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On Preaching: Why you should proselytize.
A lot of christian sects believe that people who aren’t christians will be subjected to eternal torment, since these christians are nice people, they try to get people to convert to Christianity. Their intolerance is born from love, if they hated you they wouldn’t feel much of an obligation to stop you from experiencing pain.…
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A Curio guide to AI
A picture is worth a thousand words, but nowadays you can make do with about 25. In 2018, the coolest thing I knew was that you could get an app to read your ebook aloud in a weird voice. TTS was great but let me introduce you to it’s cousin TTI.. Everything changed when the…
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A possible Glass bead game.
A possible Glass bead game. The glass bead game for those that may not know, is a fictional game created by Herman Hesse in his titular book. It revolves around the concept of an all-encompassing system. The Game. This game enables players to equate mathematical concepts with musical concepts with linguistic concepts etc. Very similar…
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AI Alignment is a moot point.
I want to write a long disclaimer about how ignorant I am and how aware of it I am and so forth. I’ll just go with a simple “These are just my thoughts and I’m eager to be corrected, I’m not foisting them on anyone and while I think I am right, I know I…
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Triptych
In Search of. The hot wax dripped down the candle, it was hot and Tesla welcomed the scalding for the counterpoint it gave to the rest of his surroundings. It was cold, vast, and empty. He shouldered a heavy door open and peered inside, the voices that had seemed so dim and promising were clear…
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Tribal Marks: The horrors of being a living culture confluence
Bin gar keine Russin Stamm’ aus Litauen, Echt deutsch. This line is in an English poem and one blogger commenting on it refers to the Tower of Babel curse, a sort of rootlessness that plagued the multilingual elite of Europe. It’s an aptly fitting metaphor for the headspace I find myself growing into recently. As…
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The Palm nut Game
A campfire is Nature’s musical, the flames dance out scenes, one flame gave a deep bow to another as it jumped, changed colour, and grew taller. The other flamed circled around them, waving back and forth, their harsh language providing unrhythmic acoustic accompaniment. The boy and the night watched but the fire did not fear,…
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How much is a life worth?
I have thought a lot and often asked people; How much do you think a life is worth? Most demur ar are incensed by such a question. Once, someone said “The cost of the cheapest way to kill them.” We could even try to pretentiously make a formula, something along the lines of: COL= Cheapest…
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The mythical “They” of the Yoruba
“Won” This simple Yoruba word, a shortened form of “Awon” is a staple in the Yoruba language and culture. Linguistically, it represents the plural pronoun, They. Culturally, it refers to the most dreaded force in Yorubaland; Awon Aye. Awon Aye, the people of the world or better still The World are to lay-yoruba what the…
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The Agbada Inheritance.
IN a village called Opo-Ina, a rich man once lived with his twelve sons, although he had once had three wives they were all dead and now he was nearing his old age. His last son, Esugbami was the only child of his youngest wife, the beautiful daughter of a herbalist who had run away…
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Dawn.
Graham smiled as he struggled to fit the key into the door, he had been gone for two months and even though he was home one month earlier he still chafed at how much time he had missed. Dropping his luggage in the parlour he padded into the bedroom, he could imagine the surprise on…
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BeauParfum- A Love Story.
Astral-Dermal Recognition is such a funny concept, centuries debating the existence of the soul and Nature comes along and soul-passwords everyone. I have a pattern on my chest, it spreads up a little to my throat and I like to imagine a man with black lips, kissing me on a hot strobe coloured night. My…
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We’ll never make it home tonight.
We won’t make it home tonight, Where the grass glows green, And the snow falls neat, A light blanket from our dreams. Where the sun toasts us, mellow. And the wind falls like rain, Mild clouds caressing us, Reaching under our shirts. We won’t make it home tonight, And all the tombs we’ve marked. All…
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The Black Axe.
I heard of the Third King of Oyo Sango Black as night, Sango the ill-tempered Sango the Thunderer With only an axe he killed his foes. Sango had three wives, All daughters of a goddess And when they angered him They fled into rivers, Sango tested his power from a mountain And burnt down his…
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Satan’s Children.
The grass is green and glitters with broken stars, The trees tickle the sky’s belly. The air is barely a memory, Soothingly almost existing, A perfection present only in our memories of this night. She open her present, A perfect box, Crafted in misery by a chinese kid. That’s unimportant. In this little vignette they…
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The Wheel.
Wheels lay nestled together inside the machine, gears within gears beside gears, all turning wheels. Their teeth lay side on side, each pushing the other, forward, onwards. The gears turned and the Wheels turned and turned, each wheel turning the other, it was a perfect system, neatly contained and locked in position. The first mistake…
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Jawbone of Eden
Touched by the devil flowing streams of darkness artistic destruction sophisticated wickedness the devil in you is greater than the one in your brother with the jawbone of eden, heap upon heap, with the jawbone of eden have you slain an entire planet.
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Tomorrow I will die.
Tomorrow I will die Mother will weep and Father will cry. They will bury me in a box then tuck me away out of sight but it will be too late My soul will be free from them No longer confined by their hugs Perhaps I will cry Perhaps I will dance But tomorrow I…
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“The question is. ?.”
I heard a madman whispering, talking to his computer, stroking it, coaxing. He had the answer but the question eluded him, he stroked and the computer stroked back, an electric Ouija Board. “Fine then, keep your secrets.” the madman huffs, he puffs, he blows his own mind. And then finally he has his answer, the…
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Nietzche’s lantern/Are you an Atheist.
In the end we are all merely broken reflections not carbon copies of God. God is not a man, God is not a being, God is the sky laughing thunderously as Man the Tree pokes at him- or tries to. We can not see anything in the light so drop Nietzche’s lantern and open your…
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Delayed Doom
Put on this mask for a second, it’s not Nazi or Gas. It’s just the Image of the devil that you keep in your heart, One of the Legion Dispersed and Resettled Formed from the husk Of faustian deals brokered with Hope and Death with Life as a watcher. Hanging fruits dangled from the land…
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Mentally Drunk.
There are more worlds in the mind of a man than in the palm of a god. The steady thudding heartbeats of daydreams,(.) Of reality. Shy alphabets trot out like lambs meekly butchered on the altar of Social Interaction.
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Rainbow of Grays and Blacks.
Let me paint you a ‘bow of gray and black, The darker the berry, the brighter the tint, Pink spirals of foetus blood murdered by coat hangers. Rope mosaics form mazes of death, In honor of their Suicide Donors. Carnations tarnish the borders, The graveyard didn’t mind when I stole them. And last are your…
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A violence walks the land.
A violence walks the land It’s dressed in blue Or sometimes black Brown shoes unstained by grime leave invisible footprints of blood. This creature is a titan Under whose care the earth groans, “Sweet mother” it speaks to her and his words drip with poison, “Will you not answer my questions?” It asks then cups…
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The Mermaid
There’s a shark in my bathtub He be eating my bar soaps In the heart of the current I fall He says hello delicious thing You looking cute today You be a vegetarian? He asks No, me says as I fly Fly deeper into the water The ocean is a shallow swimming pool And I…