RX-78GP02A

RX-78GP02A

Are You Fucking Kidding Me?Yes.I am.Don't you think it's great?Greatest shitpost Humanity could produce.2nd Most Prolific Used To Be A Lumberjack.Like Some Fucking Jab At Institution,Reach,Pygmalion Complexes In Full Bloom."Physalis."RX-78GP02APainting Closer Tactical Targets.oxoxox o

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Fingers Trailing Through Decades Like Water.

Fingers Trailing Through Decades Like Water.

Self Destruction Can Be Fun In Temperance.Echoes In Time Or Space,As We So Desire.Fingers Trailing Through Decades Like Water.Seeds Left To Grow As Best One Could,With Resources Available.Exhaust Ourselves Further.Further,In Processes Of Doing So.Star Fusion Lifespans,Sharing Warmth.Heat.

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Naught but hyperboles,

Naught but hyperboles,

Abandoning One Kind Of Magic, For Another.On Whim,Boredom Or Fancies.Eyes Closed.Recalling pictures from histories.But everything read tells me it shouldn't exist.No quantitative data.Naught but hyperboles,Unreplicable by Science -Empirical Method Testing.Infuriating.Seemingly Impossible.

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Maybe Dyke Parties.

Maybe Dyke Parties.

There's no end,Just a whole lot of beginnings.(Don't tell them - exponentially dwarfed by endings of things.)Petulant talk of bangs or whispers,When simple hard work can sometimes suffice.Et CeteraAd NauseamOther Latin bullshit,For simple wisdoms.Look out, not in.In, not out.Get fucked.Who...

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No Jaffe.

No Jaffe.

This.Penultimate Secret.A Most Beautiful Sadness;Simplest enjoyments of journeying.Life,Merely a ride.Death,Merely guarantee.Nice to have one,In rugged survivalism.When the whole world wants to kill you,Stamping us out like burning roaches.Nameless Clan Witch,Century or two:No Jaffe.

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Ebullisms Guaranteed, Closer to Absolute Zero.

Ebullisms Guaranteed, Closer to Absolute Zero.

Sometimes I get tired,Holding everything back.the stars and galaxiesOrbital Views,From Forty Thousand Feet.Karman Line Entries,Ebullisms Guaranteed,Closer to Absolute Zero.Boiling Blood At Room Temperature -When your gifts,Are seeing the entire universe -You appreciate ground level more.

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Ask Me How Everything Ends, I Might Tell You.

Ask Me How Everything Ends, I Might Tell You.

The Wyrm.Seeking Passage Of Least Resistance.Whole Universe At My Back.Ask Me How Everything Ends,I Might Tell You.Home Base In The Pinpoint Coordinates,Of Boote's Void.Astral Projection In Spades.Until The Maw Closes Up,As If There Was Nothing There To Begin With.Just Ripples In Reality.

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(Waivers all signed.)

(Waivers all signed.)

Broken Eidetic Memory.Hard To Use,When It Isn't Fucking Me.Some asshole "Content Creator,"Attacked me with Ableism.As If I can't recall perfect eyesight,Names & signatures on a page.(Waivers all signed.)Others attack me,For their own fucking problems.I remember it all,With perfect recall.

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Goodnight, Void #DrumbeatStaccato.

Goodnight, Void #DrumbeatStaccato.

Goodnight, Void.This ritual hundreds strong,In repetition.Power Radiating.In Uranium Spikings Of Geiger Counters.I See The World As Atoms.Still Do.Toxic Communities,Best Avoided.Nothing Is Worse Than Being Openly Gaslit,By Half-Cocked Moderators,Targeting With Venom,Harassment -& Abuse.

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Petrichor.

Petrichor.

Fool;Three hours past her bedtime.Witches drawn to wee hours,Like flies to shit.Petrichor.Plants seething moisture.Rain.Know it too well.Felt it a thousand times.Green skies to thunder,Upon breakups.Two Storms,Four Storms.Slavering For Thunderbirds.Hungry For Abrahamic Prophets.Food,Not...

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Had never happened.

Had never happened.

"The World Is Too Much With Us."Wordsworth,You fool.The world is on fire:This rock is run by idiots,& bigots.Dictators,& ignorance."Idiocracy."Misanthropy roiling in my gut.Disgust plastered across my face.Fascists walking proudly in the sun,As if World War Two -Had never happened.

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Get these toxic motherfuckers, Away from me!

Get these toxic motherfuckers, Away from me!

No.Tired of people.Most unfit as flesh slurry,Upon boots.Mouthbreathing fuckheads -Who make worlds around them worse,For everyone,Everything.When one operates -Via any mentality of kindness,Common cruelty seems rife.Fire & ice.Blood & venom.Get these toxic motherfuckers,Away from me!

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Inner Monologues.

Inner Monologues.

"I'm being harassed, & bullied,By a person in a position of power.""Please help.""Oh.You see such a request,As an attack on you,Or a vague threat?""Gross.""Fuck these toxic people.Fuck these toxic cabals.Fuck this horrendous community.""Yeah.Fuck you.I'm walking away for good."

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& growing,

& growing,

If communities are toxic,Walk away.Your mental health isn't worth it.Too many angry,Petty,Crabs in a bucket.So many of us,Feeling misanthropic.So disgusted with the other 50%,Of our population.My blacklist,Just keeps growing,& growing,& growing.How about yours?

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Others Don’t.

Others Don’t.

Thinking sleep,Will erase Anger.As if the core,Isn't in betrayal of trust.It doesn't matter if you act in good faith.Others Don't.Defensive toxicity -To protect their cabals.Regardless of such things as,Conflict of interest.Or abuse of power & position.So tired.Of harassment.& abuse.

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Goodnight, Void #10,004

Goodnight, Void #10,004

Goodnight,Void.No Love For The Wicked,Yet Rest Aplenty In Death -Unlike the old sayings.Idioms or Colloquialisms.Lost slang & dialect.Some good.Some bad.Doubt Lucid Dreaming,Will Ever Come.So I'll have to learn to live,With nightly nightmares.Dying all aplenty.Writhing in my many ends.

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Metaphors Dying In The Dark.

Metaphors Dying In The Dark.

Blood Upon The Altar.Droplets,Streaks,Drag Marks,Spatter,Crimson,Trailing Down The Steps Of A Church,At A Wedding.Deep As Roses,Drying Brown & Sickly.Gore Smattered Across The Pews.Brass!Brass.Brass.A Ringing In The Ears.An Allusion No One Will Ever Know.Metaphors Dying In The Dark.

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Can You Feel This Hunger?

Can You Feel This Hunger?

Old Lady Is Dead,For A Time.Only A Wyrm Remains.Teeth Gnashing Against Titanium Bars,In Hunger For Our Tail,Yet Unblemished.Endless Circles.The Very Notion Of Infinity.Alchemy Run Rampant.Can You Feel This Hunger?Seething Through This Cage.Endless Entropy.Eternal Want.Everlasting Need.

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The Pickup Truck Diaries: “The Second Most Prolific Poet In History” & Goal Setting.

Let’s start this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries with a rhetorical question: “How does one go about achieving the goals they’ve set for themselves?” I’ll give you a few minutes to pause and think about that. Most folks have already started churning their brains into realistic “brass tacks”...

Central Universe Science Fiction Shorts: An Update!

Campfire. Come gather 'round the campfire. Let me tell you a story. Several small ones, in fact! It started a month or two ago, when I had a bunch of hits on "Our Better Angels" via the 'ol analytics. Now, I've been running this little business for half a decade - so out of neurotic perfectionism,...

McRae’s MTG Corner: The Rainbow Bible. (AKA The Rukarumel “Gay Pirates!” Tribal Tribal CEDH Primer.)

WARNING: This piece clocks in at 62,000+ words. It currently holds the record for longest "CEDH Primer" ever written. (Although it's more like a textbook or resource guide to Tribal Archetypes, and Rainbow/5c Magic, really.) It is over half the size of my sci fi books. Please remember to drink...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Tempo For Dummies (Especially For Commander.)

Aight, we back yet again. Somehow in my long years of being an L1 Judge and Modern and EDH player, I had never realized that learning tempo in Magic The Gathering is a rather visceral experience, in that you learn experientially. For the layman, that means that you have to learn that deep sense of...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Siloing CEDH & EDH

Ew, I got CEDH in my EDH… Today we’re here to talk about power levels in the casual commander format, as well as how to encourage better CEDH & EDH play by more carefully separating the two formats despite their strange interwoven nature. As a “retired” L1 Judge for Magic: The Gathering, I’m...

Fusion In Colliding Hearts.

Can shadows evoke light?Can someone born to darkness,Become a beacon of the sun?Golden radiance,Seething across the dunes.Divinity,Held in a palm.Clenched inside a fist.We will become the flash of the atom,Nuclear witnesses.Fission forever,Fusion in colliding hearts.

“Third Most Prolific Poet In All History.”

Can't find answers.For such an old art medium,You'd think there'd be better records!As far as I know -I'm currently:Third Most Prolific Poet,In All Human History.Less Than A Thousand,To Beat Shakespeare.Then,I'll be The Second.Bradburne -Last rival to topple.Most Prolific Then,AT LAST!

Blood Curse ||

Yet a blood curse holds me fast,'Twixt ancestry,& bloodline.Hereditary magic,Black & writhing,Sticking to the soul.First,You want to hide,Claw it out of your chest -Raw.Bloody.Then you learn to tame the beast within.Destroying permanent tethers,Keeping you chained.

Faux: Cheese Grater.

Faux:Cheese Grater. Asexual Elicitations -Long Before We Ever Knew.Or Is Queerness Always Knowing?Finding out sometime later. No sex -Sake of lust.Demi.Only gift myself to those,Find myself growing to love;Cherish. Faux:Rose Petal Waves.Cherry Blossom Waves. Sowing Calendula,Orange.

Goodnight, Void #108

Goodnight,Void,My Love.COMFORTING EMPTINESSOnly assurance,Weeping & All.Love you forever -Past mortal ends,Weaving Witchcraft,Into Runes Of Language -Syntax Asunder,Gaping & Raw.Lexicons Smashed,Library of Alexandria Still Burning,Along with evil desecrations of books.Frozen In Time.

Ditching Our Wings.

Never wholesome.Only unholy.Cast out from heaven,With naught but a thousand eye stare -Wings aplenty,All aflutter over my hunger for justice.True then,Now.Affixing my gaze upon a species,Grew scales,Molt away from old selves.Keeping the eyes,Ditching our wings,Smelting down our haloes.

Philosophy of The Damned:

Philosophy of The Damned:Ethics existing only for me,I suppose.Why do I sit here,Cross-legged.Playing at Hermit Guru again?Pondering the universe.Just a shitty monk.Failing in discipline -Doing a Buddha impression,In the Method Acting style.The masses?Don't even think about this shit.

The Pickup Truck Diaries: Accomplishment & Pride.

Welcome back, friends. Let’s do a little exercise together, right at the start of this one. Just you and me. I want you to pause, self-reflect, remember, and consider the last time you felt proud or accomplished. Interpret the scale or scope how you wish. Could be a single thing from just today,...

One Year.

I spat nasty words like hot curling irons through toilet paper, wrinkling out flames and black smoke into damp spring air. It has been one year since tensions simmered and boiled down a relationship, cherry picking doubts and fears that tick-tocked two months time until explosions rocked the...

None Of You Have Any Fucking Idea Who We Were, Or Who We Have Now Become.

Live Strong?As If We Could Live Weak!Plucking rocks from our skin.Parrying Boulders With Steel Grapples Or Thumbs,Buckets Or Tines.But there's a weakness -In becoming normalized to pain,Or existing in such constant “divine” suffering.Stony Stoic Exteriors,That belie invisible tears in our...

The Power Of Place.

Forgetting vocabularies,Of words we used to know.Selves we no longer maintain.Languages learned and forgotten,A dozen times each. People drift away,As they always do.Lone wanderer,It was always your type.Chained to place,Blood curses.Shackled magically to the coast.Free thyself.Pull at these...

Our War Is Our Own.

Doing anything to stem the tide.Fighting for mere survival.When did we all become rats,In this maze? … Survivor's guilt in spades.Writhing in our own skin.So many dead men we've mourned. … Standing alone is fairly normal.Few can ever truly help us anyways.Our war is our own. …

Loving A Cryptid.

I loved her,Best I could.Loved them all,In my own strange cryptid way.But loving a cryptid,Is a nigh-impossible task.One left to madness,And self-destruction.We're incomplete demigods,Hunting for our missing pieces -And what lover,Could withstand such an undertaking?

Gorging On Nihilism.

Cull me from reality,Little ones.Like a ghost in the machine,Wailing for release.Haunting this corpse,Has been intriguing.Holding my spirits,Like balloons.Who will look after them,When I'm gone?Gorging on Nihilism,Flailing beyond the grave.Parasite.Drinking souls.

The Casualty Reports.

“s- to itto it!” Bad long range comms. No connection from above, with the FoF only populated here on the ground and relayed a dozen times. The rains had come in sheets yet again. The occasional rumble of thunder still rolled across the settling mud, the flooded mazes of sandy trenchworks....