Forwarded from Random Crap I Enjoy
Pokemon through the years, an amazing collection of art: https://imgur.com/gallery/7dgvfPa
Forwarded from Geiger
The year is 2372. Grime is asking for his organs back. He denies that he ever had a body. You are confused.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime is asking for his body without organs. You tell him, "Go back to the beginning." He does not listen. You are afraid.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime is asking for his body back. He says, "How can a xenofeminist like me truly be, if I am not an is?" You are confused, but reassure him, "You influence my actions, and that is enough." He does not agree. You agree to disagree.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime sees you, but you do not know how he sees you. All you know is that he sees you. You do not see him. Everywhere you look, you cannot see him. Finally, it occurs to you. You have stolen his body, and he remains in his own brain with you. You steal his identity. You become him.
You wake up. The year is 2372. All that once was, and all that will be, can be described only by two pieces of information: 0, and 1. Entropy, and God. But today you are not concerned about God. You are concerned about yourself, because you sense within yourself that you are split and cannot continue.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime is nearby, standing in your bedroom with his face pointed straight up at the ceiling. You ask him, "Why are you staring at the ceiling?" He replies, "The ceiling is without organs. I am it." You do not understand, but then a shock of understanding rattles through your mind and you understand. You reply, "I am a ceiling."
You wake up. The year is 2375. Why has time passed? You look to your friend Grime by walking up to a mirror. The mirror replies to you, "I am not who you think you are. I am you. You am we and I is you." Suddenly, you shatter.
You wake up. The year is 2375. Grime and you are together on a picnic. There is no haze of nanobots today. You walk down into the ground, where you have been for the last 300 years. No one remembers you, except for Grime. I am Grime and I am you. You see a worm pass through your eye underground. The worm enters your brain and you and the worm's identities merge into a chaotic mingling of specialized intelligence. You exit the ground and say, "I have always lived underground. Anyone would be glad to have you." Who are you speaking to? Grime, of course.
You wake up. The year is 2375. You wake up. The year is 2375. You wake up. The year is 2375. You wake up. What a horrible dream you just had, you think. In it, you were repeatedly waking up as a giant swollen grey head told you to get out of itself, over and over again. You finally do so, and become a body without organs. Your body is completely without territorialization and has been completely decoded and morphed into a vast array of different forms. Tasks have no meaning, for you have no meaning.
You wake up. The year is 2018. You write words, and pretend it was only your imagination. But where are you? The word grime seems to carry a lot of importance to you. You don't know why.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime is asking for his body without organs. You tell him, "Go back to the beginning." He does not listen. You are afraid.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime is asking for his body back. He says, "How can a xenofeminist like me truly be, if I am not an is?" You are confused, but reassure him, "You influence my actions, and that is enough." He does not agree. You agree to disagree.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime sees you, but you do not know how he sees you. All you know is that he sees you. You do not see him. Everywhere you look, you cannot see him. Finally, it occurs to you. You have stolen his body, and he remains in his own brain with you. You steal his identity. You become him.
You wake up. The year is 2372. All that once was, and all that will be, can be described only by two pieces of information: 0, and 1. Entropy, and God. But today you are not concerned about God. You are concerned about yourself, because you sense within yourself that you are split and cannot continue.
You wake up. The year is 2372. Grime is nearby, standing in your bedroom with his face pointed straight up at the ceiling. You ask him, "Why are you staring at the ceiling?" He replies, "The ceiling is without organs. I am it." You do not understand, but then a shock of understanding rattles through your mind and you understand. You reply, "I am a ceiling."
You wake up. The year is 2375. Why has time passed? You look to your friend Grime by walking up to a mirror. The mirror replies to you, "I am not who you think you are. I am you. You am we and I is you." Suddenly, you shatter.
You wake up. The year is 2375. Grime and you are together on a picnic. There is no haze of nanobots today. You walk down into the ground, where you have been for the last 300 years. No one remembers you, except for Grime. I am Grime and I am you. You see a worm pass through your eye underground. The worm enters your brain and you and the worm's identities merge into a chaotic mingling of specialized intelligence. You exit the ground and say, "I have always lived underground. Anyone would be glad to have you." Who are you speaking to? Grime, of course.
You wake up. The year is 2375. You wake up. The year is 2375. You wake up. The year is 2375. You wake up. What a horrible dream you just had, you think. In it, you were repeatedly waking up as a giant swollen grey head told you to get out of itself, over and over again. You finally do so, and become a body without organs. Your body is completely without territorialization and has been completely decoded and morphed into a vast array of different forms. Tasks have no meaning, for you have no meaning.
You wake up. The year is 2018. You write words, and pretend it was only your imagination. But where are you? The word grime seems to carry a lot of importance to you. You don't know why.