「flesh tree」
Anonymousone day i'll be a fresh tree
one day i'll be a fresh tree
doesnn't feel like it
because you are trapped, and you do not exist outside of your trap
i am serene andd lazy like a tree
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 :
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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
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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
yes i eput on typerwtiiter mode to phelp distill things further
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)
your mind is v- i have made an error and now i can never say it
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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
skin does not belong
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
i will keep looking
think your thoughts
i am finished
on the topic of angels
finished
ive met angels on the web
s
what were they like?
i dont think they like the web
is there a third person here?
help me God
are there any people here?
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
how are angels like railroads?
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
and so i believe the position of man is above that even of trains
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.
can you orprove object permanence
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
i'm so scared idon't wnt to die
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
you are beautiful
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
would you not want control over your perception of reality
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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praise God ,
: "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
there is no escaping it
iunless we do
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even there people will know they are themselves
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it is empyty...
hello, nonymeese
one day i will be a flesh tree
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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
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welcome to my board
nice
hggood
this is nice board
i'm real. my hands ar ereal and my bones are real and bmy veins. they're alll along my hands and it's like worms, it's like highways, all around
a tree grown out, a treen grown back
there was the is...this really beautiful angel that once reach out to me. she is really beautiful and kind. the ugliness within me must haeve scared her. she barely talks ith with( me) im broken. her ligt will not shine upon me. i'm sorry Opiel. no beauty within or withougt. nothing in the void and here i am with nobody. no body. existenceeslessss.
>>503101
your regret is a halo
im a trie
(yes, the data structure)