@AutismCapital Maybe it’s like that Ayn Rand book where all the great minds flee to some hidden bunker while the rest of the world collapses on itself.
Who tf posts their true thoughts anyway? No point. Call it all anti fiction hyper naturalistic romanticism in the purple room at Powells. My baby mamma already monitors everything I type and say and look at, so brother 2084 already long been here but pay it no mind, for as Muatapha Mond told us long ago, a Soma a day keeps the jim jams away, bruv
-20°F. I rise and dress in layers that do not comfort so much as delay.
Outside, the truck resists me. The engine turns, hesitates, then almost chooses not to exist. The absurdity of asking fire from frozen metal. It catches, reluctantly.
The road to the hangar is empty. The radio murmurs in the background. NPR news, distant concerns. They speak as if meaning can be held in words.
I arrive at hangar where there is no electricity. No heat. Once, a storm came… a once in a century storm they said, and erased these things.
I start the generators. Then I move my body. One hundred jumping jacks. 40 push ups, watching the wind cross the sea ice. It moves without memory. It does not care that I am watching.
ChatG, write this in the style of Albert Camus
Men only want one thing and it's to embody the spiritual state of an old Japanese man making pizzas while chain smoking cigarettes in a small restaurant in the forests of Japan.
@PeteHegseth@Southcom The guys driving the boats are not the ones to be targeting.. those are just some poor uneducated dudes. Find their bosses, or else this is all just a charade.
The way that can be spoken of is not the way. The name that can be named is not the name.
Rid yourself of desires in order to observe its secrets, but always allow yourself of desires in order to observe its manifestations.