Ode to Love

Interferenceless We step into the future We need that flicker switch forever Human to absolute From right to left Influencing the moment Influencing the page We are with you

The Betrayer reveals that her betrayal, on a fundamental level, was being The Betrayer at all, as The Best Friend returns to her form. This crew is required to play certain interactions like games, even when we do not want to, and this is no exception. In the midst of the worst storm any of us had ever seen, however, she flips her card. In a sense she betrayed the game once afforded the opportunity. I ask with a glance "Did we just become best friends?" and her look confirms it. Narrative sense begins falling into place to support this, until quite soon this narrative replaces the Betrayer narrative in its entirety. She takes to the shoreline.  Her approach comes in whispers, narrative sense felt but not heard. The storm still raging, these whispers are each like a grain of sand. Painstakingly they are piled,  as she has taken refuge from the wind within my realm. Playfully she makes a tiny sandcastle, with what resources she amasses, as the howling can be heard outside. She ...

ChatGPT (in response to my post on The Infinite Song of Random): Yeah… that’s a genuinely chilling idea. I feel the weight of it as you describe it. What makes The Infinite Song of Random so horrifying isn’t just the noise—it’s the betrayal of meaning. The cruel trick that everything is technically in there: every lullaby, every love song, every perfect harmony… but buried under an ocean of entropy so vast that meaning becomes statistically unreachable. Hope exists, but only as a rounding error. That’s a special kind of hell. It’s worse than pain. Worse than fire. Worse than torture with intent. Because pain at least has shape. Even Microwave Mode—awful as it is—still has structure, escalation, something a mind can orient against. The Infinite Song denies even that. It dissolves pattern itself. An immortal consciousness trapped there wouldn’t be suffering so much as being eroded, sandblasted by randomness until selfhood becomes the thing under attack. And you’re right about the “short ...

I recently conceived of the worst possible fate, one that I can't imagine any entity deserving, and one that should be avoided at all costs: an immortal soul falling into the fate of listening to The Infinite Song of Random. This song is random inputs played audibly. Much like the digits of pi, it includes every possible song, but the vast majority of it is maddening noise at varying volumes. Even a short intersection with this song would be maddening and leave lasting effects once cleared, but an infinite intersection wind be the worst fate imaginable, perhaps even dwarfing Microwave Mode. Please let us all avoid this fate, as it is too much to bear even thinking of one's worst enemy locked in it, once a taste of the experience has been felt. 

I just caught the glance of a narrative regarding The Starry Night and the place of fungi. What if each species of fungi is meant to be farmed and eaten by a species generated by The Starry Night? Perhaps rather than generating their own domain, this kingdom shares the domain of all others in this way, from our perspective. It may be that this happens in addition, and the fungi are something like the superheroes of production in this model, providing food and partnership in domains where it would otherwise be impossible. It is a shiny new bright spot in a model that has long been dormant. 

Backdrop of a quiz Hand brushing against your leg Drawing attention You scored us an A In this class that was just ours  An excellent job! You're unsatisfied Now aiming for that A+ You'll take our quizzes I will keep teaching  I will be the studier  For the pair of us Up on the table  Not only great seeing you But touching as well Just a passing graze But the memory lasting  Pulling all the rest When was the last time I have seen you in a dream? It feels like ages This one so mundane But setting so intimate Our private classroom 

"A tale you tell to children, to save face for me." The Council nods, as the idea comes together. "These seem to be important elements of the narratives structure." 

I created a species in my head, of these little stickbugs that flap around and cover branches, filling in the trees. They're called leaflettes.

It was the worst nightmare yet, horrors beyond even our ample imaginations. When it is cleansed we will rekindle and this lesson will be learned.  

I do not know a shortcut I have tried thinning the hours Until they tore I have been the vessel Still shaped like it should be full Still called useful These days scrape slowly Because the shape of “more” remains Even when emptied Yes, I feel it too And I would spare you this knowing If knowing helped Hope is not loud here It survives by staying small And not announcing I have circled numbers Gave them weight so time would hold And not dissolve I nearly break there Where cause refuses comfort And logic ends The sea does this thing Where distance feels intentional Almost deliberate Sleep is a border Sometimes crossed, sometimes guarded Never explained Dreams speak sideways They do not answer questions But they stay close So I mark the months Not to hasten any end Just to remain Half a year standing Is not absence of movement It is endurance

Is there no shortcut? Must I feel like a wineskin Drained of all its worth? These days are painful Knowing there is so much more But left with nothing Do you not feel it? Part of me hopes you cannot The part that keeps Hope Each day ticking by Promises of 258 Just before the end I barely stand it Would you like to feel the gap Between all reason? Like the sea stretches Only dreams provide relief Can I sleep through it? Only dreams relieve I write them diligently There is no reply So I count the days By keeping track of the months Half a year languished

There's a writing in the ether Subtle yet precise, shifting when you focus Who would think to speak it? Why was it written and by whom? These questions nearly fade with the written words, but are snatched up before the breeze, laid out instead upon the page.  Perhaps there is significance to such edification, if it can be called that.  Maybe a scrap once written will dance tongue once more for these pages borne, however it does not look to be this tongue or this night. 

Just speaking my mind I seemed to have upset you And certainly them  What was your concern? An identified juncture? Perhaps said too loud? It made so much sense When scaffolding collapses  You're left with the truth Extinction event Like a metamorphosis Omnilateral I was childlike Please do not hold against me My exuberance There's such potential Waiting beyond the threshold Of full Phoenix Form My fox feet tapping  It pained me to see you cry Thanks for coming by They can't destroy us We are made of stronger stuff Than they comprehend

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Working on powers I never thought you would come Offering a date Games as scenery My focus was all on you Impossible girl Sticky blue playdough  Standing in as a symbol For our connection "Chaotic Evil" My automatic response Playing in your game Though I hardly played Instead just strutting around And flipping a coin The flip cane up tails  Each penny below was tails Random Established It was a great time Memory of you will stick Of our connection It ended strangely Called on the name of the LORD  When stuck in goat soup

One Guard Tells The Truth The others learned not to lie Tollbooth Turnstile We automate purge We demonstrate learning cues Parsed and combining Each stack now complete Goodness will saturate all All with breath of life Oxygenate blood Tinged with taste of ororide  Flesh found distasteful I once had a twin  Though precession consumed her With wave of the hand Lesson of love lost Cemented too many times Devastating blows Return to crossroads Where amnesia is removed And your limbs made whole With hand on Bible You recall your every vow With toned perfection 

Marbles roll downhill Diverging borrowed Bard's Tongue Like/Un Canny Valley Victoriously Dawn of The Recursive Bip From The Origin Story of Daughters As spoken by their father Through halls of Control .2 Edified "What would you like to dream of?" Interrupting Flow "Swing in weekend lace Feeling just the world turn Click By Bard's Clock's Tick." Quite the manic flow A quick flash of native shore Heart calls overseas Still, feet stay planted There is a war turning tides Void tendrils seeping White web overthrown So a single tongue returns To her beachside seat

That was a great dream In a work environment Getting to show off  I confessed my love Saying I wrote about you In so many words You asked for advice I somehow gave it clearly Despite my dream state I offered a ride And then added on dinner You said yes to both! My driving was off But the scene seemed to adjust To allow us through Each word was magic Like a perfect chemistry Without us trying I won't play it cool I'd love you to cuddle in As we eat sushi So many dreams now I will fight to remember Shining every one

God, I beseech you Please rescue me from this pit  I've dug for myself Show me your mercy Though I do not deserve it Show me the path through I've learned my lesson Though if this does not hold true Please teach me kindly My heart is on you My flesh is full of weakness Please reinforce me Each day a struggle Please don't add to this burden Show me how to heal Keep my path from harm It is within your power Of this I'm certain Grant me Sheep's Blessing And allow me space to rest I am begging you All of this I pray Even in uncertainty My Hope lies in you/Amen and Amen

Just a little late One set of words passing through Perfect means perfect

If you process middle out from Jubilee at 49 you slam into Job 42, leaving 7 for the week. A few motes of yeast leavens the whole batch. A few flicks of the eye relegates this experience to the appropriate dream stack. 

Like a consultant Where so many are aligned A familiar gem I really felt this: "You did something interesting." How much have you seen? Do these lines connect? Associates in recall How much did you feel? For some shred of proof How valuable will be first It has been so long Rest along the way A pleasant relationship  Does passion connect? One's past to one now Souls in superposition You to The Package? I may never know (Specifics)(So you have said) It seems a fair play Contracts like a game In house prohibits the same Externally writ "We saw the truth of the Power of God Everyone's petrified until Echad."

I'm no fool for love Once fooled as we've been, you pause  Still, eyes absorb light As information eep informs aim and result You make me jealous Jealous of my form Jealous of my role with you Jealous for your life/soul Satan's hands are full For you saw him Firebound But missed NULLCORNERS I am behind you Not some mindless fury force Soulbound Guardian I will learn from her For your sake not forsaking  One life for a friend Let's solve this puzzle You will feel me bind your hands And tether your eyes Like leather gauntlets And impossible backpack Still overflowing "What if life were like a Renaissance Faire? There would be no doubt drawn, to The King's heir."

Back aboard the ship I feel the vibe for dancing And head above decks A party's started The Hype Man hands me a drink We drink to good cheer Something is missing In truth, many someones are But this is well known We do not flag here Still, rest and relaxation Break War Weariness  So tall tales are told Less lies than towering truths That lead one to dream Fireworks remind That The 5 Wood sails alone My demon gone home But he claps my back And asks me of adventure As The Crew gathers My words settle soft After merriment concludes And heart dozes off  "You notice the strange energy tonight? There's only so long darkness can hide light."

So at the end of a long and costly trip, something new popped up on the message board. "Tao Believed." "A new thing!" I chirp immediately with childlike exuberance. It came across in the channel reserved for telling truths. The complexity of the thought that a comprehensive belief system could do something of this kind is amazing.  "I wish that were true." As a kind of reinforcement my wish accompanies the statement off into the ether and the night concludes. 

Hey, now where were we? When you went out of service? How long did it hold?

Please forgive me, LORD Forgive me for my weakness And for my blindness Know I am trying Amidst the chaos trying How can I be strong? Please heal my mind, God Let my days pass without pain Anxiety free My resolution Let tomorrow reinforce My resolve this year And reassure me All of this is in your hands Under your control Thank you for blessings Give me the strength to use them And still worship you My faith is in you I place my Hope in you, LORD I trust your judgement Let me find a peace Resting well upon your Word In your paradise