Reposting Old Su Art I Like..

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Taking cover and keeping warm in the rain

i had a dream that i was in adventure time and i was looking after simon because he was in this like depressive episode and he was asleep on my couch and then he woke up and said he needed a distraction and for some reason in this scenario my backstory was literally that i survived by being frozen like captain america and then finn and jake found me and the only tv show i had was the full box set of sex and the city so we started watching it and im so close to making a fic based on it because it was such an experience

I should probably post more on here ngl

White Woman Inventory

Thinking about the concept of Memetic Hazards and Memetic Weaponry in the SCP-verse. Thinking about the Antimemetics Division. About living ideas; ideas that feed and propagate and multiply and evolve.

Thinking about Gods; the stories we tell that influence our behavior, these narratives that shape the logic behind personality. The spirits that needn’t be real for horrors to be committed in their name.

Thinking about the parasitic worm of Fascism working its way through Civilization, finding itself fat and comfortable both in the hallucinogenic kaleidoscope of Hinduism and the austere purity of Protestantism.

Thinking about Snow Crash; the origin of the term Avatar in its modern usage, about the villain who weaponized language to hijack people’s nervous systems with gospel and computers.

About the holographic model of the cosmos. The holographic model of the mind. The natural laws as a kind of operating system for reality. The implications of miracles in such a context; what nature of being undermines the code.

Living Ideas. Gods that cannot die, because they were never alive, but are like Life, living as a signal in the air, a song or a story; a pattern of lights, the printed page, the phone; Viruses in the Operating System of Civilization. Self-propagating, mutating, evolving.

I dunno. I can’t find the right words to express it. But. There’s a. Pattern. There’s a signal in the static. I can hear it, but I can’t pick the notes apart. But. There’s an Insight, wedged into the crack. There’s something True lodged in there.

I’ll sleep on it. That usually helps.

It’s gonna be one of those “if you got kidnapped they’d bring you back” situations

Old couple fighting