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PicassoCT

211805 pts · January 20, 2018

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Imagine you are infected. Its not lethal. Just different. The air smells like chocolate. And you get hypnotized and high- by fire. But is not dangerous- after all- all you know are infected. Your family. Your tribe. The whole world is infected, so anyone not infected, would be "sick" objectively. So every day, you gather what you can find, and you carry it to the pile. The pile is a never ceasing fire, burning in a mile high chimney, errected in competitions among tribes. Its hard to ignore- all those walking towards the firestorm, carrying sacrifices- once the sunrise and sunset mass orgasm subsides. Maybe you found coal, you have talent, you are worthy, you can feel the burning envy of the others. The one left to you, carries some brushes, the one right to you carries a struggling fat deer. Oh, how it will burn, oh the joys. All of you have the mycelium behind your eyes- that spark never to cease. At the distance, some youths howl insults at the caravan, not strong enough to carry yet, dismissing the joys of the front row out of jealousy. They will find something, find their place, they will wake up to the joy, carrying some dehydrated, light husk to the pillar of awe. Even now they are hiding some candle or torch. You slough towards the heat, some sweating the ash off, some collapsing, even in spasms- the eye on the inferno and its priests. Some are deprived off the joy, to deliver coolant, to maintain roads or shovell ashes. The joyless, you pity them- you hit them if they come between you and the pyre. Then the orange fills the world, joy is you, and you dance, forward, backward. Foam is on your mouth. Till you collapse from your body giving way. A Joyless carries you home, some lonely replaceable hole, in a well organized dessert, a empty cave in the anthill on a empty plain - where you, where you all sleep. For tomorrow, before dusk you will rise. You will walk out into the inferno- telling yourself, that you are pure. One of the lucky few, to be burned away, for another day. You are the burning men. You always wanted this.

An Election

Warming Wars memorial 2016-2035 : Less ww forget the billions at the walls

Grandmagangs

EchoPraxia

Shah of Persia 1976

Techno .. how its made

Suicide by Mob?

We upvote this to Frontpage so all the bozs repost it

Umbrella Injection bunker

Guy called it

Its mostly cancer

Bakuni

Zelensky right here

Poem for a reconvalescing cat by Gavin Edward

Waffle with Syrup

Radioactive German Toothpaste

Im nouncin my game

The beauty of deterministic games

Not great, not terrible, just me

Headshake

Nom

Have some waffles

Desk now lean cleanerish

Oasis Glass Tree

Dead Drop

Fuck you OP

Hameau_de_la_Reine

Loop Deformation

Miss Atomic Bomb

Lavacake

Pizza

Shooop shoopdie wood

Filial piety

Game Screen

Driving under the influence is not okay

Going full circle

Condo-collapse: Not such a freak accident as you might think

Loitering Ammunition

Good night sweet prince

my favourite elf

Ice Pillar Piston (IPP) Energy Storage

Wee PBR Testsphere is working

Prototype v1

Nothing ever works out as planned

They make a AI translator whale <-> man

scritches..

No mercy

Bread

The end of things..

Launcher

Light mask ingredients pt2

Ice Pillar Piston Energy Storage

Caesars Salad

Just fed

Clearly one of them mission impossi ble movies

Diamond Age : A young lady's illustrated primer

Wear a mask..

Abstract Waffle

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