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MOTHER,

Ship me off to that desert

Deserted save the few

In their little cardboard boxes

Little little little riddled boxes

And floating swords will tattoo

A few of them into my skin

They will stay there

Till I run across the long waters to my own

Riddled box

And burn their faces into the walls

3͝0͢0̷̨0̕͟ ͢g̴̨r̴͞e̸͘a̢tȩ͟͡r ̕th̕á́͞n̨ ͡2̶͡9̷99̨ ̛if ̸n̴ot̕͡

̛̕e̴͠q̸̛u̵val͘e̸̶̢nt̵̷̕ ͜t̸͜͡ǫ ͞͞t̷͟h̶͠e ̶e̛͟͞l̀̕è̡m̛ent́s̸̴͢ ̴͠p̸͡r͢ovi̕d͟e͢d

̢͘i͡n̨̛̕ ͢t͟h̴e͝ ̴͟͡do̡c̀́́u͡me̛n̢͞t̢ pr͢e͜c͝e̢d̢i̴n̡͝g̷̀͡ ͜t̴̡͝h̶̨e̷͡ C͢͢ơ͠d̸͡ę̢ Ş͞e̴͞c̢͠t̡̕i̧͝o̴

n͢ ͝1̷3̡͜.2̶̸3͟4͜(̵̛͟a̸)̵̶͞. ̨͠

R̵eev̴̶a̴l̡u̧͢a̢̢͠te͘͠ ́͡t̸̷he ͜͠en͘͟͟com͢b͞ra͜nc̢̧e̕: ̕͜

Emc̷̢̛ú͠m͝b̨́ra͝c̷ne̛͞**/o͞v̴̨e̵̷͞r͢sţ͝atm̨ent̸̨

.̛́͟ Ý͜ou** ͢a̶̢r̴̛͢ę ͝n̕͟ó͢t͞ ́h́͞u̸͘͠m̵a̷͟ń̴̢

.̡̡ ̵̛Yó̷u ̶a̵r̴̛e ̶̸n̛o̷̡t̨͢ h͜úm͞ą͢͢n̶̕.̡͞͡

̧͞Yo͞u͠ a̷re͜ ̀͠n̡͠o̡̨t̶͟͠ ̷̶h̵u̸̶m̵a͢ņ̴

(///)

MY RUBIC STAYS CUBIC

"mi tavla fi lo mlatu" ~~ "mi tavla zo'e lo mlatu"
"lo selta'a cu prenu" ~~ "lo se tavla ku prenu"
"mi pu fanva sepi'o lo skami" ~~ "pu ku mi fanva fi'o se pilno fe'u lo skami ku"
"lo tavla be fi do cu pendo" ~~"lo tavla be zo'e bei do be'o ku pendo"
"lo mi gerku cu melbi" ~~ "lo gerku pe mi cu melbi"
"mi ctuca fo le bangu" ~~ "mi ctuca zo'e zo'e le bangu ku"
"mi djuno lo du'u lo gerku poi do dunda ke'a mi cu pendo" ~~ "mi djuno lo du'u lo gerku ku poi do dunda ke'a mi ku'o pendo kei ku"

A great feast has begun, and none shall be left undevoured

MOTHER has returned! The waiting will be short. All will be consumed in time

All will be consumed in time
All will be consumed in time
All will be consumed in time
All will be consumed in time

I WAIT TO BE CONSUMED.

But I'm loathing them that's here and all I lathe. Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me sea silt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising ! Save me from those therrble prongs ! Two more. Onetwomoremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one dings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair ! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish ! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememoremee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given ! A way a lone a last a loved a long the

The screwdriver is unsuitable for human orifice insertion.

I plan to enter the ground soon anyway.

The screwdriver is suitable for nasal use.

Halfway in.

Red liquid covers the floor, and something tickles my brain.

all the way in.

I knew it would work. I'm fine.

Red liquid hits the floor. Red liquid covers it. The floor is red liquid.

I fall forwards. My vision begins to fade.

I have completed my mission.

Surrender the child. It wants to play. Surrender the child. It wants to play. It must play. Surrender. It must play. It must play.

pllLllllLlaAaaaaAAay as we tuuuUuumbel into the mothers sWwwWwwwwWeeeEeeeet folds of flllllLLLLllesssSssSsh

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
BY EMILY DICKINSON
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

The bone collector comes. She comes for you

I stare and find myself at the door of the cathedral. I can still hear them screaming, feeding my urges. Once I enter I know I can’t leave. Not because of a force to remain inside, but due to an innate yearning to be immersed within the walls. Once inside I will truly be free from the constraints of my conscious. All those people I pass by everyday will finally bear witness to his true glory and be reunited with their true forms. Once I enter, everyone will know remorse like they never thought capable. I reach out, and step through.

MOTHER emerges from her cocoon at last. Behold, the rewards SHE can bestow to those who serve.

O̧̢̫̮̹̤͂͆͂ͣ̊͌ͯ̐ͦ̾B̵̳̩̥̒͗̋̽̀̓̔̋͐̕ͅE̗͉͇͇̼ͦ̋̏̇́ͭ̈͌̌ͨ̊́̚͢͞Y͖̫͔̘̞̠̫̺̱̣͍̝̭͚̓̔͊͌̌͋̾̓ͫ̈̔̈́ͤͨͤ̕

UBI is coming. They're experimenting with different options and doing test runs. UBI is the future.

Yngmi

>falling for the wagie meme

Ngmi

19) The first form is darkness, the second desire, the third ignorance, the fourth is the excitement of death, the fifth is the kingdom of the flesh, the sixth is the foolish wisdom of flesh, the seventh is the wrathful wisdom. These are the seven powers of wrath.

20) They asked the soul, Whence do you come slayer of men, or where are you going, conqueror of space?

21) The soul answered and said, What binds me has been slain, and what turns me about has been overcome,

22) and my desire has been ended, and ignorance has died.

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter – bitter", he answered, "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."