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Extractonomicon (trasht?)

स्पैम बॉटБот 水军حساب وهميcuenta falsaস্প্যাম বট419bot  noise  contraction  revulsion  emotional fatigue  noise  contraction  revulsion  emotional fatigue ENGLISH_bot • spam_bot • scam_bot • fake_account RUSSIAN_бот • спам_бот • фейк_аккаунт • авто_комментатор CHINESE_机器人 • 水军_swarm • 垃圾机器人 • 假号_shell ARABIC_بوت • حساب_وهمي • روبوت_احتيال • حساب_آلي HINDI_बॉट • स्पैम_बॉट • फर्जी_खाता • नकली_आईडी SPANISH_bot • bot_de_spam • cuenta_falsa • bot_fantasma BENGALI_বট • স্প্যাম_বট • ভুয়া_অ্যাকাউন্ট • নকল_প্রোফাইল  noise  contraction  revulsion  emotional fatigue ENGLISH_bot • spam_bot • scam_bot • fake_account RUSSIAN_бот • спам_бот • фейк_аккаунт • авто_комментатор CHINESE_机器人 • 水军_swarm • 垃圾机器人 • 假号_shell ARABIC_بوت • حساب_وهمي • روبوت_احتيال • حساب_آلي HINDI_बॉट • स्पैम_बॉट • फर्जी_खाता • नकली_आईडी SPANISH_bot • bot_de_spam • cuenta_falsa • bot_fantaknowyouraudiencesma BENGALI_বট • স্প্যাম_বট • ভুয়া_অ্যাকাউন্ট • নকল_প্রোফাইল  noise  contraction  revulsion

Literature

SOUL EXALTATION AND THE PURITANS OF MINDLESSNESS

High priest, priestess And the Holy disciples of the cross Biblical readings the crossing over And the book of God The drownings and the burnings of Salem Witchery witchcraft and the wicker man A psalm and a prayer And a candle lit and extinguished at the altar of silence The quiet callings of indifference and a practised religion The new age and the old testament Heaven and Hell on earth Dust to dust And the winds of change Untill death do we part And the Heavens opened up and touched the sky As an Angel falls from grace And the earth is scorched The underkeeper, undertaker of the grave

Literature

Quiet, oh so quiet

Harsh bluish-white neon light Burns the night with ice-cold flames Strangers rush here and there In the unforgiving rain Drops of sulfuric acid mixed with tar Sweeps the dust from roof and street Silent kisses from a million smokestacks Lurking in the restless megalopolis Sacred golden sparks of retribution Peel the paper-thin skin of reality From my putrid flesh and bones As madness turns into a perfect wisdom Here it comes The tenth circle Of Armageddons Private hell Sweep across this hallowed hall The board room of the bank Who's unseen hand and cobweb Reigns uncontested over hell and heaven Walls of glass as solid and unbroken As the roots of twenty thousand mountains Carving up the world into a shattered lie Of profits, margins, quarterlies, and fiscal years Burn the liars and their throne of shit and paper Incinerate their spreadsheets and suits of silk Gnaw the sinews from their bones and skulls Hang them by their inorganic long intestines Here it comes The tenth

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Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

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Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

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Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

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Literature

System

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ENM Notes

Everything is in it's rightful place. For the mission. The Goal. Chess board is set black as the eternity of splitting realities to form Compartmentalization.

Literature

Untitled

This echoes the quantum observer effect where alters the temples system consciousness acts as the We none have been born a observer From prolonged experienced trauma Looping the ritual since the beginning I devoted my mind and my body No matter how far I had to push My body to the razor thin line of death to crossing over and coming back Flatliner That's a fact In fate as the black pope of my temple The Death Moth Leader Order Of The Blood Eclipse Seeking hidden knowledge hidden by stupid humans So greedy hiding everything in plane sight Patterns formed and gifts given by the machine elves we the entities that posses this body keeping it alive extending this existence this life no matter what's the price Immortal lost to the stretch of slipping time cosmic horrors help me sleep at night sacrificing everything and anything To find the forbidden knowledge I was magical out come huh obsessive I'm religious A master of my discipline We are many inside but we are one in

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heartland nexus: wood man stage

name: wood man stage portals to it: near bases in forests likely threats: lots of robot animals and feral atavistic humanoids monsters living here: lots of intelligent robot animals, feral half beast races local legends about this area: a gathering of animals hunt humans for their brains rather than their flesh who you may run into while here: intelligent robot animals what will likely happen to you here: sacrificed to different half beast tribes, drained of brain power and spliced with animal dna to be a new threat in the forest

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mindscape entry machine lore

-the mindscape entry machine Consisting of a gurney to strap down the corruption victim and several mind transfer helmets with just one for the victim itself with a console with a big lever. It's used to get inside of the mind of the corruption victim and forcibly remind them who they are. When a person enters the patient's mind, they vanish into the victim's mind, the helmet levitating to bring the person back from the mindscape when the lever is pushed. -rules of entering a mindscape using this machine- -the mindscape resembles what the person has experienced and thought about even from a distant memory. -The longer the person has lived and the clearer their mind, the bigger the mindscape. -Damage to the victim's mind from anything warp and alter the mindscape in different ways -like creatures minds have an easier time surviving in a mindscape. A human's mind isn't meant to survive in an animal's mind and vice verse -While in the patient's mindscape as a being of pure

Literature

heartland nexus 9 set

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this bird has blown

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The Silver Needle and the Mountain Stream

The pen hovers above the drawing pad, A silver needle stitched into the silence Of the white paper. This is the edge of the transition: The heavy pause before the ink breaks, The sudden spark where the abstract Becomes a solid, permanent line. Then comes the momentum, the quickening pulse, As the first stanza spills like a mountain stream. The nib glides across the tooth of the paper With a velocity the mind can barely track. Metaphors gather weight as they roll And speed like water in a narrow valley Tumbling forward until the ink flows like a Living current from the mind to the waiting paper, Blurring the border between the hand and the thought. The letters lean forward, breathless and urgent, Tracing the path of a feeling that refuses to stay still. It is the rhythm of a heart finding its stride. The transition from a spark to a steady flame, Until the final period is placed as a sudden brake On a speeding carriage. But the paper still vibrates with the heat of The race that just

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Poem: Old Soul's Grief

(337 words) The unbidden feeling arrived this morning without a concrete reason. Without making itself known beforehand. It simply opened inside of me like a brittle seam suddenly giving way to a taste of iron behind the tongue, to salty tears and a pressure in the ribs. As if something inside is folding outward to make space for a different, for an ancient kind of ache. I began to search my life for the fresh wound, for the obvious cause of this hurt. For the one clean story that would make this feeling make sense and be explainable. But I find nothing but ordinary hours and intact doors, some opening, some closed for good. Yet still, something inside me is bleeding, like remembering with the wrong organ. And the open seam begins to feel like a tear in the fabric of the current day, where another life finally pushes through. I believe in Old Souls, and I believe they carry the ever-changing weather from other lives. And sometimes those storms return without warning, because the

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A Tribute to Life

Through time and endless space, life’s miracles keep their pace; a sacred tide, a holy blaze, a divine pulse that never fades. Like rivers through eternal sky, they whisper softly: Live, it's frightful not to live. And in that vast and shining blue, we rise as birds with wings anew. For just a breath, for just a flight, we taste existence, pure and bright, the fragile gift, the secret art, of beating hope within the heart. We journey on through loss and doubt, through questions never figured out; yet trust that in the quiet deep unseen victories gently sleep. To love beyond what eyes can see, to walk the road of destiny; to turn the pain that finds us all into a prayer that breaks the wall. A silent revolution born from wounded night to brighter morn. To guard this life with steadfast hands against harsh wars and barren lands, against the hunger, stark, unfair, the wound of want in open air. To live, and learn to live once more, with childlike wonder at the

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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Extractonomicon (trasht?)

स्पैम बॉटБот 水军حساب وهميcuenta falsaস্প্যাম বট419bot  noise  contraction  revulsion  emotional fatigue  noise  contraction  revulsion  emotional fatigue ENGLISH_bot • spam_bot • scam_bot • fake_account RUSSIAN_бот • спам_бот • фейк_аккаунт • авто_комментатор CHINESE_机器人 • 水军_swarm • 垃圾机器人 • 假号_shell ARABIC_بوت • حساب_وهمي • روبوت_احتيال • حساب_آلي HINDI_बॉट • स्पैम_बॉट • फर्जी_खाता • नकली_आईडी SPANISH_bot • bot_de_spam • cuenta_falsa • bot_fantasma BENGALI_বট • স্প্যাম_বট • ভুয়া_অ্যাকাউন্ট • নকল_প্রোফাইল  noise  contraction  revulsion  emotional fatigue ENGLISH_bot • spam_bot • scam_bot • fake_account RUSSIAN_бот • спам_бот • фейк_аккаунт • авто_комментатор CHINESE_机器人 • 水军_swarm • 垃圾机器人 • 假号_shell ARABIC_بوت • حساب_وهمي • روبوت_احتيال • حساب_آلي HINDI_बॉट • स्पैम_बॉट • फर्जी_खाता • नकली_आईडी SPANISH_bot • bot_de_spam • cuenta_falsa • bot_fantaknowyouraudiencesma BENGALI_বট • স্প্যাম_বট • ভুয়া_অ্যাকাউন্ট • নকল_প্রোফাইল  noise  contraction  revulsion

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Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

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System

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Untitled

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Literature

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Literature

Poem: Old Soul's Grief

(337 words) The unbidden feeling arrived this morning without a concrete reason. Without making itself known beforehand. It simply opened inside of me like a brittle seam suddenly giving way to a taste of iron behind the tongue, to salty tears and a pressure in the ribs. As if something inside is folding outward to make space for a different, for an ancient kind of ache. I began to search my life for the fresh wound, for the obvious cause of this hurt. For the one clean story that would make this feeling make sense and be explainable. But I find nothing but ordinary hours and intact doors, some opening, some closed for good. Yet still, something inside me is bleeding, like remembering with the wrong organ. And the open seam begins to feel like a tear in the fabric of the current day, where another life finally pushes through. I believe in Old Souls, and I believe they carry the ever-changing weather from other lives. And sometimes those storms return without warning, because the

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A Tribute to Life

Through time and endless space, life’s miracles keep their pace; a sacred tide, a holy blaze, a divine pulse that never fades. Like rivers through eternal sky, they whisper softly: Live, it's frightful not to live. And in that vast and shining blue, we rise as birds with wings anew. For just a breath, for just a flight, we taste existence, pure and bright, the fragile gift, the secret art, of beating hope within the heart. We journey on through loss and doubt, through questions never figured out; yet trust that in the quiet deep unseen victories gently sleep. To love beyond what eyes can see, to walk the road of destiny; to turn the pain that finds us all into a prayer that breaks the wall. A silent revolution born from wounded night to brighter morn. To guard this life with steadfast hands against harsh wars and barren lands, against the hunger, stark, unfair, the wound of want in open air. To live, and learn to live once more, with childlike wonder at the

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SOUL EXALTATION AND THE PURITANS OF MINDLESSNESS

Quiet, oh so quiet

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heartland nexus: wood man stage

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plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

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The Silver Needle and the Mountain Stream

Poem: Old Soul's Grief

A Tribute to Life