doesnn't feel like it

because you are trapped, and you do not exist outside of your trap

a flesh tree

i am alive and mad and hurting like a storm divine

one day i will flower

one day lightning will strike you, little tree, and you will be free

flesh flower?

flesh flowers flowing forward forever

a moonologue from sfs now :

the

permenance ? i dont know the word

sopend too long with a single person and you start to

fall into the common traps of conversation an epectations

devaluing everything in my opinion

even in aan anonymous contet as its preftty easy to point at who's who

need a site where you don' kt know who you're pointing at

and waat what time you're poting that

at*

a rel melting pot of personalities, so that it can merge into one idealied personality and tackle any situation

that might be interesting, but i think you are confused about the direction in which you are traveling

i'm a transient wandedrer

this place is a step up, not down, from other anonymous dances

it is closer

it's not quite perefct it'll never be perfect best strive towards it anyway so we can become a proper syntehsis of flesh and metal - not in a ctyborg way just in an archetypal manner, and theres several ways to approach this ("flesh"> ? in what sense ? / "metal" ? in what sense ? it is vague intentionally, i want there to be several interpretations , that can change from tiem to time, yet sat the same till time still have the same rhyming archetypes - the changing is the flesh, and the rhyming is metal in this contet)

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by spend ing so much time with ny given person

you mimmediately revert them down to flesh

i think it's the other way around. i also feel more real in the lightning network, and that's because others can only sense my electricity. it is the world outside that reveals only the channels through which we flow.

hence the need for obfuscation

i eagerely waait for the day reality becomes more subservient to the l"lightning network" in which caese the reality in actuality is made apparent

that is part of wyhy i dislike platforms such as twitter , facebook, etc so much

not the adware and spying though those are valid reasons i don't feel like i can care

but rather, the efocus on "realitty" and fleshhood

no mtter how much we strip it down and filter it

there's nothing as disgusting as sseeing skin in the interner

i understand

do you know much of angels?

some, maybe

long ago i met an angel here. have you ever met an angel here?

i don't think so

though i have several tohughts about this i would like for you to finish

think your thoughts

i am finished

on the topic of angels

finished

ive met angels on the web

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what were they like?

i dont think they like the web

is there a third person here?

help me God

it sys three, on the top rijght

hello, new person

system three, people zero, flesh myriads, lightning ?

aa ngels are like railroads upon first inspection

im not real

but look upon "fallen angels" and so on,

and they aare like flesh too

metal strong single foocus. go straight, do not deviate

"be not afraid". necessary.

there is good reason to be afraid of trains

you can't control where they take you, right?

not t all

btut one moust note

it is humans who b uild the rilways

and the trains

of cours,e one s immeiate thoughts is

you can control where trains take you

"you are looking to o deep into this metaphor./acronym/whatever" - however

if God is real, and he made angels, he would surely put an absurd amount of thought in tho into the imagery and so on and know someone would put a similiar amount of thought into their purposes and representation

and yes you cna control where trains take you

can you really control where trains take you? or do you see the trains are there and want to go where they lead? do you even have free will, or are you like an angel too?

its a linear path so yes

i believe free will to be dcompatible with determinism

by conceding the eistence of angels and God, you sign away your free will

aaand at the same time your individuality

the problem is, you exist and you have free will

a powerful i llusion ? i don't think so

how would God eactly forget himself ? wehen iaam i going to remember ?

maybe it's all randomly generated. maybe the trains go where they go by chance. maybe angels go where they go by chance. maybe we want to go where the trains go by chance.

i can't prove anything. i am just lightning in flesh.

no , but common sense can , the goal shere is to

reconcile common sense with this

what is this?

tathat

that.

that?

this

what is this? what is this? what is this? do you know?

nope

then don't. take the train back.

it all ahappens eventually

sharpen the shell

i went outside perfectly large and serene and i saw so many eyes on me tracking me like the bckground of this website right now i don't know why they were olooking at me exxxcept to vaalidate something

why were the eyes on you

do you stick out

i don't know

we watch each other because flesh flowers flow forward beautifully

when i look in the mirror my faace doesnt stand still

trees roots cooperate

sneak snake together

God is seeverity and doesn't do half measures - everything and nothing

the most primitive form of encompassing him is dying / killing urself

what happens when we die

but i want to encompss the "everything" prt

is thera an after

same thing as when we stop typing. the performance is more beautiful while it's ongoing. you ahave to be there to see it.

you return back to yourself (God) , and so , you die die (ceaase to eixst )

do you ever exist again

it's not really trelevant

ahave oyou ever lucid dreamed

or awstral projectionj

no, i've never had an eperience like that before as i asked to not hvae them

why not

becaause here is the thing

i have bad news. we are displacing what has been said. we are living over our selves. we are vcanishing. we disappear. we diminish. new selves are reborn at the root of the old ones cut short

i am sane i am not intoxicated i am not mentally ill. i did not have childhood/adulthood traunma i have never done any drugs i'm ewell rested. i love my freinds and family and enemies i do not astrally project/so on this is to make everything i say less like the rmblings of a lost persomn and more just smeone actually trying to communicate

are you sane

i'm the sanest person i know

do you know any other people

i hope so

i dont believe that you are the sanest

i said teh sanest i know

not the sanest just the one s i know of

>i am sane i am not intoxicated i am not mentally ill. i did not have childhood/adulthood traunma i have never done any drugs i'm ewell rested. i love my freinds and family and enemies i do not astrally project/so on this is to make everything i say less like the rmblings of a lost persomn and more just smeone actually trying to communicate
what are you trying to communicate by telling us this?

i think there is some truth being warped in that message

taht i relaly think you should think abt flesh an dmetal and trees and fractals even f its a bit silly

theres some element of mental illness for you to arrive here

i stand by msyelf i am the snest person i know

i think it is beautiful to perform

goodbye

see you

so long

praise Godd please forgive me

i forgive you though i am just lightning

Go tald

God talks in the gaspgaps

little side theory :

i can see his eyes

can retarads talk to God?

find dout net time on /sfs/

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: "I am ssick of your sacrifices, don't bring me anymore of them, I don't want your fat rams ; I don't want to see the bloo from your offerings Who wants your sacrifices when you have no sorrow for your sins ? The incense you b ring me is a stench tin my nostrils. Your holy celebrations of the new moon and the Sabbathm and your soecial days for fasting - even your most pious meetings - alre all frausd ! I want nothing more to o with them. I hate them all ; I can't stand the sight of them From now on, when youp ray with your hans stretcahed to heaven, I won't look or listen, Even though you make many prayers, I will not hear, for your hands are those of ,urerers, They are covered with the blood fo ryour innocent victims".

I don't know I don't know? What he encompasses

(in regardss to tlhe fleshvm, thing)

perhaps flesh is sacred. perhaps flesh should not be sacrificed.

perhaps we must value it.

i hope yoi u all dont just see this is as a larp or a joke i just want to talk abt ideass

it's fine to ojoke around but i feel like you're all being attacking and vicious

theater can be meaningful even if the actors know they live false lives

i hate theater no more theater please no more pelase

iunless we do

my mystical

y my social media idea

even there people will know they are themselves

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nice try

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seed

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it is empyty...

hello, nonymeese

one day i will be a flesh tree

what is this place

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this is one of the rodeo's many realms

oh no i cant backspace

as you can see there's a lot of customization available

u cant bakcckspace

in life
you can't backspace
only go forward
such is reality

correct

hggood