I don't know where to post this, so I'm posting it here.

I need to gain some weight because I'm borderline anorexic. But I can't afford much more than bread, potatoes, eggs and cheese, That is my diet. And I hate eating it. It's the only thing I can stomach that is cheap, but I hate it. I don't want to eat eggs and potatoes for the rest of my life. I would rather die of malnutrition, like I am currently doing.

I have no appetite, but that is a symptom of something else. Ideally, there is a way to gain weight while eating less mass. Something calorie dense.

I might be slightly exaggerating. But for the last couple of years I've been eating potatoes and eggs for almost every single meal of the day. And yes, I eat one warm meal a day. Sometimes I suppliment with some bread to stop the hunger pains. Sometimes I also eat a piece of vegetable.

I came upon an ancient creature in the depths of a crystalline cave. It's body was a gigantic skeleton of a dog, and its head was the skull of a many-toothed lizard. The creature was as big as a house. It looked upon me, and I was terrified. I felt a kind of fear that I have never felt before. Yet somehow I knew the creature was benevolent, and meant me no harm.

Note: More experimentation needed. Rituals will be repeated and tested again. Various metals seem to have an effect on outcome.

I've recently found myself in a loop of not being able to do anything productive, feeling bad because of it, and then not being to able to do anything productive because I feel awful about not being productive. Any advice on how I can stop that?

I need to get insured, so that I can get treatment and maybe some meds (almost certainly some meds), but I'm too depressed to go to the proper office and talk to a clerk and then I have to go to the doctor and book a visit and then I have to go to that visit and wait in line, and the very prospect of doing that makes me more depressed. So I'm feeling too depressed to get the motivation to get treatment for my depression.

Too much IRL talking to too many IRL people. I'm stressed just thinking about it. I feel bad for writing this very post, because I feel like I'm procrastinating and waiving responsibility. I even feel bad about using the word "depression" for what I am going through, even though I've been officially diagnosed for over a decade now.

Advice would be appreciated.

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We were told not to pay attention to the man behind the curtain. Yet we did, and we found that he was indeed there. The more clever among us have noticed that the man was but a cleverly built automaton, and not the one in control. We have seen the trick, yet we have not arrived at the truth.

So if the ones in supposed control turned out to have no control at all, what is left? Is there someone behind the scenes? Or is it just an elaborate game of fools trying to trick one another that there are rules and arbiters while in reality there is no such thing at all?

Personally, I believe its the latter. The players of this "game" are the butter of the cream of the crop. The one percent of the one percent. And what are the rules? The rules are: fuck you, got mine. There are none. But they would like to trick everyone else that there are.

I'm not going to point towards any group in particular. These are not the people who can be singled out by their skin color, religion, or the amount of assets they have. No. The players of this game can be distinguished by their mindset, and their ability to leverage it. And just like in the myths of old, that ability is not earned or gained, but inherited. Handed down. It's all a big party, and you aren't invited. No matter how smart you are, no matter how rich you are, no matter how valuable you are as an individual, if you aren’t invited to the club, there is no way you are getting in on your own.

So what can we do? Aren't we just collateral damage in this equation? Just pawns, never meant to share a slice of the proverbial pie? Yes, good Sir and/or Madam, we are. But there is still a way out. They want you to think this is just the way it is. That you have no choice in the matter. But you do. You can choose to simply not participate. Once a movement or idea gains enough momentum, it becomes the status quo. So, I implore you. Reject capitalism as much as you can. Reject exploitation. Reject blindly following laws and rules just because they are written down. You have free will. Everyone else has free will. We can simply choose to opt out of the system. They will resist. They will send the devil to tempt you (not literally, but they will send the police to crack down on your "illegal building project" you started in the woods). And for the love of all that is good and holy, promote community. Participate in your local community. Find friends and like minded individuals. We can rely on one another. We can rely on common humanity in the face of cold capital.

The Earth doesn't belong to them. The air doesn't belong to them. The sea doesn't belong to them. And YOU don't belong to them.

Farewell and Godspeed.

Hello. Newbie to the board, but an avid enthusiast of esoteric knowledge.

I have a question. Actually, two to three questions. Have any of you practiced any rituals or rites that have consistently worked? If yes, were these practices learned from others or discovered from principles?

And, in your experience/opinion, where does esotericism and the occult end and theatrics and illusions start?

Edit: I really don't get all the downvotes. I'm just asking perfectly reasonable questions. And I'm even polite about it. Is it the thumbnail? Did people get offended by the greenscreen wizard? I hope that's not the case, I like the greenscreen wizard. He has much wisdom to share.

Weird things have been happening... AGAIN!

I am fully aware that what I am about to say is going to sound both stupid and insane. But it literally just happened to me, and I have to share it somewhere. Kind of gross stuff ahead. You have been warned.

So, I haven't been able to defecate for like two days, and now that I did, it was just one small log. But that isn't the weird part. The weird part is that it had a face on it. A real ugly one too. Like a crusty turd baby. Damn. I should've taken a picture. I literally had my phone with me in the bathroom. But it would be weird to photograph a strange looking turd and show it off to strangers on the internet and not a doctor. So I am kind of glad I didn't take a picture.

The second weird thing that happened is that I coughed up a maggot. And I think it was still alive too. The picture in the post is NOT of the said maggot, just a photo I found on the interwebs.

So, either strange things are happening once again, or I have undiagnosed schizophrenia. Or, a secred third option? YOU be the judge! Because, apparently, I am no longer a reliable narrator. That's a weird feeling...

So, here's the thing. I have this setting I've been working on for years now. And the setting ended up with almost 5000 years of extensive lore, and you need to be familiar with several different philosophies and cultures to understand any of it. I was trying to come up with some names for characters in a story I am writing in said setting. And when I was researching how names and languages change I was struck with a thought. Am I overcomplicating this? Do I really need an explanation why there is a guy named "Al Banian" and why the name is actually a remnant from a completely different reality? I'm getting to the point where the lore is so complex it starts to sound stupid if you don't know all the details. Case and point, a guy named "Al Banian".

Another example. There are several creation myths, and three of them are technically correct.

I need some advice. Feel free to ask questions.

All I hear about in the news these days are Military AIs, PMCs, conspiracies and people with names like "Altman". I wouldn't be surprised if at this very point in time the US president was a clone, and world media was controlled by the Sons of the Patriots.

Like, literally, Kojima predicted this. I cannot believe it. Now you tell me, do "Paul Smith" or "Brian Israel" sound like real names to you? John Blake McClane is more believable of a name!

I don't know what else to say. Prove me wrong? I guess?

Edit: I guess I owe a little explanation. First, let me ask this: Where do "You" end? Is it at the surface of your skin? Is that what defines what is a part of "You"? How about your hair and fingernails? How about the microbiome on your skin? Is that still a part of "You"? How about your bioelectric field?

My point is: Everything is interconnected. Information flows between things that we consider separate, merging them into a new "thing" Do you destinguish every tree in a forest as it's own thing? Or is the forest as a whole a "thing"?

This line of thinking brought me to a conclusion. The Earth is basically a living organism of its own. We are a part of it. Everything that lives on the planet is a part of the planet. And the planet is developing a consciousness. It has been for millions of years now. Ever since the first monkey with an internal monologue evolved from the primordial soup, or however else it actually happened.

Microbes living on our skin and in our guts technically have free will and are to some degree conscious. Even without a brain. So why shouldn't we consider the planet itself as conscious if basically everything that lives on it is?

I wake up to the sound of birds outside my window. It has been many days since anything of interest had happened. I stare out of the window for a while, observing the birds and the people walking below. I never liked the people around here. Each bringing in strange smells and making weird noises. I never trusted them. There was only one person I trusted. My only friend. The apartment stays silent. Nothing happens. It's so nice. So calm... And so boring. It has been so stagnant lately. The only form of entertainment around here is killing flies, end even that has its limits when it comes to entertainment value. And the smell... It's been getting worse over the days. Without anything better to do, I finally get up and walk into the other room. There, at the dining room table sits my friend. The only person I ever trusted. They've been sitting there for quite a while now. Several days in fact. Flies buzz around them, landing on their face, crawling in and out their mouth and nostrils. The smell has really gotten strong. I hope they do something about it soon. And they haven’t filled my bowl in days. I calmly walk up to my friend, and begin eating.

Hello.

Taking advantage of the gift of free will, I have decided that physical reality is no longer relevant or interesting to me. I'm going to leave material science to people who actually understand it and can verbalize their beliefs and opinions properly. Now with that out of the way, I can actually talk about what this post is about.

I've been schizo-maxxing recently, and ever since I started, I've been aura-mogging all the local hylics, spiking their cortisol levels. And let me tell you, I never felt better being myself. I used to dress and act in a way that made me blend into the background. I didn't want to be seen. Now, I simply do not care. I have the physical strength and mental fortitude to deflect any would-be hater. Why aren't people doing this? They all look the same. Baggy black pants, and shirts. Sometimes they go wild and wear a white shirt. Where did the whimsy go? Why am I the weird one for wearing charms made of human hair and teeth? Also copper. And yes, I do that. And I haven't been cursed ever since I started doing it. So, the results speak for themselves.

What I am trying to say is: Bringing whimsy and the suspension of disbelief back into my life was one of the best decisions I have made in a long while. So, while you people try to conform and support the system of exploitation, I'll be minimizing my loosh production with extreme hedonism. Have a great day, and I hope this post helped you in some way. Even if it's just a vaguely entertaining bunch of words on a screen.

Controversial opinion: When a paid service such as a streaming subscription has a worse selection of media and more ads than a free service that is technically piracy, you are not only justified, but morally obligated to use the free version.

That forces the subscription services to either change their business model and customer service practices or lose customers permanently. Because let me tell you, once you go free, you never go back. Why would you pay nine dollars a month for a service with in-player ads if you can have a bigger selection of content and only banner ads, without paying a subscription at all?

But what about the artists? You may ask. That is a good question. Streaming services already pay the equivalent of jack and shit to the creators. So what are you going to do with that nine dollars of disposable income now that you no longer pay the salary of the Netflix board members? Commission an artist. Or just donate to an artist. You will feel better about it, and it will actually help in creating art. Now isn't that a novel idea.

Or, alternatively, keep the nine bucks a month in your pocket. Buy rice with it. A lot of rice. And dried beans. Get ready for the food shortages that are sure to come in the following years.

Let me explain. Out of all the conspiracies I engaged with recreationally, this one is one of the few that actually seem legit. This one, the Stargate Project, MKUltra, and that one about the secretive group of elites running the world. Maybe that Bush indirectly contributed to the tragedy of 9/11.

So here's the deal. There was this guy, and he made this dye, and the US military (the go-to guinea pigs) tested this dye in nightvision goggles, and allegedly they saw demons and stuff. Now, I don't know about all that. I'm not sure an ex-military guy talking about how he saw demons flying alongside his helicopter in Vietnam is a legitimate source of information. But it IS suspicious that all the research into the topic was silenced. That the dye itself is a regulated substance, even though it isn't dangerous enough to justify that. And that anyone who dares to try and verify these claims is discredited. I'm not saying this is actually what people say this is, but it for sure smells like something is up.

Does anyone have any actually confirmed information about this dye? Because trying to research it is a bit of a roller coaster of extreme skeptics, 5 star reviews on strange websites, and a general feeling of confusion. Also, a lot of threads going cold without an explanation. Does anyone here know ANYTHING about this?

I am in possession of a jar containing a collection of assorted bugs and insects. The whole collection fits in a small 285 ml jar. Within the collection you will find: At least two kinds of moths common to uncommon quality, house flies (common), various spiders of common to rare quality, wasps (common), and a possibility of a few insects of quality higher than rare, but I'm not sure about these, I'm not an expert.

To purchase the collection simply place a bid in the comments or PM me your offer. The highiest bid will receive the full collection. I need to get rid of this thing before the 21st of December 2026 (for completely unrelated reasons).

Feel free to ask questions about the collection itself, or shipping methods.

WARNING: If you purchase the collection DO NOT open the jar before December 21st 2026. The jar is NOT cursed, and neither is it a component in a curse. Just don't open it before the 21st of December. Thank you.

Lowest I'll go on it is 70 USD or one goat, I know what I have.

It happened. I thought this only ever happened to people who are lonely and desperate, but it happened to me. Whatever that says about me, I can't say.

So I was sitting across from a stranger at a train, and imagined the life we could've had together if only we talked and hit it off. Long story short, I didn't say anything, and now will probably remember this day until I'm old and wrinkly, thinking "It could've been awsome. She could've been the one."

Anyway, unlike all you lazy plebeians (no offense), I actually solved this problem.

Introducing the Phero-Sense (patent pending), a new better way to tell if she/he is into you. Humans are basically nose blind when it comes to sensing hormones and pheromones of other humans. But we have machines that can sense these things no problem. No longer will you be forced to sit across the most beautiful person you've seen all your life and wonder "maybe?". Now you can know for sure.

Our patent pending technology analizes the pheromone output of another person and then matches it against yours, telling you with a high degree of accuracy: 1. if that person is "attracted" to you and in what way (friend, partner, sibling). 2. If you are genetically compatible with that person.

I have no prototype and no funding. You can send me money via carrier pigeon, although you WILL have to pay for first shipping the pigeon to your location.

Hello. This tutorial will teach you how to be a good, successful Hylic in today's world.

First things first, disregard things like spirituality and philosophy. They are just lies created to keep you from acquiring money and status. If someone calls you soulless, call them broke. If someone calls you basic, insult their appearance. Always remember, you have the right answer, and you know the proper way through life. So keep your eyes forward, focus on your goal, and never listen to criticism of any kind.

To win at life, first thing that you will need to acquire is conventionally attractive looks. Research what the majority of the population finds attractive and embody it. Whether it be in looks or in how you act, the majority should always dictate who you are.

The second thing you will require is value. Monetary value, as that is the only kind of value that matters. Beauty and art exist only to facilitate the creation of value. Acquire value by any means necessary, and remember, morality is more subjective the more value you hold. Once you have enough value, it won't matter if you did anything morally wrong to get it.

The third, and arguably most important thing you will need is status. Social status. The most important thing there is is how other people see you. So make sure they see you as better than them. Because you are better than them. You have conventionally attractive looks and a high value. People who don't have those things don't matter.

Now let's get into the meat of it. Let's face it, you were never good with metaphors. But that doesn't matter as long as nobody notices, so let me explain this more.

1. Appearance.

Firstly, appearance. This is how you appear to people. How they look at you and what they think of you. What is considered "good" or "attractive" appearance is determined by the consensus, so always look to the popular opinion to know what is good and what is bad, in both appearance and actions.

Choose an identity that appeals to the public at large. The best options are usually related to pop culture and media. It really doesn't matter what you choose, as long as people like you for it and want to engage with you because of it. Approval should be the first thing you consider when choosing an identity.

How you act impacts how people see you. You can't just look good from afar and expect results. Your actions have direct consequences in how people perceive you, so always remember to pander to the group you are currently engaging with. Learn their moral code and how they think, and act accordingly to garner approval.

Your apperance is only attractive as long as there isn't a more attractive person nearby. When confronted with a more attractive person, act humble and take note of what makes them different from you. Once you learn their mannerisms and how they act, try to imitate them to gauge the reaction of your own group. Ideally, your personality should be an amalgam of all the personalities other people find attractive.

You are empty. So the only way that you could ever feel happy and fulfilled is external validation. Fill your social circle with people who will validate your choices so that you can be truly happy.

1. Money.

Money is the ultimate measure of value. If someone doesn't have money, they have no value, so you should focus on acquiring as much money as possible to maximize your personal value at any cost.

If something doesn't produce value, it is worthless. You should ignore and disregard all things that do not have monetary value. Contrarily, if something has a high monetary value, it should be important to you.

Do not be afraid of thoughts and emotions, they are not real. The only thing that is real is value. As long as you have value you can be sure that you are doing everything right. People who argue against that are wrong on the matter of principle, as they focus on things different than value.

Things like hobbies and passions should have no place in your life if they do not produce value. Enjoyment is not value. Value is enjoyment. If anyone tells you otherwise, they are fools who don't know what they are talking about. Value is everything, and don't let anyone convince you otherwise.

Once you are acquiring as much value as possible, you shouldn't rest, you should optimize. There are always things to improve, waste to cut out, inefficiency to smooth over. You should optimize everything about yourself, and make your life as efficient as possible to further facilitate value acquisition.

1. Status.

The two previous things exist only so that you can acquire this one. Status is the most important thing about a person.

If someone's social status is lower than yours, they are inferior to you, and it is correct to treat them as such. If someone's social status is lower then you, it is clear that they haven't worked as hard as you, and are therefore lazy and worthless. If someone is worthless, it is perfectly fine to take advantage of them. In fact, they deserve to be taken advantage of, because they clearly aren't as dedicated and focused as you.

You can't be immortal. Yet. Status is the closest thing to immortality we have. If you have high status, you will live forever in the minds of the people. Think about the pharaohs who ordered that the pyramids built. Think about the monuments to presidents. That is a symbol of status. That is immortality. Nobody remembers the peasants, they remember the king. When your body is dust and rot, your status will remain, so you should focus all your energy on cultivating as much of it as possible.

Once you are the most attractive person in the room, and have more money than God, the only thing that remains is how people perceive you as a person.

The image of yourself that you present to people should be idealized and curated. Nothing good ever comes from having flaws, so people should think you don't have any. But if you do find something about yourself that could be considered a flaw, you should bury and hide that part of yourself, so that no one can ever know.

The goal is to be seen as the master of the material world. Once you have enough status, things that are "human" no longer concern you.

You know what they say "If you fish a man, you will feed him for the rest of his life, but if you man a fish, you you will fish for a day." And I think that is a beautiful sentiment. Sometimes words that are completely meaningless hold the most meaning of all.

On a planet, on a continent, in a country, inside of a building, in a small, cluttered room, there was a man. This man was no ordinary man, for he was a protagonist of a story. It was around six fourty AM and after finishing his breakfast beer, our unlikely protagonist got to work. Nobody likes a narrative that is too self-aware, so from now on, we will call our protagonist "Jim", for the fact that he was given that very name at birth.

After finishing the exchange of liquids in the bathroom, Jim closed the bathroom door, turned off the bathroom lights, kneeled in front of the bathroom door from the outside and knocked three times. After around five seconds, he knocked again. Three knocks. And after another several seconds, a voice could be heard from within the darkness. "I am here." The voice spoke, its intonation calm yet full of authority.

"I'm ready." Jim answered, his voice unshaken and sure.

"Then listen, and listen well." the voice responded. "The letter B in LGBT stands for..." A pause "It stands for..." "Yes? What does it stand for?" "It stands for... Black..." "Thank you for your wisdom." "Don't mention it. Come tomorrow for more wisdom."

After consulting the darkness residing within the bathroom, it was time to get to work. With some effort, Jim made a sandwitch and sat in front of the TV, where colorful images swirled and changed, lulling his rational mind to sleep. Within those images, Jim saw a smiling horse. A horse smiling with too many teeth. Too many teeth. Too many sharp, sharp teeth.

After finishing his sandwitch end experiencing the horrors of popular media, it was finally time to get to work. But a sudden, unexpected noise broke his concentration. It was the dog panting right next to him, alerting his beloved owner that it was time to go check the perimeter for possible hostiles such as squirrels and cats. After putting on a pair of faded jeans and an even more faded t-shirt, Jim walked out of his apartment, along with the canine. As the two walked don the road, Jim heard a terrible, terrible noise. A shriek that a banshee would not be ashamed of. It was one of the local human larvae attempting to test Darwin's theory of natural selection. Jim paid them no mind, aside from a disappointed, almost disgusted grimace on his face. After returning from the morning rounds around the mass personel storage unit he resided in, Jim returned to his apartment, and now it was time to get to work.

It was now around nine AM, and the sun was mercilessly shining onto the flat concrete that composed Jim's natural environment, heating it in preparation for the hell that was to be the afternoon. Jim finally sat down at his desk, already tired after barely 30 hours of being continuously awake. It wasn't a problem, in fact, it was a blessing. As without such tiredness, the thoughts would not let Jim sleep at all. But there was still work to be done, and now was the time to do it.

Jim sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen. Maybe a coffee was in order. Maybe Jim needed something to get his neurons moving again, so he could actually do some work. Jim once again stepped into his kitchen, this time accompanied by the constant noise of a radio. As he put the kettle on and opened the coffee tin, he briefly focused on the constant noise coming from the electronic box. It spoke of terrible things. Jim did not want to listen, so he changed the station to some music instead. But none of the stations had the music he liked, so he turned off the radio altogether. Now, with a fresh perspective on the world and a hot cup of coffee in hand, it was time to get to work.

Jim once again sat down in front of his desk. This time, turning on the computer instead of just staring at a blank screen. As the boot sequence started, Jim took a sip of his coffee. It was disgusting. Jim always hated the taste and smell of coffee. But this is what normal people drink to get their energy, and Jim needed some normal things in his routine, mostly for counterbalance. After letting the shivers of disgust run their course through his body, Jim was finally ready to get to work.

As Jim opened the web browser, the first thing that jumped out at him was the daily news feed. Another tragedy. Another law restricting freedoms. Another day of another war. Jim didn't care about any of it. Reading the news only ever made him angry. And ins not like any of it would ever affect him. Not out here. This was the real world, where words don't have power. Jim opened his favorite blog site, and began writing.

"I learned something new today," his blog post began "sometimes the things that hold no meaning, are the most meaningful of all..."

In my years existing on this planet you people call "Earth" I have had a lot of time to think. And when you have a lot of time to do something, you tend to get weird with it. And so I did. I thought about many weird things. Considered impossible scenarios. Explored unlikely situations. But in all those years of thinking, one thing remained a constant. And I call this "thing" the Golden Method.

The Golden Method is a combination of memetics, philosophy, spirituality, and good old fashioned social manipulation that will lead to crystallizing the Great Attractor. The Process is already running, and the Golden Method is a template for how the process should run.

So what the hell am I talking about? That is a great question, I'm glad you asked. I'm talking about the end state of all things. The output of the computational process we call "The Universe".

We will now officially leave the frame of reference we call "reality" and enter a realm of pure metaphor. Please buckle your seat belts and keep all your body parts inside the cart. Touching each other is allowed, but no taking off your clothes or getting sexual. Now let's begin this wild ride.

At the beginning of time, when time was still young and wild, and didn't want to be defined as a simple line, there was a being so powerful that nothing was beyond their grasp. They could have anything they ever wanted, experience anything they could imagine. But there was one thing that they could never create. And that thing was their own equal. For it was a lonely life, being all knowing and all powerful. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to share this infinite burden with. So, in a flash of brilliance, this all powerful being created the universe. The creation had one purpose, to be a cradle for a new being. A being that would equal the all mighty in all aspects, but would not be their creation. Not a child, a partner. And so, the gestation process began...

In the olden days, back when forests grew wild and animals ran free, there was a man so wise that he could predict and engineer any situation. He could accomplish anything he wanted, lead to whatever outcome he pleased. But there was one thing stopping him from doing that. And that thing was the lack of means to implement his plans. For it was a pointless exercise, simulating situations he could never set up to work in real life. So, in a flash of brilliance, the wise man created a method. The method was a way of thinking that would allow others to reach the same enlightenment that the man reached. To allow others to accomplish almost anything they set their mind to. Make the masses not subordinates, but free thinkers with the means to accomplish anything. And so, the Golden Method began...

In a forge, a smith creates a tool. It is like no other tool that was ever created. Made to solve a problem nobody ever solved. In the far future, this tool will be common, used in many applications, and used to create new tools that solve new problems.

In a dark, damp bog, a frog lays its eggs. This particular frog is very special. It's offspring have a particular mutation that will lead to the creation of a completely new species in a short few thousand years. The frog does not know about any of that, and neither does it care. After laying its eggs, the frog simply hops away. And not long after, it is eaten by a bird.

A bird flies through the sky above a damp bog. It suddenly spots a frog. How fortunate. It swoops down and captures its prey, killing it and eating it. The bird then returns to its nest, where her chicks await their meal. The mother bird feeds her children.

In the vastness of a deep, dark void, there is a human skull. Behind the skull, there is an eye.

Someone awakens from a vivid dream. They recall the images they saw. Birds and frogs and tools and eyes. "What a strange dream," they think. The images fade from their mind almost as quickly as they have appeared. The person gets up and gets ready for work. They do not understand the implications of what they saw, and neither do they care. And not long after, they are robbed in an alley, and lose their government issued ID through no fault of their own.

A man stands in the town square, preaching his wisdom, claiming to have the answers. He is called a fool by the townspeople. A man sits quietly on a bench, knowing that he does not know enough to either agree with the preacher or the townsfolk. He is just as foolish as the rest of them.

After a "short break" I return.

I am happy to announce that I am no longer suffering from psychosis and delusions of grandeur.

But that does not mean the "Project" is over, just that I'll be looking at it with a more sober mind. And maybe actually get somwhere productive instead of... whatever I've been doing so far. I'd call it "spiraling". I've been "spiraling".

Good news: I'm back on Lemmy to annoy y'all with strange questions. Bad news is that I'm back on Lemmy to annoy y'all with strange questions. So please try to take the good with the bad.

Let us not repeat the Aristotle "thing". I like my poisons in non-lethal dosages.

In any case, you can expect more strange and esoteric things from yours truly. Do not trust the word on the street, I have not been dead or kept in a secure compound in New Mexico for research purposes. Especially the latter. That never happened.

Cheers. And I'll see you when I see you.

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