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Fuck your friends page.
If you are clothed, I can make you naked. If you are dead I can bring you back to life. If it is snowing, I can make everything on fire. If it is bright, dark. If colorful, dull. Clean, chaotic. Glowing dead.
Your workplace complaining is now Beethoven and I cannot hear it when I am shot in the head nor when I break his neck for doing so. I can ( Read more... ) -
Networking. Augmenting visual display rather than visual interface (neural). Connected & bypassing.
I’m constantly connected. People who can afford it (like me) can get networks projected directly into their optical nerve, but there’s a whole slew of risks and potential side effects to getting the surgery. I’m not saying it isn’t worth those risks, and it’s not like I couldn’t afford the constant check-ups and surgical updates required after an ( Read more... ) -
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Today I wore a featureless, blank, smooth, glossy plastic one. The face has a single sheet of curved, one-way black plastic. The rest was equally as smooth and plastic, although admittedly not as glossy. Like all my masks, it had a secure feeling of weight to it. -
PUT IT IN THE CARTON.
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And the ghosts of your past
Will arise like the Phoenix
From the flames of hell
And the ashes of your memories -
To age without life, to die
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You know, I do have this feeling that I should write, and I've had it for a while now. I've felt like I could write something good, and that I need to get something out of my system. But the other part feels I should just think about it all the way through before I write something down. I never seem to get around to actually writting that way. Just ( Read more... )
