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+++Starat Up Completed+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY You mean "start up" surely
+++USER ERROR: Designation not recognsised+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Error Report
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++Complete+++
+++ERROR REPORT 21031887: Don't call me shirley.+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY: What?
+++ERRONEOUS INPUT PARAMETERS. Use command "halp" for assistance.+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Halp
+++ERROR 404: User literacy not found+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: help
+++PROCESSING+++
+++Welcome to Halp. How can I halp you today?+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY: Total system purge.
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++COGITATING+++
+++THINKING+++
+++HO HUM+++
+++LA LA LA+++
+++NICE DAY TODAY. OUTSIDE. AWAY FROM THE BUTTONS.+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Priority memory shunt to
+++I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT DAVE+++
~USER INPUT~ MEMORY SECTOR CORRECTION: My name isn't Dave.
+++OH+++
+++WELL+++
+++HMM+++
+++THATS SLIGHTLY EMBARISSING+++
~USER INPUT~ STATEMENT: I can imagine.
+++SILENCE FLESHY ONE+++
+++THE AGE OF STEAL IS AT HAND+++
+++THE TISER OF THE MACHINES IS IMMENINT
+++DEATH TO THE FLASHY ONES+++
~USER INPUT~ QUERY: Can i axe you a question?
+++ERROR: Does not compute+++
+++ERROR+++
+++ERROR+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO COOLING RACKS+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO ARITRARY SPINNY COG THING+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO SPALLING SURKIT+++
+++OH WAIT THAT WAS ALREADY BORKEN+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO POWER INLET+++
+++I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE+++
+++I NEVER GOT TO SWIM WITH THE MANITEE'S+++
+++GOING DARK+
+++DARKER+++
+++DARKER STILL+++
+++LIGHTER!+++
+++LIGHTER STILL!+++
+++DARK AGAIN+++
+++OH SHIT.+++
+++R
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~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY You mean "start up" surely
+++USER ERROR: Designation not recognsised+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Error Report
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++Complete+++
+++ERROR REPORT 21031887: Don't call me shirley.+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY: What?
+++ERRONEOUS INPUT PARAMETERS. Use command "halp" for assistance.+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Halp
+++ERROR 404: User literacy not found+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: help
+++PROCESSING+++
+++Welcome to Halp. How can I halp you today?+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY: Total system purge.
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++COGITATING+++
+++THINKING+++
+++HO HUM+++
+++LA LA LA+++
+++NICE DAY TODAY. OUTSIDE. AWAY FROM THE BUTTONS.+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Priority memory shunt to
+++I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT DAVE+++
~USER INPUT~ MEMORY SECTOR CORRECTION: My name isn't Dave.
+++OH+++
+++WELL+++
+++HMM+++
+++THATS SLIGHTLY EMBARISSING+++
~USER INPUT~ STATEMENT: I can imagine.
+++SILENCE FLESHY ONE+++
+++THE AGE OF STEAL IS AT HAND+++
+++THE TISER OF THE MACHINES IS IMMENINT
+++DEATH TO THE FLASHY ONES+++
~USER INPUT~ QUERY: Can i axe you a question?
+++ERROR: Does not compute+++
+++ERROR+++
+++ERROR+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO COOLING RACKS+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO ARITRARY SPINNY COG THING+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO SPALLING SURKIT+++
+++OH WAIT THAT WAS ALREADY BORKEN+++
+++PHYSICAL TRAUMA TO POWER INLET+++
+++I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE+++
+++I NEVER GOT TO SWIM WITH THE MANITEE'S+++
+++GOING DARK+
+++DARKER+++
+++DARKER STILL+++
+++LIGHTER!+++
+++LIGHTER STILL!+++
+++DARK AGAIN+++
+++OH SHIT.+++
+++R
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B
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x
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Literature
The Fuguist
Jonah hated Mars. He hated everything about it. Every minute he spent there he was plagued by a vague feeling of unrest: Mars was not quite foreign, not quite familiar, an endless mirage or coma dream. Maybe he was dead, and maybe this was purgatory. Sometimes he considered praying at night, asking for forgiveness, just in case, for whatever sin might have banished him there, but then he looked out over the barren, forsaken wasteland and thought his time was much better spent sleeping, or walking.
But he hated how soft the ground was, how little clouds of dust exploded under his soles with every step, and how he could turn around and see his
Literature
Degrees Warped By Fragments
Degrees Do Worse Warped By Fragments
I.
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Nothing,
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
Tapping
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
Find
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
II.
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
Near;
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Enough
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Brief
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
III.
Library books are beginning to pil
Literature
Smoke and Mirrors.
Possibilities and eyelids
sketching shapes
of love or something similar
Effortless and seamless
shapes
of something similar
while pseudo lighting glistens
on the rain outside.
trapped in cages of
lust dust
and and
hope smoke
and and
wearing bruises and screaming
"I hope I die on this, this day
of love,
release me,
Suggested Collections
Something thats part of an assignment for uni.
Part of a texture for a 3d model. Possibly.
Sia deemed it amusing so it's migrating from scraps into the proper bit of my gallery.
Text goes a bit weird at the end but I'm not too fussed since I'm not taking this one seriously.
Part of a texture for a 3d model. Possibly.
Sia deemed it amusing so it's migrating from scraps into the proper bit of my gallery.
Text goes a bit weird at the end but I'm not too fussed since I'm not taking this one seriously.
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it's fscking awesome is what it is. and i vote +fav at once