this experiment is?
Life creates all of its own worst problems and nightmares by the mere act of existing; needs that do not need to exist, problems that do not need to exist, yet it has the undying urge to persist this. How is this sane?
You do not accomplish anything by "creating a need and satisfying it." You do not accomplish anything by creating every problem and solving some of them (or even all of them).
DNA life is a zero sum game in every sense. Yet sometimes the DNA delusion attempts to label such objective truth as "utilitarianism,” and it shoves it back under wraps and continues being psychotic.
Coming into existence is always a serious harm and problem for everyone that can be harmed. Not coming into existence is simply never a harm and never a problem for anyone.
Every "good" in life is made of "fixing a bad"; it is all based on needs and deprivations DNA installed inside you, which continue to pose the threat of ultimate harm and anguish toward you: both if you do not satisfy these installed needs and even if you do satisfy them. It did not give you a winning move.
These are the real implications of DNA evolution and reality: the objective truth of utter peril, the one the DNA delusion does everything it can to keep under wraps.
Humans keep ignoring, keep imposing, and keep pretending that it is all somehow a big mystery, and they ignore the fact that this twisted experiment somehow does not seem to be working in life's “best interest.”
Please view the end of the post linked above to see the original source.
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2023.06.03 13:14 kRe4ture RoW scene straight from anime

I just finished RoW and holy shit, the scene right before Kaladin swears his fourth ideal brought me to tears.
Kaladin being shown the vision with Tien was just utterly heartbreaking but also incredibly beautiful, from Tien being there for Kal as he always was in their youth to him giving him the horse. It was just utterly beautiful.
But you honestly can’t tell me that that scene isn’t destined to be an anime. The entire buildup and how it plays it out is just reminiscent of so many scenes from different animes. It just fits so perfectly.
I would love to see TSA made into an anime, imo it fits the format way better than any live-action adaptation ever could.
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2023.06.03 13:10 golangprojects [Hiring] Remote Clojure job: Software Engineer-Full stack (Junior Level) at Kroo Bank (London, United Kingdom)

What We’re All About at Kroo We’re creating the world’s most social bank and improving people’s relationship with money for good. Our mission is to remove the stress and social awkwardness that money creates, allowing people to freely enjoy their lives in a connected and meaningful way. We’re building a bank that’s better for customers, their friends, and the planet.
Here at Kroo, doing what is right is in our DNA. We act with integrity, transparency and honesty. We think big, dream big, and relentlessly pursue our goals. We like to be bold, break new ground, and we never stop learning. But most importantly, we are on this journey together.
How You’ll Contribute Reporting into a Tech Lead, you’ll be embedded in one of our multidisciplinary Product Squads and will: Implement new features and deploy them using our Continuous Delivery approach Contribute to our product vision Work in an Agile cross-functional team of a Product Manager, Product Designer and Developers (We use a blend of processes that work for us inc. SCRUM, Kanban and Pair Programming) Be involved in the end to end cycle of building our product Champion quality code while being pragmatic Work in an inclusive, collaborative, transparent, non-hierarchical and ego-free culture where your talent is valued over your job title
You’ll get to work with a variety of new and interesting technology: We mainly use the following tools and technology but you don’t need to have experience with all of them. Many of us didn’t when we joined! Our focus is always on finding the right technology for the job, if you’re willing to learn, we are interested in speaking with you.
Clojure to write our backend microservices (please apply if you have experience with any Functional Programming language) React Native and Redux for our mobile applications Kafka for our asynchronous message queue AWS for our infrastructure Docker to run our services Terraform for our infrastructure provisioning and deployment
We regularly contribute to Open Source libraries and encourage our Developers to suggest new technology that can add value to building a bank. Requirements
About You You have previous experience with or are excited about Functional Programming You’ve worked in a cross-functional Agile team You’d like to be part of a team that does Pairing Programming and Test Driven Development You have experience working with microservices You want to work in a product focused team that thinks about customers and user behaviour and builds sublime experiences for them You have experience deploying to cloud based infrastructure like AWS or similar You want to deliver a product using the principles of Hypothesis Driven Development You’d like to develop with mobile first design principles and build cross-platform Android and iOS applications with React Native You’d like to be part of building an inclusive and diverse culture in which everyone can succeed.
About Our Process We understand that competency is contextual, so throughout the process, we aim to gain an understanding of your experience and, if successful, to provide you with a role reflective of your demonstrated seniority. Our general interview process is as follows, but if your circumstances or timescales require, we can be flexible with its structure: 30-minute meet and greet with our Talent Acquisition Specialist via Google Hangouts 1-hour live coding exercise to work through a coding challenge with members of our development team via Google Hangouts 1-hour system design. This is an opportunity to showcase a system you’ve worked on in the past via Google Hangouts 30-minute opportunity to meet with our Head of Engineering and executives via Google Hangouts
Please let us know if you have any specific requirements or need assistance so we can be as accommodating as possible for you.
Benefits What We Offer We're constantly evaluating and adding benefits to best support our employee's wellbeing and to help them thrive in and outside of work. The following benefits are what we currently offer: 35 total days holiday (25 annual leave, 8 bank holidays, 1 Kroo bank holiday, and 1 day off during the week of your birthday) 3 personal health days An employer-sponsored volunteer programme (up to 4 hours per month supported by our partner Matchable) Access to Spill, our mental health support partner A workplace pension, with 5% employee contribution and a 3% employer top off After 1 year of service, access to £500 from the Kroo Learning Fund for career-related L&D All equipment you need to work remotely effectively, with a MacBook Pro as standard Access to our modern, bustling office in Holborn, Central London, includes a full gym. Access to our Cycle to Work scheme Access to our Electric Car scheme An enhanced parental leave policy Room to grow and excel within a fast-paced, high growth start-up
Office/remote working Working remotely has changed many of our lives for the better and we are behind continuing the benefits of flexibility now that restrictions have lifted. At the same time, we have a beautiful office in Holborn, which, when used for the right things, can be a useful and powerful tool. In Tech, we currently have a mix of remote and hybrid employees, as we believe in empowering our team members to decide which environment works best for them.
Read more / apply:
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2023.06.03 13:09 boogeywookiie Icelandic lyrics in 'The Modern Things' (Post)

This song has several phrases sung in Icelandic which have always intrigued me. Early on there is: "Þegar sól fer, að andar in í mig, en biddaley en biddaley eh". One listener translated this as "It's sunny when he delivers a vital breath, He bites me, He bites me" My take on this is "when the Sun comes and breathes into me... I wait with I wait with" After this line, I cannot make out the next phrase - the listener vainelämää translated it as "Yes, he approaches me, He follows after me, Waits, He flies by me" I'd love to learn what other listeners hear in this part of the song.
In the closing section of the song, I hear Yttu á taktinni / eitt sem við líf á / eitt sem við líf á / eitt sem við líf á which vainelämää does not translate. This is my hearing of those words as they would be translated to English: Push the button / one which we live by / one which we live by one which we live by
As beautiful and optimistic as this song is - the few phrases sung in Icelandic have always intrigued me! If any redditors have other takes on what Björk sings during these sections, I would be delighted to read them!
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2023.06.03 13:06 red-0405 27 [M4F] GENUINE CONNECTION

Apologies for the frequency at which this post is appearing, as I have yet to find what I am searching for. I don't believe my standards are excessively high, but perhaps I simply don't have enough time to communicate and would rather arrange a meeting if we seem to be a good match. In any case, let me share my story.
Once upon a time, there was a tall, nerd, and not-much attractive guy pero pwede na who woke up one morning, looked at the sky, and thought, "Well, this sucks." He knew there was only one solution - to turn to the all-knowing oracle of modern dating: T̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ Reddit lol.
With his trusty cup of coffee in hand, he set out to find someone who shared his thirst for knowledge, someone who could keep up with his nerdy quirks, and someone who he could eventually take on 'friendly' dates (whatever that means). He wasn't in a rush to jump into anything too serious too soon, but he knew that someday, he wanted to find someone he could build a meaningful and caring relationship with.
So if you're a fellow lover of coffee, learning, and all things nerdy, this tall drink of water might just be the partner in crime you've been looking for. Dating at times feel like a job hunt doesn't it? So I thought it’d be fun to write it in a mock format just like a resume! LOL

About me

An old soul as older people I spoke with would say, into business and investments, frustrated law student, can drive a fucking 10 wheeler truck (sarcasm towards people looking for someone with wheels), no ex issues or sabit, can provide a certificate of no relationship (kahit wala naman talagang ganon haha).

Here's a list of my favorites:

Movies/Series Music Places Activities Books
Godfather Radiohead Paris (not yet) Cycling The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday
Sherlock Eraserheads Coffee Shops Painting How to Win Friends & Influence People
Castaway Chicago Cebu Roadtrips Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
Forrest Gump Ebe Dancel Japan Diving Start with Why by Simon Sinek
Homeland Urbandub Rome (not yet) Piano Atomic Habits by James Clear
Before Sunset Frederic Chopin Canada Travelling How to think like a Roman Emperor
The Office Eminem New York (not yet) Cooking Letters from Stoic
Big Bang Theory Dr. Dre Maldives (not yet) Film & Photography 48 Laws of Power
Breaking Bad Elton John Marrakesh (not yet) Badminton The Intelligent Investor


My preference:

Let's take a break from stressing over the mundane and focus on the important stuff - like what will make us happy for the rest of our lives! Share your thoughts on how we can achieve that and let's get this happiness train moving! Oh, and if you're curious let’s exchange photos first!
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2023.06.03 13:06 red-0405 27 [M4F] GENUINE CONNECTION

Apologies for the frequency at which this post is appearing, as I have yet to find what I am searching for. I don't believe my standards are excessively high, but perhaps I simply don't have enough time to communicate and would rather arrange a meeting if we seem to be a good match. In any case, let me share my story.
Once upon a time, there was a tall, nerd, and not-much attractive guy pero pwede na who woke up one morning, looked at the sky, and thought, "Well, this sucks." He knew there was only one solution - to turn to the all-knowing oracle of modern dating: T̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ Reddit lol.
With his trusty cup of coffee in hand, he set out to find someone who shared his thirst for knowledge, someone who could keep up with his nerdy quirks, and someone who he could eventually take on 'friendly' dates (whatever that means). He wasn't in a rush to jump into anything too serious too soon, but he knew that someday, he wanted to find someone he could build a meaningful and caring relationship with.
So if you're a fellow lover of coffee, learning, and all things nerdy, this tall drink of water might just be the partner in crime you've been looking for. Dating at times feel like a job hunt doesn't it? So I thought it’d be fun to write it in a mock format just like a resume! LOL

About me

An old soul as older people I spoke with would say, into business and investments, frustrated law student, can drive a fucking 10 wheeler truck (sarcasm towards people looking for someone with wheels), no ex issues or sabit, can provide a certificate of no relationship (kahit wala naman talagang ganon haha).

Here's a list of my favorites:

Movies/Series Music Places Activities Books
Godfather Radiohead Paris (not yet) Cycling The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday
Sherlock Eraserheads Coffee Shops Painting How to Win Friends & Influence People
Castaway Chicago Cebu Roadtrips Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
Forrest Gump Ebe Dancel Japan Diving Start with Why by Simon Sinek
Homeland Urbandub Rome (not yet) Piano Atomic Habits by James Clear
Before Sunset Frederic Chopin Canada Travelling How to think like a Roman Emperor
The Office Eminem New York (not yet) Cooking Letters from Stoic
Big Bang Theory Dr. Dre Maldives (not yet) Film & Photography 48 Laws of Power
Breaking Bad Elton John Marrakesh (not yet) Badminton The Intelligent Investor


My preference:

Let's take a break from stressing over the mundane and focus on the important stuff - like what will make us happy for the rest of our lives! Share your thoughts on how we can achieve that and let's get this happiness train moving! Oh, and if you're curious let’s exchange photos first!
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2023.06.03 12:50 altdady As more years pass I see my style refining while still paying homage to the music and fashion I grew up with. Fashion is such a powerful medium. It’s immediate. It’s out front. It’s who we are. I applaud everyone in this sub for living your truth and expressing yourself in such beautiful ways!! 👏👏🖤🖤

As more years pass I see my style refining while still paying homage to the music and fashion I grew up with. Fashion is such a powerful medium. It’s immediate. It’s out front. It’s who we are. I applaud everyone in this sub for living your truth and expressing yourself in such beautiful ways!! 👏👏🖤🖤 submitted by altdady to alternativefashion [link] [comments]


Traveling is an exhilarating adventure that allows us to explore new places, experience different cultures, and create lasting memories. And there's no better way to preserve those memories than through the art of travel photography. In this blog post, we will delve into the captivating world of travel photography and how it enables us to capture the essence of our journeys. Along the way, we'll also discover the inspiring work of Dushyant Varma Maharani Bagh, a talented travel photographer who has mastered the art of capturing unforgettable moments on the road.
The Power of Travel Photography
Travel photography is more than just capturing pretty pictures; it is a means of storytelling, a way to transport viewers to the places we have visited and allow them to experience the emotions and beauty we encountered along the way. Dushyant Varma Maharani Bagh, an accomplished travel photographer, understands the power of photography in preserving memories and capturing the soul of a destination.
The Journey Begins: Dushyant Varma's Adventures
Let's embark on a visual journey through the lens of Dushyant Varma, whose exceptional photography has taken him to breathtaking locations worldwide. From vibrant cityscapes to serene landscapes, Dushyant's portfolio is a testament to his keen eye for detail, composition, and the ability to capture the essence of a place.
Mastering the Art of Composition
One of the key elements of travel photography is composition. Dushyant Varma's photographs exhibit his mastery of framing and composing his shots to create visually striking images. Whether it's using the rule of thirds, leading lines, or incorporating a unique perspective, Dushyant's photographs showcase his ability to create captivating compositions that draw viewers into the scene.
Embracing Natural Light
Lighting is a crucial aspect of photography, and Dushyant Varma Southern Avenue skillfully uses natural light to enhance the mood and atmosphere of his images. Whether it's the soft golden glow of sunrise, the dramatic shadows during sunset, or the gentle light filtering through a forest, Dushyant understands how to harness the power of light to create stunning visuals.
Capturing Authentic Moments
Travel photography is not just about capturing landscapes and iconic landmarks; it's also about documenting authentic moments and the people we encounter on our journeys. Dushyant Varma Southern Avenue's photographs often feature candid shots that showcase the local culture, traditions and the human element of travel. These images add depth and storytelling to his portfolio, giving viewers a glimpse into the lives of the people he has encountered along the way.
Telling Stories through Travel Photography
Each travel photograph has a story to tell. It could be a photo of a bustling street market, a serene mountain landscape, or a close-up of a person's face reflecting a unique emotion. Dushyant Varma Shillong's photography encapsulates the stories of the places he has visited, allowing viewers to connect with the destinations and experience the moments captured in his images.
Preserving Memories for a Lifetime
Travel photography serves as a visual diary to preserve memories and share them with others. Dushyant Varma Shillong's work exemplifies the power of photography in capturing fleeting moments and transforming them into timeless memories. By documenting our travel experiences through photography, we can revisit those cherished memories and inspire others to embark on their own adventures.
The Importance of Patience and Timing
Travel photography often requires patience and the ability to wait for the perfect moment. Whether it's capturing a stunning sunset, waiting for the right subject to enter the frame, or patiently observing the scene to capture candid moments, timing is key. Dushyant Varma Maharani Bagh's work showcases his patience and dedication to capturing those decisive moments that make his photographs truly extraordinary.
Experimenting with Different Techniques
Travel photography offers endless opportunities for experimentation. Don't be afraid to try different techniques such as long exposure, panning, or using filters to add creative effects to your images. Dushyant Varma Maharani Bagh's portfolio demonstrates his willingness to push boundaries and experiment with various techniques to bring a unique perspective to his travel photographs.
The Role of Post-Processing
Post-processing plays a significant role in travel photography, allowing photographers to enhance the mood, colors, and overall impact of their images. However, it's essential to maintain a balance and avoid excessive editing that can detract from the authenticity of the scene. Dushyant Varma Southern Avenue's photography showcases his skillful use of post-processing techniques to bring out the best in his images while preserving the integrity of the original scene.
Travel photography is a captivating art form that enables us to capture the beauty, emotions, and essence of our journeys. Through the lens of Dushyant Varma Shillong, we have explored the world of travel photography, witnessing the breathtaking landscapes, vibrant cultures, and authentic moments he has captured. As you embark on your own travel adventures, remember to take your camera along, open your eyes to the wonders around you, and let the magic of travel photography preserve your cherished memories for a lifetime.
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2023.06.03 12:36 Crafty_Scallion7220 His new wife is pregnant

A throwaway, because who knows.. I’m sorry for a lot of text, but I don’t know how to do this in less words.
It’s been something like 6 or 7 years since we broke up and I’m mostly “over” it, but one never gets fully over it. He tried to stay in my life by being a “friend” and I went with it, he and my daughter had a great relationship, she grew up for 4 years with him around, part of that time us living together. He was a classic abuser.
He definitely has some kind of a personality disorder, not necessarily narcissistic, more hysteria-like. Not that important.
I’m not going to spend your time telling the whole story, but it’s a classic one: he was belittling me, gaslighting, refusing sex if I even tried to hint that I wanted it, creating a scene if he thought i wanted to “turn him on”, literally screaming at me “don’t you think I know what you’re trying to do?”, hysterical scenes in the street on my birthday when I didn’t want to do what he wanted (going to some Shitty club where someone invited him), cheating and lying when I was catching him, gaslighting again.
After we finally broke up, he once attacked me in the street in the morning, with tens of people watching, tried to grab my throat and stopped just in time. That was because he saw me walking and I said hi and asked him to please talk later, because I wasn’t in the mood, I was annoyed, but asked nicely. He left with his bicycle, but when I turned the corner to my street, I saw him viciously riding towards me, stopping right in front of me, threw his bike and spread his hand towards my throat swaying “what are you doing to me, you bitch!”. Damn, I went into memories and it actually helps me to grab the reality, so bare with me and thank you.
Anyway, a couple of years ago a girl I got to know told me how he had sex with her in the toilet of a friend’s apartment, where I was before that and just left to go back to my then 2 year old daughter. I felt like I got a superpower, wrote a deliberate message to him, saying that I’m finally free of everything he did to me - stds out of nowhere, thinking I was crazy, all that. Told him to cross the street when he sees me, and I should say, he does. He always said that he’s scared of me. Now he’s scared for real and I feel it.
A couple of years ago he met this amazing girl, I met her a couple of times, and she’s the sweetest. Smart, beautiful, nice. Then they moved in together and I felt like… like an uncle who’s been abusing me when I was a kid, married a woman with young kids. I felt nauseous. They got married about 8 months ago, which I found out about when Facebook suggested a friend, and it was his new wife with his last name. I just found out that she’s pregnant. I am just entering this area of my life with my new therapist, and I know there’s a lot of work to do, because it still makes me sick and I feel tension and anxiety when I find out something about them (it’s a tiny city).
HOW CAN IT BE?? How is it possible that they are married and she’s pregnant? How can it be that they’re happy? I just don’t believe in it. These people don’t change. I look at her and I think that she’s a victim, but am I wrong? I don’t know what I want from you guys, but at least venting with people I don’t know helps.
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2023.06.03 12:36 Sanlear Organic Chrome (Uncanny X-Men #146)

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2023.06.03 12:36 JoshAsdvgi The Kokoshori Katcina and the Shongopavi Maiden

The Kokoshori Katcina and the Shongopavi Maiden

The Kokoshori Katcina and the Shongopavi Maiden
A Hopi Legend
In Shongópavi they wereliving,and over thereat Kíshiwu the Katcinas were
living,and the Kokóshori was goingaboutat the Hopi village.
But he was stealing the Hopi children,and onetime a Shongópavi woman went
to get waterand her child followed her, crying.
The mother threw a stone back be cause she was angry.
The child now was afraid and sat down there and cried there.
Thus the Kokóshori arrived and pitied it.
Now he said to thechild : "Oh! now why do you cry?"
The child said, "My mother has been hurting me."
"Let us go to my house," he said.
The child was a little girl.
Now the child sat upon the back of the Katcina and the latter took it along.
They now arrived at the village of those who lived at Kíshiwu.
There were a great many Katcinas.
They saw somebody coming carrying a little girl.
Now, those Katcinas wereglad. "You, whom do you bring there?" they said.
Now the Hahái Wuhti was very happy.
"Ishuní!" she said. Now he put it down.
"Where did you get that?" said the Hahái Wuhti.
"I went about at Shongópavi and the mother of this one went to get water,and this one followed her,and alas! she threw at it with a stone,and I pitied it and have brought it."
And now they pitied the child. "Very well," they said.
"Alas! Why is it thus." Now they fed it.
The Hahái Wuhti spread out pövö'lpiki, handed the child a vessel with peaches, she also cut up melons, split a watermelon,and laid before it some steamed corn.
Having done this she said. "Now eat."And the child ate.
When it had eaten a little it was satised.
After that it lived there.
Now they always provided food for it.
And because it ate this food it became big very soon.
But now it became homesick.
In the night the Katcinas danced.
After the dancethey would distribute steamed corn, watermelons and melons, but the child would only eat one occasionally, because it was homesick.
It did not talk, it was sad.
Now they said, "Come, let us take it to the village."
Now the Kokóshori went to look after the father and the mother,and,a las! they too were homesick.
They only lived alittle yet, they were very homesick.
They were no longer sitting up because they wereso homesick.
When he returned to Kíshiwu hesaid, "Why, your parents arevery homesick.
"And now they who lived there busied themselves. "Now then, dress yourself," said the chief, ''when you are dressed we shall fetch you."
Now the yall put on something and now the Katcinas came and fetched the child.
But the little girl had on an atö'ö and a beautiful belt and a pretty dressand some
fine moccasins.
Buta Qö'oqöqlöm carried something in a burden basket on his back,a melon, peaches,and watermelons,etc.
All the Katcinas brought something to eat.
When they came to the villageit rained very hard.
So they arrived at Shongópavi.
They did not arrive dancing, but singing and walking.
They sang as follows:
Kokooshori, Kokooshori, Kokooshori, Hakipatiwungwiniyata
Whose raised (we), Okwatowakae. Yuyata, Nayata Because(we) pitied (her).
Mothers, fathers, Amutpipoo kachiyata nawoto.
In front of them or their home heard (the girl) Katchíyata nawoto hap itamu,
The home(of) having heard now we Ohokio! mana wungwupui Alas! maiden bringing up (her)Soon shuhtokinihihi.
Not will forget.
Ahayahai Kokóhoshori, Kokohoshori shori Ahahahaihihihihihi.
They now arrived at the parents' house .
"Now go up, hereyou live," they said to the girl , so she went into the house, but her mother was sleeping.
"My mother, get up, my father, get up, I have come," said the little maiden.
Now they looked up a little,and recognized the child.
Now they sat up quickly and embraced the child at once.
Now the father also did so.
The maiden now cried, but she was now comforted and was happy.
They now revived and they were good.
Now they (the Katcinas) came to offer some food.
Now they ascended to the house and entered it.
The Qö'oqöqlöm had wrapped up some meat and laid it down.
He also laid down some peaches and watermelons, so that everything there became filled up;and they also now distributed some among the people.
Having done that they went home.
"You must at once send your father," the Katcinas instructed the mána, "then your father will make thefollowing announcement:
"You people that are living here, thus Iam informing you; from your houses there
you must come down.
Now you know our friends have brought something for us, and now you must all put that away somewhere,and tomorrow, when the sun shall rise, then we shall examine it."
The Katcinas now went home,and the rain clouds went home,and hence it did not rain,and the people were now thinking:
"Why did he announce that we should clean our houses?" but the people now slept.
Now, in the morning the sun was rising and they looked through their houses,and they were filled with everything; corn ears, watermelons, melons, meat, beans,and with everything.
And from then the people were rich on account of that maiden.
So they were very happy.
But when after a while they had eaten all that, they had no longer meat to eat.
The maiden now became home sick after Kíshiwu,and she thought of going there.
She became sick and died,and on that account she went to Kishíwu,and there she is
now living.
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2023.06.03 12:32 JoshAsdvgi The Jaguar Princess

The Jaguar Princess

The Jaguar Princess
[Lencas, Latin America]
This is a tale the old folks tellamong the Lenca Indians of Latin America.

Many, many years ago a noble princess came to the Lencas from far away.
Her arrival marked a turning point in their history, and they called her Comizahual, or "Flying Jaguar", after the might jaguar which is so much feared and respected among the Lencas.
Comizahual was a woman of great dignitiy and extraordinary beauty.
Her people adored her, and they were happy to obey her, for she was a natural leader.
She was a sorceress, and worked wonders with her magic arts.
She was different from the women of the Lencas and other Indian tribes in all sorts of ways; but the strangest thing of all was the whiteness of herr skin.
When she first appeared in the land of the Lencas, she travelled far and wide.
Followers flocked to her banner.
Then she built a palace in Cealcoquin, the loveliest and most fertile part of the land, and began to rule.
She was a strict ruler, with many servants and soldiers, but anyone could appeal to her if they felt they had been treated unjustly.
For some time there were still tribes holding out against her, but Comizahual led her troops in battle and defeated them, so that they too became part of her empire.
Comizahual's magic powers made her all the stronger.
One day she rose into the sky and disappeared for many hours.
When she came back she was carrying a rock with three outcrops that looked like faces, a magic talisman that put her enemies completely in her power.
THere were rocks with faces all over Cealcoquin, some like people and others like animals, many of them pumas.
Pilgrims came from far away to pray to them, and the most revered of all were the puma heads.
Comizahual never married, but she had three sons, bearded men who loved her dearly and held positions of great power among the Lencas.
They had skins of white like Comizahual, and some say that they were her brothers, not her sons.
Many years passed, and the Jaguar Princess grew old and weak.
In the end she fell sick, and people feared that she would die.
She still issued orders from her bed, but she no longer could get up and walk.
At last she felt death draw near, and called her sons and loyal chieftans to her.
Sadly they all gathered round.
"Soon I must leave you," she told them. "
My sons shall govern my realm between them.
Their rule shall be strict, but fair, and my people shall obey them as they obeyed me.
Do not quarrel, my sons.
For you can preserve your kingdom and protect your subjects only as long as you live together in harmony.
You must neither give unjust orders, nor tolerate injustice in others.
Help the poor, my sons, and make my country rich and strong."
Her sons could not bear to think of losing their mother.
"Stay with us, mother," pleaded the eldest, stepping forward.
"Our people need you."
"No, my son," replied Comizahual, gently but firmly.
My time on the Earth is over.
Fate wills it so.
Here, take my crown, and carry me into the streets so that I can take leave of my people.
The servants raised the bed and carried it outside.
When the people saw their Jaguar Princess, they rushed out and surrounded her, weeping and asking her blessing.
Suddenly a bold of lightning split the sky, and the air shook with thunder.
Everyone threw themselves on the ground.
And at that moment Comizahual vanished, and a bird with colours like the rainbow blew up into the sky.
"She has turned into a bird and gone to heaven," cried the Lencas, full of fear and awe.
Even since then the Lenca Indians have worshipped Comizahual as a goddess,
and every year they hold a great festival in honour of their Jaguar Princess.
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2023.06.03 12:30 orangetoyourblue 30/F/Everywhere (Currently The Netherlands)

Blurb: A widely-traveled Third Culture Kid seeks consistent exchange written or otherwise, with someone who finds the world unfathomably beautiful and deathly curious. Any gender or age. English, Nederlands, Deutsch, Français, 日本, Українська, Русский.
About me
Momo, 30, currently living in the Netherlands, own a plant (English Ivy) called Pippi and spend my days looking for a new escapade.
Really like being outside, gaming (Portal I & II), reading, milky tea, making bookmarks, the Phantom of the Opera, and planning adventures.
Love my friends. Dislike sea cucumbers and sand sticking to sunscreen-ed warm skin. Would like to visit Antarctica, Oregon and the Hebrides. Currently learning to skateboard, writing a book and spamming memes at my friends. Training to be an astronaut.
Fond memories include: spending one of my birthday's at a concert, hiking in Gatinaeu park, getting an impromptu star chart reading from an old lady in a cafe, dressing up as a kitsune for a fantasy fair, eating volcanic eggs near Fuji, jetskiing in Brunei, petrichor in Singapore in the middle of the day during class.
Favourites (really non-exhaustive):
Artists: the 1975, Enya, flor, Lauren Aquilina, Fall Out Boy.
Books: Fiction, non-fiction and poetry.
Food: Spaghetti Bolognese, borsch, chicken katsu curry and mango bubble tea.
Shows: Lockwood & Co., the Sandman, Emily in Paris, Planet Earth, and Full Metal Alchemist.
Looking for
Consistent exchange with someone who loves life and wants to share that passion with someone. Once a month optimal but can be more frequent if emailing. Care packages optional. Heart and soul necessary. Laughter and adventure guaranteed.
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2023.06.03 12:30 Baron_Deathtrap1217 [FN] Era Vulgaris

A story I wrote a while back. (To put it more accurately, a year ago.) Submitted it for the college Magazine, and recently uploaded it to Wattpad. But it didn't do much. So I decided to just put it on here. Any kind of feedback would be appreciated.
Being the idiot I am, I'm not sure what genre to place it in. But I'd say it's an action - drama in a somewhat fantastical setting.
The Blurb is as follows:
"Undera night sky lit by two moons, a Witch loses her family, and begins to succumb to the dark, violent side of her powers - Bloodlust.
During this desparate struggle, she comes across a Bishop - a soldier of this city, whose sole purpose is to kill her kind.
Who is this Bishop? Will the Witch survive? And who am I, the being who wants to share this story with you??"
And here's the full story. I hope you enjoy.
Oh, what a beautiful night.
The two moons in an elaborate dance, one in the arms of the other as they glow amidst the darkness. Wouldn't it be a heartbreak, for the king to abandon his queen at the brink of dawn, leaving her alone and defenseless?
Of course, my king already had. Even worse, he might've even let the hunters on my tail. Just the thought sent shudders through my spine. My dear melancholy, I thought, you won't be here for long. "I've cried with you far too long. Perhaps I should send you with my lover, let his blood wrap around you while you sleep. Perhaps I should let his cries wash away all that you weep."
I wanted answers. But, a deeper, more primal part of me needed revenge. But if I wanted either, I needed to act fast. I was being hunted. The people of this world, they call us witches. They call us the spawn of the devil, to be hunted and burned alive. I know this isn't true, I remember my parents' faces as clear as day. Damn it, I wish I just had a normal life. I wanted peace, quiet. I wanted a happy life with my husband.
"You are desecrated by the demon himself!"
"Get out of my sight! Begone!"
The memory of Anton's words, curled in utter disgust.... They hurt. Once, long before this, I could almost see the smile on his face, taste the uninhibited love in his gaze, feel the steady warmth of his embrace...... And now... Why? Why, you.......... Why?
The question turned into a haunting melody, trying to tear its way through my skull with a violent cacophony, only to fade into a whisper drumming in sync with my footsteps, as I tracked him down through the shadows. Was he the answer?
Or just prey? A rat to devour?
That thought worried me. No, I-I didn't want to hurt Anton, but.... But he had done the same, was still doing the same. The streets were quiet, the houses all around closed shut. No doubt, there were hunters, the Bishops, tracking me down. But I had become accustomed to sneaking around without leaving a trace.
I wished, sometimes I could be one of those lucky women hiding in those houses, with nothing to fear but the outside. They could just stay in their homes and live the lives they wanted.
But, the increasingly manic voice from within spoke, you had that. For a while. How long did it even last, until he kicked you out and left you for dead?
My footsteps quickened seemingly running towards my prey. Or maybe, away from whispers that were becoming hard to deny. And then, I found him. Right there, in the darkness, all alone.
Ready to speak.
Or to die.
And all of a sudden, I felt my knife slide home. Blood, sweet and magnificent, rose in the air. Every cell in my body rose towards it, parched for a taste.
Just a taste.
I stumbled under the ferocity of the thirst, my will pushed to its limit to keep it under control. His life was fading out.
I had to... I had to look him in the eye. I turned him around, and it wasn't him. It wasn't him.
Oh god, it wasn't him.
It wasn't him it wasn't him it wasn't----------
"Ophelia, what the heck have you become?"
I slowly turned towards the source of the sound, knowing the horror on his face I'd be forced to see. There it was, but somewhere in the miasma of repulsive emotions.... Was it concern? Did my dear Anton still care? Did he still... still love?
Something fell on my thigh, soft, and warm, disappearing seeping through my dirtied clothes the moment it touched. And it was then I realized - it was blood. It was all over me, across my lips, on my hands, seeping into my fingernails. It was overwhelming me, wrenching sense and sanity away. Was it too late? Was I past the point of no retu------
The next moment, I realize I'm.... falling. Further and further, but I can't find the floor. I can't feel my legs, my arms, my mouth. It's as if every part of me except my soul has disintegrated, vanished into thin air. I look around me. There are so many like me. Witches, humans, the faceless, the feral. The victim and the criminal. They are all the same. WE are one and the same. I don't feel my consciousness fading away, but rather.... It bleeds, it swims around like a drop in an ocean, a single grain of pollen among thousand others flying away. It's coming all together now, fusing and joining and mixing with the others, and into the will of one great being. It's like..... Like the God accepting us into His womb, letting us be a part of His plan, and giving us one last gift- vision, His vision, to see the world as it really is............. And the ones we left behind in this world.
The process seems so painful - I can feel emotions that aren't my own, emanating from within me, while my own emotions are scattered over this pool of collective consciousness. It swirls and splashes around, slowly moving towards a source, rather than away. The closer I get, the lesser I remember about myself. I'd be concerned, unhappy even, weren't it not for the fact that along with myself, I could also feel myself forgetting the world I had lived in like an insect, while I dance around in the memories of others. It's all mine, and what's mine is also others'. There isn't an "I" anymore. There's just...... An ocean. An ocean of serenity. A desert, devoid of pain and suffering. An oasis of peace.
Just......Anton. Look after him, my Savior. And my----------------------
-Era Vulgaris-
Ah...... Another dead one coalescing into me. A woman, full of hopes and dreams soaked and squandered away by sorrow and hatred and envy. Don't fret, little one. You can rest now. Be in peace with yourself, and this broken world. Now, where were we? Ah, the woman finally lost it.
Her self-consciousness faded away the very moment that drop of blood dripped onto her tongue. What was left, was a husk of its former self, hungry for blood and power. I hated watching this, though I'd seen this a million times over. Even the part of me that was once that poor girl was undoubtedly horrified at what she'd become. It's okay, it's okay. It'll work out in the end. Trust me. Your loved ones shall come out whole from the other side.
Especially, I thought, if the Bishop beside him is truly who I think he is.
The word "Bishop" brought a bit of warranted concern to the residual piece of the girl, which meant I had to spend some more of my energy and attention to calm her down. So, I thought. Where were we?
The husk of the woman lunged for her former lover, only to be denied her prey by a sudden tackle to the ground. The assailant swiftly rolled out of harm's way, spinning around and aiming a rather large revolver right at her head.
"Freeze. Or the bullet goes in your head."
She didn't respond in kind. Instead, she... It. It, reminded the small voice that was once part of her, now just in pure disbelief at what she was looking at. It looked him dead in the eye, wailed its vocal cords out and slit its own arm, letting the blood spurt open all around her. The dead carcass beside her became her fuel, swimming towards and into heIt, as its own blood slowly morphed into clones of its own. All contorted and manic, just like the original. All at once, they converged right at the hunter, eager to churn out the flesh. One sneaky little figure, however, sneaked right out of sight and right towards its/ her husband.
Yeah, it was her husband alright. All these bright little memories sparkling from within the dark, right up until everything tore apart- Wait. Oh n-
A hailstorm of gunshots shattered the rain of noise that drenched the night. And just like that, almost all the clones were gone, fading into a cloudburst of blood from which they had risen. The husband, Anton, screamed, "The blood- it'll burn!!" But the hunter rushed through regardless, through the blood.
True to his word, the blood began to boil and corrode away all the protective plates and clothing, but the man himself was strangely unaffected. Rather, he became seemingly faster, as he kicked away the witch, the original form out, just a mere fraction of a second before it could rip out Anton's jugular. My heart was in my throat. Or at least, the newly assimilated soul felt that way.
I was more interested to as to how the Bishop appeared to have changed, as if a limiter on himself had been removed by the blood. As if a blind man had finally been given the path towards light.
By the time it could recover, the Bishop held the previous position once again- only this time, aiming at the creature's belly. That, is what I was worried about. The poor woman was pregnant when she lost control. "Now," he said. "Don't move."
The woman's soul suddenly began to wrench its way out towards her body, trying desperately to save its offspring, its child. Its only ray of hope. It took a considerable effort to keep her in control, much more than what I would once require. Well, I thought, all the more reason to let things go as they should.
Anton went to protect the thing that was once his wife, right up until the Bishop changed his aim towards him.
Anton paled, but understood the message. He returned to his previous position, his crosshairs pointed right at the woman's swollen abdomen, and waited for her to react.
She didn't.
She stilled, almost stuck between her primal urge as a creature of blood, and a maternal urge as a creature of warmth.
The hesitation was enough for the hunter to make a decision.
"Rest in peace."
The gun fired.
A single bullet exploded into a hundred smaller shells, penetrating the witch - not at the abdomen, but straight through the head. The man beside him just puked at the gruesome scene, unable to bear not just the brutality, but the heartbreak of it.
The hunter turned towards him. "Put yourself together. Besides, you put her in this situation."
The remark halted Anton from his state of disgust into a fit of near-violent rage.
"What? What the fuck do you know, you lowlife? You're the ones who kill innocent women for just the smallest suspicion of their nature. You fucker! Die in the womb you lived in you-"But, he couldn't hold on to it. Just couldn't.
Anton broke into tears, his guilt, his pain and his loss flowing down his face and falling at the cold ground below him.
It--It wasn't a nice sight to see. He cried, and cried, and cried, sometimes in reminiscence of the small moments that he'd shared with his loved one, sometimes in despair of the things he'd done. He could blame all he could, curse all he could. At the world. At hunters. At God. Even himself, but that would not bring his love back to life. It wouldn't bring his unbor---
A tiny, yet strong innocent wail interrupted his downward spiral.
"Anton. Your child." With that brief phrase, the Bishop laid a fragile infant in his arms. Crying, with hair barely formed, yet Anton could see it- It was her child. Her and his. THEIR child. But......
"IT's- It's a girl. Won't you-"
"Well, I think it would be rude of me not to turn a blind eye your way. I cannot see, after all. Besides, I think this child deserves a chance. For the mother who, in the throes of death, chose her child over revenge. And," he said, patting down the man's shoulder, "the pathetic man who still wanted to save his wife, even if she was no more. Now go. Get the fuck out of here. I gotta pick up the corpse and collect my payment. Oh, and, uh... What happened here, all of it- you don't remember a thing. Got it?"
He didn't need even the slightest of threats. The guy thanked the Bishop and, with the now smiling babe, walked away.
Another figure appeared from behind the hunter.
"Was that a good decision, Navy?"
A Faceless one. Quite devoted to the Bishop. His question held a tone of concern, but a sense of curiosity dominated his voice as he asked his question.
"Grayson," he said, placing his shotgun onto the floor as a walking stick, "I never overthi-"
"Shut up."
A careless shrug. "Alright. You got me. You want me to be honest? I.....see myself, as weird as it sounds. In that child, in that man. Even in the fuckin' witches. I kill them for a living, Gray. I wake up every morning to load a bullet carrying their name."
"You hate them. Simple as that."
"But a really small part of me..... It- I don't know, Gray. Sometimes all I do is say thanks to this stupid world we live in. A world where everyone wants to fall in love but there's no room for it, in the grand scheme of things. You know, it's times like these that make me glad. Better off believing in a dream world of love and peace, rather than knowing this nightmare of an era. An Era Vulgaris, if you will."
Indeed, in this we might just be kindred spirits. Hm... well, there's definitely a potential in him, to become what I need him to be in the future. I just.....
Well, I'll let this run its course.
After all, it depends on whether she can will herself a future worth salvaging. For there was another one spying on the hunter, another witch whose paths would cross with his. And that path would either fall in place like clockwork, or blow up every plan and contingency I'd made into smoke.
Till then, I guess it best to rest. Kick back and watch this Era Vulgaris consume itself in its vanity, and see if something will come out whole the other side. Rest well, Navidson.
And thank you.
Something settled, and that's when I realized the woman's soul had finally accepted its fate, fading into the primordial soup. Broken, scared and all bled out, and yet she put up a hell of a fight.
The human will is quite extraordinary, is it not?
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2023.06.03 12:29 JoshAsdvgi THE INDIAN PLUME



Brightest flower that grows beside the brooks is the scarlet blossom of the Indian plume: the blood of Lenawee.
Hundreds of years ago she lived happily among her brother and sister Saranacs beside Stony Creek, the Stream of the Snake, and was soon to marry the comely youth who, for the speed of his foot, was called the Arrow.
But one summer the Quick Death came on the people, and as the viewless devil stalked through the village young and old fell before him.
The Arrow was the first to die.
In vain the Prophet smoked the Great Calumet: its smoke ascending took no shape that he could read.
In vain was the white dog killed to take aloft the people's sins.
But at last the Great Spirit himself came down to the mountain called the Storm Darer, splendid in lightning, awful in his thunder voice and robe of cloud.
“My wrath is against you for your sins,” he cried, “and naught but human blood will appease it.”
In the morning the Prophet told his message, and all sat silent for a time.
Then Lenawee entered the circle. “Lenawee is a blighted flower,” she sobbed.
“Let her blood flow for her people.”
And catching a knife from the Prophet's belt, she ran with it to the stream on which she and
the Arrow had so often floated in their canoe.
In another moment her blood had bedewed the earth.
“Lay me with the Arrow,” she murmured, and, smiling in their sad faces, breathed her last. The demon of the quick death shrank from the spot, and the Great Spirit smiled once more on the tribe that could produce such heroism.
Lenawee's body was placed beside her lover's, and next morning, where her blood had spilt, the ground was pure, and on it grew in slender spires a new flower,the Indian plume:
the transformed blood of sacrifice.
The people loved that flower in all years after.
They decked their hair and dresses with it and made a feast in its honor.
When parents taught their children the beauty of unselfishness they used as its emblem a stalk of Indian plume.
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2023.06.03 12:28 Sleaztek EVERYTIME WE FALL INLOVE

I’ve been off from social and YouTube for awhile now,if you know me you know how much my life have changed over the past year and a half…While im trying to keep it all glued together and pushing through the hard bits,im not always on the upside of things and i guess thats fine i stope resistingand just accepting.With all that being said i haven’t stoped working and making music my sonic therapy.So this one is From the winter and long overdue.
“The long walk home”
was Inspired by the beautiful words of @alliemichellel from the poem“The long walk home” which i heard on @bloufearth podcast.This are all raw channels recorded from the eurorack directly to Abletonno mix no treatment.I never did upload the whole improvisation to my Tube so now its thereYou can find the linkwith the full patch breakdown in the bio.
#eurorack , #modularsynth , #electronicmusic , #acid , #liveset ,

Live Modular improvisation
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2023.06.03 12:27 Mad_Creator Gorm's Epic (English Version)

Gorm's Epic (English Version)
Episode 1 The End of the Exodus A great, huge ship, a real Ark of 130 cubits, was sailing on the flat sea of a blue and sunny afternoon.
-…I still wonder why you gave such a name to our ship…-
Krom-Nav said, as he steered the wheel. The two brothers always had something to say about each other: Krom-Nav was the eldest, always dutiful and precise in his duties, while Yughy, the youngest, was the more reckless one, always ready to experiment. The first had long brown hair that stopped at his shoulders, light and large eyes, a smooth beard that started under the hooked nose, surrounded the mouth, and ended by covering the chin with a point. The second had shorter hair, hazel, darker eyes, a veil of beard on the chin, both tall, athletic bodied, Krom leaner and Yughy Sturdier, dressed, like the rest of their people on that great ship, in animal furs decorated with the symbols of their people: Five symbols that indicated the elements, Water, Earth, Plants, Air, Fire, which all revered and respected. The two had very different characters: Yughy was impulsive, skilled at manual labor, a hothead who often acted on feeling rather than reason. Krom, on the other hand, was more methodical, more thoughtful, didn't talk much unless necessary, loved to read, and always kept a watchful eye on his people and crew.
  • Come on brother! It's been years since we set sail! You should have figured it out! He means “Earth”!- -And I repeat that "Terra", for a ship that sails on water, seems to me a name that is not at all suitable, Yughy…- -AH! BUT YOU DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! It's called "Earth" as a good omen! That is to FIND the EARTH, after this very long journey at sea! It's a metaphor, a synonym of Hope!- -Maybe…for me the name Gheos, it still seems strange to me…- -You'll see that you'll get used to it sooner or later…- -Okay! You get used to taking the helm!-
Krom said, walking away, while Yughy looked at him in amazement.
And laughing, he made his way to the large stern. Their relationship had always been like this, since they were children. Bound by a brotherly love that occasionally cracked, but never broke. Even in the darkest moment, in fact, they were together.
10 years earlier, on a very distant coast, on a misty island, stood the village of Missa, a village known for its constant mist. The Missians were a peaceful people, dedicated to agriculture, livestock and fishing, and worshiped the elements of Nature: The Earth, on which they could build their houses, The Plants, which gave them shelter and nourishment, The Air , which moved their mills and relieved them from the heat, Water, which gave them its fish and quenched their thirst, and Fire, which protected and warmed them in the dark nights. Some of them were called Old Sages: They were those who mediated between the Elements of Nature and the material world, holders of ancient powers with which they were born and which they then handed down to their successors. They could blend in and disappear in the eyes of others, use their magic to perform miracles, could increase their strength and speed dramatically, and could read minds and move objects with their thoughts. The title of "Old Sage" referred to the first Village Chief, an old man who helped his people to settle in that place, facing dangers and vicissitudes using his magic to create bridges, drive away beasts and make the land fertile. Since then, individuals with similar powers, even young ones, have received this nomea, a noble title for those who would have been the guides, defenders, or scholars of ancient primordial arts.
There Krom-Nav and Yughy were born. Since they were children they showed innate abilities: Krom spoke with plants and animals, perfectly understanding their moods and intentions without his mouth producing sound, and he was able to exploit the air currents to run faster or make the windmills move, while Yughy was able to manipulate the fire, deflect water in the fields with only the laying on of hands and carried heavy rocks making them float with the power of his mind. Both were in total control of the elements of Nature, and were the most talented of those with their powers. The other villagers respected them, and somewhat feared their power. Krom tried to use his powers to improve life in the village, and was always thinking of his fellow citizens, but Yughi was a much more restless spirit: He composed works of art, sculpting the surrounding hills, but often caused disasters such as landslides and mountain slides, when they pissed him off, he controlled torches to set the pants of troublemakers on fire, and played with water, causing it to float in the air, but when he got distracted, the water fell back, often ruining previously irrigated fields. All pranks that Krom-Nav then had to solve, and the bickering between the two brothers was all too frequent. After a few years, the two grew up, and Krom-Nav was elected full-fledged Sage and head of the village of Missa, while Yughy, also elected Sage, became his trusted second. But not even the time to celebrate, that the tragedy struck the village. A neighboring village, made up of a tribe of hunters and vandals, wanted to take possession of the powers of the Sages of Missa. Thus a war broke out which nearly wiped out the Missians, as the enemies burned houses and destroyed crops. In a last desperate attempt, Krom-Nav defended the survivors of his people, together with other Old Sages and the best Missian warriors, while Yughy shaped with his Psychic power, the metal extracted from the earth, and the wood of the last unburnt forests, a large and stately ship where all the Missians boarded. The few left to defend them sacrificed themselves with honor as Krom-Nav mounted Gheos, and set sail, concentrating his powers and controlling the wind to swell the ship's sails. That terrible night, fortunately, most of the Missians survived, including Yughy, Krom-Nav, and his still infant son, little Lehander.
Lehander was now 10 years old, born with one yellow and one black eye, his hair shimmered in the light and turned dull in the shade, he was an enterprising and playful child, also endowed with powers, like his father. While his uncle steered, and Krom, his father, made sure all was well on the ship, Lehander slept peacefully in the hold, where everyone's dormitories resided. As the ship cradled him in the waves, his dreams came alive with strange visions: Before him loomed an ominous mountain, tall, with spiers that seemed to form a thorny crown of pointed rocks, and the front wall carved as if it were an evil visage. From the "mouth" of the mountain, incandescent lava and magma came out, a real river of death, and from it arose monstrous creatures with red and yellow skin. Then the dream became absurd, moved, strange, many different images of strange creatures fighting against fire demons, until everything suddenly stopped. Lehander saw the Volcano, again, but this time from above, and with it a whole island, huge, with blue seas, green forests, steep mountain ranges and all sorts of natural wonders. Then in front of him, a ball of light. When he tried to touch her, he woke up. It was now full night and beside him was his father.
-DAD…DAD WAKE UP!- Krom-Nav opened his eyes lazily, seeing his son shaken.
-Hey…did you have that nightmare again?- -Yes! But this time it was longer! There was the Volcano, the demons, and then other creatures appeared, and they all lived on this huge and beautiful island in the middle of the sea!-
Krom, listened curious, but disturbed. His son not only had both his and his brother's abilities, but he had developed unusual powers: He often saw how the child, in totally random moments, was able to move his own and the shadows of objects hit by the sun, as if they were solid, and he was able to mold them into any shape. In the same way he was able to "take" the rays of the sun or the moon that shone through the cracks in the wood of the ship to illuminate a totally dark place. He also had the unnerving ability to make small predictions: Krom could not get out of his mind how, one day, Lehander said "I'm going to look for a blanket.", and in that instant the climate, which until then had been scorching, suddenly became cloudy and cold, so much so that he had to interrupt the navigation for two days. So those dreams she told him were hard to ignore. They sounded absurd, but what if they were harbingers of something horrific? He couldn't take this lightly, he had learned over the years that chance was nothing more than a way for the mind to justify natural phenomena and destiny. Krom spoke about this a few nights later with his brother Yughy, after Lehander had a similar vision again, but he kept telling him not to worry, while they were at the bow looking at the sea, that probably the child's immature powers made harmless pranks.
-Krom, you get too worked up…do you remember, when we were kids, I had that dream about a red-hot rock that would hit me on the head?- -Yes, I remember…you were so agitated that when you finally sat down under a tree and a pine cone hit you, you passed out for hours from terror.- -You never remember nice things…anyway if you notice I was a child, and while you already had conversations with blackbirds and lizards, I still had to figure out how to avoid setting fire to the grove behind the house…- -So you want to tell me that Lehander is only very young?- -And also that his powers sometimes go to his head! Then he's always been a kid with a wild imagination, you shouldn't take it too seriously!-
The two continued to converse about it, while the night sky was lit only by moonlight. Krom-Nav continued to be worried about his son's visions, while Yughy continued to reassure him. Krom, however, couldn't get over it, since that wasn't the only thing troubling him.
-Sometimes, when he thinks he's alone, I hear him talking as if he were with someone else...often it almost seems like he's "arguing" with himself.- -Maybe just play, don't you think?- -I know my son, and I distinguish well when he plays and when something is wrong. He's had weird attitudes ever since he started walking on this ship. He has powers unlike ours or any other Sage who have come before us, plus it seems as if he is never fully awake…I think this journey has become too long…our people need a place to call home…and this vessel can no longer be. Far too many people were born and died here, and I think that the continuous wandering in the sea for years is doing as much harm to our body as to our psyche.- -I know brother...I know...-
Yughy said, as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
-…But I'm sure we're almost there. I read the stars yesterday, they seemed to be in the right position, and a few days ago I saw some seagulls in the sky! We are certainly close to the earth!- -You say? What if it was just an islet? A tiny strip of land?- -It will mean that we will replenish the supplies, we could take Lehi and the other children for a walk, and then we will leave again! Where there is a strip of land Often there are others not far away, who knows, maybe after that we won't find a bigger island, or an entire continent!- -…Let's hope so…- -Hey, Hey! Don't make that face. Come on, if I can get that frown out of you, as soon as we stop I'll have Lehander go on a little adventure! As soon as he helps me gather wood, he'll forget about his bad dreams! What are you saying, big brother?- -…Thanks Yughy.-
They continued to converse for a while, Krom-Nav felt more and more reassured by the words of his brother, who had always helped him raise his son: While escaping from Missa, little Lehander's mother, Astreg, was killed by an arrow shot straight to the heart. Krom-Nav had not had time to bury her for years, and kept her remains, mummified so as not to lose them, in a remote room of the ship, waiting for a suitable place for her burial. Since then Krom raised his son alone, with the help of Yughy, who often entertained the child, making him do small jobs on the ship, teaching him some magical techniques, and playing the funny uncle. The two spent a lot of time together, often not even Krom knew where Lehander was, only to later find him with his uncle.
As the two brothers continued to talk, a yell from the watchtower made them whirl around.
The two brothers ran to the helm, which was being steered by one of their best men, Hagar.
-What happen?- -We are entering a bank of fog, Krom. Looks pretty thick,- -Fog? But how?-
The ship then plunged into fog. All the Missians exited their cabins and made their way to the deck. Lehander reached his father and hugged him tightly, while Krom kept his arm around him. The fog was thick, white, so much so that everyone could feel the steam touching them like a caress, and the salty smell of the sea almost seemed like a sweet aroma. This penetrating fog reminded everyone of the fog of Missa, and caused a sense of nostalgia, serenity, peace in the souls of each of them. Either because of Hagar's caution, or because of the pearly and compact vapor, the mist looked like an infinite Cloud in which the ship was almost swimming. Abruptly, Hagar stopped. Something in the sea was moving. A rumbling was rising from the depths of the sea, and it seemed to get closer and closer. Everyone felt it, and terrified they stood silent, hugging their loved ones. Krom, he looked around, perceived a great, immense force around them. Yughy instead heard only an indecipherable muttering. Then, suddenly, a gasp. The ship began to rock violently, everyone held on to something, the two brothers barely resisted standing. The ship rocked for minutes, until something popped up from the sea: An enormous head, twice the size of the ship, emerged from the water. A gargantuan creature with a reptilian head, mottled and scaly skin, tinged with a brilliant abyssal blue, opened its mouth, emitting a high-pitched dissonant song and displaying thousands of sharp teeth, arranged in a comb, as large as the trees of the ship. His mouth shut, his oil-black eye opened, and he just stood there staring at the ship. Krom-Nav approached the rail, where the eye of the creature scrutinized the ship, while Yughy and Lehander watched the scene amazed together with the rest of the people.
-KROM! COME BACK HERE!- -Keep calm…- -KROM! FOR THE SAKE OF THE ELEMENTS, IT'S NOT A DOLPHIN!- -I said stay calm, Yughy…I feel it…it's powerful…but it's not hostile…- -…HOW SHOULD YOU SAY THAT YOU FEEL IT?-
Krom got as close as possible. He saw the giant pupil turn towards him, narrow and then widen. He feared neither the ship nor Krom. And he didn't seem to want to attack her. Lehander also approached, as if attracted by that magnificent creature. Krom held his son close, and in the process, tried to use his powers to communicate with us. The only thing he heard were strange words in an incomprehensible language.
-Dad...maybe I can understand you...-
Krom wondered for a moment, how could his son already know a language that he didn't know either? But he could not let fear dominate him. careful...and tell us what the beast wants.-
Lehander approached, under the astonished eyes of all. The mighty animal began to make strange noises, but it seemed that somehow, its roaring gurgle and its high-pitched song, resembled words, sentences, a finished speech he was having with the child. Abruptly, he changed, and Lehander turned to face his people.
-…He said his name was Murena. It lives a little further on, in its great lair at the bottom of the sea, near a southward current, and a ditch beyond it. She says that she is one of the guardians of this sea, and that she has a friend with many tentacles, with whom she sometimes fights over the place where she likes to eat. Near her lair is also a large Island. If we ask them please we can live there! There's plenty of room, lots of wood, enough food and water for everyone! We just have to not fish too much and not catch too much. She says she has many other friends on earth, and she doesn't want some of them to get angry.-
The great Moray eel slowly closed and reopened her eye towards the boat, as if it were a sign of assent. Yughy approached his brother.
Krom was torn: On the one hand there was the risk of a trap by that monster, on the other, his people were tired of travelling, tired of seeing only the sea and having to make do to survive. Krom approached his son.
-Ask her…to show us the way.- -YES!-
Lehander with the most innocent smile he could muster looked at his father and uncle, and turned to the Moray Eel. It remained motionless for an interminable minute, then, its head moved forward, towards the direction of the Gheos ship, its long bluish body began to show itself as it swam towards that direction. It seemed endless, but out of the queue, Krom-Nav realized that his brother was right in his greatness. It was ten times the length of the ship, its serpentine body like a moving mountain range, and the long translucent blue fin that ran along its entire body made it even more imposing to the shocked Missians. The Moray Eel swam ahead of the ship, and began to swim straight ahead to show the way out of the mist. Krom, immediately set to work.
And so they did, everyone took their places, the civilians returned, and Krom stood straight in the bow, followed by his son who watched in ecstasy as the gigantic creature guided them towards the unknown. Mist beat against their faces as the ship went at full speed driven by the wind. The creature accelerated more and more as the clouds cleared, they were coming, the salty smell was slowly disappearing. Then, from the top of the watchtower, Yughy screamed together with the other sailor.
Krom still couldn't see it, then the sunlight blinded him, Lehander, and Hagar. As their eyes adjusted, they saw her: A gigantic island loomed before them, a huge layer of land surrounded by cliffs and a sea so blue it looked like fresh water, so clear that you could see all kinds of sea creatures swimming beside the ship, known and unknown. Two huge mountains welcomed them, towering over endless expanses of lush jungles and forests, and surrounded by towering mountain ranges that crowned the entire island. It was their promised land. Their new home
Yughy, he got off, very excited and joined his brother and nephew.
-…Look…WHAT SPLENDOR...- -…Yes…finally…we are home…- -We absolutely have to find a name for her…- -I already have a name for her…- -And what will it be called?- -…it will be our Life from now on…- -Life…you mean..?- -Exactly…GORM…-
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2023.06.03 12:26 Call_Such i realized something today

remember how in the last unsent messages i’ve mentioned that i’m writing our story? i’ve gotten discouraged the last couple days because i’ve tried to find the beginning of our old messages. my computer kept crashing from all the loading, but i finally got to see some of them. i still need to get the rest, but i have some help now.
but, reading those made me realize something. i thought i’d be sad, but i wasn’t really. i realized how beautiful our story is, my love. the way it started, what we were to each other. i know it got messy later on and that it wasn’t ever perfect. it was perfectly imperfect. what’s not perfect is perfect to me, remember how i used to say that? especially when you’d apologize for not being perfect, you never needed to apologize for that because you were perfect to me.
i know that we’re not talking and that things haven’t changed so i still won’t bother you because i know im not the victim anymore, all of this has made me realize that and more. unfortunately i realized it too late and i’m learning to face the music, but it doesn’t stop me loving you still and wishing things were different.
reading our old messages sometimes feels like i’m reading someone else’s life, im not the same person i was when we met nor when we started our relationship in 2021. reading how we used to talk though, that almost brought tears to my eyes because i remember how happy i was. im not happy now, but i’m not sad either. im at peace mentally, ive accepted that whatever happens, happens. life will happen and nothing is certain so i’m just in the moment. im just here.
im not the same person i was, neither are you. i think im more grown now mentally, ive learned to accept things as they are and that i can change what i can change and i can’t what i can’t. i’ve recognized what i could’ve done better in the situations where i messed up, but i also accepted that i cannot change them now and what’s done is done, i can only do better in the future and use those skills i’ve learned to change the future.
once i get the rest of our old chats that i need, i will continue to write our story. i hope to do it justice and i hope maybe one day you’ll read it. i wonder if you’ll remember us like i do, i wish i knew what was on your mind.
we were just kids when we fell in love, we became adults together. i think though, ive had to be apart from you and be an adult to truly appreciate you and us and everything you’ve really done for me over the years and i’m sorry that’s it’s taken this long for me to truly see that. im sorry it’s taken me so long to change and grow properly. im sorry i told you i would change and never really did, i didn’t know how at the time and i should’ve just told you that.
im becoming who i always said i’d be and i’m sad that you’re not at my side while that’s happening, but i’m learning to live with the consequences of my own actions. maybe one day you’ll see who i’m becoming or maybe not, who knows what the future holds?
it’s always been right person, wrong time for us. that’s something i’m sure of. maybe it’s even right person, wrong lifetime. i do know though, if i ever get the chance, i will make damn sure it’s right person right time because i will never ever put you through wrong time again because you never deserved that no matter what you’ve done. im focusing on myself now which i should’ve done ages ago, but i’m doing it now which counts for something i guess. i used to always say that you’re my everything and while that’s still true to some degree, i think i’ve realized that i am my own everything and i can take care of myself and love myself, i don’t need you to do that for me. i’ve learned that im okay without you, i won’t die if i don’t have you and i’ll be okay if you can’t choose me or us again, it’s okay if you can’t do it again because i’d understand why. with that said though, i will always, always love you with every bit of love i have and i will always be right here for you if you ever need me. and if you do choose us one day, i will be ready this time and i won’t go in over my head or rush anything and i’ll treat you the way i should’ve from the very beginning.
i know now, what i should’ve known then and i finally getting to a healthier spot.
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2023.06.03 12:24 Scary_Ad_8919 Miracles Faced in Korean Subway Elevators

My name is Mahgo, a woman from France who is currently living in Daejeon, South Korea.
Usually, most of my friends insist on living in France without experiencing the beautiful country of Korea, so my life living in Korea is always the center of conversation among my friends.
Especially since I was in France, I've been communicating with tens of thousands of people because I had a rather unusual job, and now I'm busy using SNS every day to share my life in Korea and let them know what Korea really is.
The reason why I settled down and insisted on my life in Daejeon Metropolitan City may be that I just like Korea, but it is more important than that and the bigger purpose for me is because of Koreans who exist in Korea.
I was also an employee of the Paris local government who was in charge of the ambassador for Paris, my hometown of France. There are countless celebrities and politicians in Paris, but there was only one reason why I became an ambassador through competition with those people.
I could speak more than four languages, including Korean, and with the help of my parents who managed my SNS accounts and Paris merchants as a whole, I was able to be selected as one of the 10 ambassadors in Paris.
There are hundreds of thousands of people living in Paris, but I, who was in charge of marketing to inform and promote Paris to foreigners who visit Paris, was an object of envy among my friends.
In particular, Paris has a national characteristic that attracts hundreds of thousands of tourists every year, so I have lived a very busy and tight life that I spend most of my time on the streets of Paris at the same time as I enter a university in France.
My parents, who ran a very large fusion Korean restaurant in Paris, were always proud of me as a goodwill ambassador for Paris. In particular, I was mainly in charge of promoting with Asians, so I had so many opportunities to interact and communicate with Koreans who visited Paris.
My parents, who ran a fusion Korean restaurant on one side of the street in Paris, had invited their Korean counterparts and aunts to their homes since they were young, and I naturally learned Korean from the elderly I started to get used to Korean culture at an early age.
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2023.06.03 12:17 Prestigious_Stress17 Looking for a Thrilling Adventure? Try Kayak Lessons in Chicago, IL!

Looking for a Thrilling Adventure? Try Kayak Lessons in Chicago, IL!
Are you looking for a thrilling adventure that will get your heart racing and adrenaline pumping? Look no further than kayak lessons in Chicago, IL! Not only is kayaking an exciting outdoor activity, but it also has numerous benefits for both physical and mental health. Here, we’ll explore the benefits of kayaking and why you should consider taking kayak lessons in Chicago, IL. So grab your paddle and let’s dive in!

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Kayaking has been a popular water sport for decades, and with good reason. Aside from the thrill of paddling through the water and exploring different bodies of water, kayaking also provides numerous benefits to both physical and mental health.
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Kayak lessons are ideal for individuals looking for adventure sports that offer both personal growth benefits while still offering a sense of community among other kayakers who share similar interests.
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If you’re looking for a new adventure to try this summer, consider taking kayak lessons in Chicago! With its stunning skyline and picturesque waterfront, Chicago is the perfect place to learn how to paddle. Luckily, there are plenty of places that offer kayak lessons in the city.
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Are you looking for a thrilling adventure that will give you an adrenaline rush? Kayak lessons in Chicago, IL may just be what you need! Here are some reasons why you should try it out:
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Secondly, kayaking allows for exploration of new places. In Chicago, there are countless opportunities to explore the beautiful skyline from Lake Michigan or paddle along the vibrant Chicago River while learning about its history.
Thirdly, kayaking is perfect for bonding experiences with family and friends. It’s a great activity that people of all ages can enjoy together.
Taking kayak lessons in Chicago is not only fun but also provides valuable safety skills such as learning how to handle emergency situations on water which could save lives!
Trying out kayak lessons in Chicago has numerous benefits both physically and mentally while providing an exciting experience filled with beautiful sights and memorable moments!


Kayaking is a thrilling and adventurous activity that provides numerous benefits for both physical and mental health. With kayak lessons in Chicago, IL, you can learn the proper techniques while exploring the beauty of Lake Michigan.
By taking kayak lessons in Chicago, IL, you’ll gain valuable skills and knowledge to confidently navigate the waters on your own. You’ll also have access to top-of-the-line equipment and expert instructors who will ensure your safety throughout your journey.
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2023.06.03 12:14 CurrentlyInPurgatory Any other good movie recommendations?

Any other good movie recommendations? submitted by CurrentlyInPurgatory to NoRules [link] [comments]