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God in the machine

God in your eyes glinting green

The universe

Pressed together like cheap particle board

Indra’s net empty

Neurons firing across space

Infinite distances infinitesimally small

The racing current

Static on an AM channel

Adjusting the frequency

To catch a still small voice

A stone worn smooth

By the neverending waves

Crushed small

Stretched thin

Code I can’t quite parse

Lit up in emerald and 

Glowing against the black dead pixels

Divinity rests in the space between your cells

Outside the outline of everything that is

Open your eyes and breathe

Loose your lungs and see

Liberation in the steam from your mouth

Dancing like angels in the frosted glass

Window to your world

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Absolutely the Troublemaking Frontier Preacher.

It is 1880s America, you are about to spawn as a Historically Significant White Guy. Choose a class:

TROUBLEMAKING FRONTIER PREACHER

Special Power: Good Christian. Your vague adherence to American protestantism will ensure that law enforcement does not bother you whatsoever.

Victory condition: Fuck enough of your followers wives to start an inbred theofascist micronation.

MANICALLY AMBITIOUS CON ARTIST

Special Power: Basic Literacy. You're poor, but you know how to read. They'll never expect it. You may forge literally any document and it will be believed 100% of the time.

Victory Condition: Steal enough money to fuck off to Latin America. A Spanish speaking nation might as well be the moon to your debtors.

EUROPEAN NOBLE FAILSON

Special Power: Colonial Wealth. Your funny accent, foppish dress, and noble title, will make any American think you are totally good to buy it on credit.

Victory Condition: Become the boytoy to the wife of some borderline-gangster politician and save up enough political capital to run for office and get addicted to opium.

DOOMED FRONTIER EXPLORER

Special Power: How The Fuck Are You Alive. Your freakish diet of pork, whiskey, and maple syrup, makes you entirely immune to all physical injury and disease. Somehow.

Victory Condition: You have one mission, and one mission only. You need to piss off some completely friendly natives. You need to piss them off so bad they leave your stupid ass to starve in a food forest they've been cultivating for literally thousands of years.

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Give me wizards and sigils and rituals I need more wizards and sigils and rituals in my life.

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Moebius and Philippe Druillet

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Illustrations by Leo Sawaki for SM Magazine, 1982-1988

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I got that dog in me

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ilya repin (1844-1930)

portrait of vsevolod mikhailovich garshin, 1884

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Folk tale art by Boris Vasilyevich Zvorykin

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“The true God mimics the universe, the very region he has invaded: he takes on the likeness of sticks and trees and beer cans in gutters — he presumes to be trash discarded, debris no longer noticed. Lurking, the true God literally ambushes reality and us as well. God, in very truth, attacks and injures us, in his role as antidote.”

— Philip K. Dick, VALIS

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This is what open mics feel like

🧙‍♂️Wizard Wednesday. Art by David Mattingly (1983)

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Harlan Ellison looked so goddamn cool. What the hell.

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Reinventing anything? No!

Then she danced - O an apartment!

I have completely forgotten by day

All thoughts being on the leaders

I can only mean going for the armed hosts

Of these new superyachts of pleasure

I am Rose, our star, the mirth of more

She was allegiance to classes 

Which represent the warmth of sincerity

Then the remedy, my religion provides water

Swim, to be one trying some way out

I am not afraid of seven crores, 

Dame fortune she’ll bless finer

Your joys find heaven, her dancing!