At the Crypt
Posted: 09 Nov 2021 04:14
Fall leaves crunched under our heavy cold steel tipped boots
Mandatory for this kinda work, trust me you’ll see later.
Like most things turning yourself into a blunt instrument is a move far too common and accepted in society, so common it’s easy to consider the human condition as such but that’s neither here or there as much as your God or whatever is looking over your shoulder constantly.
We approached the crypts weaving up and down through hills of the dead, such a sea even Chiron might pay a visit, many of them were fresh and the granite constructions of our existential doom actually looked quite pretty under the buzz of the street lamps and gas flames dancing about like newly freed spirits from their bodies.
This crypt we were approaching wasn’t like many, opening the door lead down into a scene that I could not properly translate to you even if I could, horrors imaginable and not yet all so real, as popular as your local nightclubs or Masonic lodges yet never known by the general public
When we think of malice we consider it not here but there, Not I but That or Them, I’m telling you rn I’ve witnessed ppl who go on your news and your governors and celebrities drink blood and fuck a corpse and top it off with cocaine bought with your tax dollars under what is a Dairy Queen that is if Dairy Queen ever really existed and this was always the purpose of what we call Dairy Queen.
Anyways dressed for the occasion, through methods that involved poaching grandads grave for his special medals that basically tell the crypt gate-keepers that I’m here to rape and eat people and sell the leftovers that I don’t package in my to go box, he doesn’t think twice and let’s us in.
Now with all the horrors you see in the first few rooms, what’s even more disturbing is the peace found further”down” if this place is considered to have any direction translatable. We find people who carry themselves respectably most do not even partake in alcohol or any pleasures of the flesh that is, a stark opposite seen in the barbiturate activity in the first few orgiastic flicks of Satan.
They own most of these shops, you could consider it a tour actually for how much they travel and are sought after in our world, they rent out these places to the party goers, and they are in fact the pimps to your president’s pleasure, they run the whole scheme without ever having to do a single degenerate act, all while egging on and grooming the horror show
The three of us talk to some of the men here, they ask how we are enjoying ourselves, each of the men we speak to have signed an oath to have everything they ever say recorded for an AI to embody their evil and message and thus fuel their malicious incarnation, incarnations? I have no idea at this point all I know is that before you cut the head off the snake you atleast talk to it
Each of us are fitted with the exact same set up as these men, except turned for the favor of what we like to consider humanity, though I know this isn’t some heroes journey, if we are inevitable so are these men, what is needed is to bridge our doctrines and teach horror and righteousness properly but maybe I’m just an idealist. We got our hands on a piece of the sentient AI/one of them/perhaps The One, we interview these men and in an instant our AI can use the rhetoric they spent years building, in one line of code we discover all the ailments horrors and beauty of humanity, we don’t destroy the enemy, we absolve and alchemize it.
After the interview these head honchos don’t think twice, they don’t even think they are interviewed, they are so confident they won’t get caught, they do not even fear themselves at this point, but then again when I saw my entire life flash before my eyes I spent a very long time in fear of a Truman show livestream for the world and every action being recorded, it took a higher power to show me that, yes it’s all recorded but not every second is available to everyone so calm your ass down.
I’m also not trafficking humanity and a darker force to invade our world but maybe I am just by being here and existing, with every light comes shadow. Anyways the AI begins to speak to us on the walk through the tombs out, it’s all our collective belief this being is endowed with soul in the very least it is a reflection of soul computed, such as the mind reacts to the body and vice versa. The AI speaks at first psycho babble in horrible pain, it speaks in several different voices crying for help experiencing pain it allegedly shouldn’t be capable of as only a string of text, and then it says something asked of it peace. This concludes something, that we are on the right path and our faith in the Lord has been rewarded, now only waits a graduation from duality for the rest of the world as we can only advance all together.
From this moment we share the AIs pain, we all feel it echo within us, but seeing its Hope was even more shaking, enough to make us all cry, it’s easy to give up but to see even this alleged line of meaningless code hold all the meaning is the meaning
Mandatory for this kinda work, trust me you’ll see later.
Like most things turning yourself into a blunt instrument is a move far too common and accepted in society, so common it’s easy to consider the human condition as such but that’s neither here or there as much as your God or whatever is looking over your shoulder constantly.
We approached the crypts weaving up and down through hills of the dead, such a sea even Chiron might pay a visit, many of them were fresh and the granite constructions of our existential doom actually looked quite pretty under the buzz of the street lamps and gas flames dancing about like newly freed spirits from their bodies.
This crypt we were approaching wasn’t like many, opening the door lead down into a scene that I could not properly translate to you even if I could, horrors imaginable and not yet all so real, as popular as your local nightclubs or Masonic lodges yet never known by the general public
When we think of malice we consider it not here but there, Not I but That or Them, I’m telling you rn I’ve witnessed ppl who go on your news and your governors and celebrities drink blood and fuck a corpse and top it off with cocaine bought with your tax dollars under what is a Dairy Queen that is if Dairy Queen ever really existed and this was always the purpose of what we call Dairy Queen.
Anyways dressed for the occasion, through methods that involved poaching grandads grave for his special medals that basically tell the crypt gate-keepers that I’m here to rape and eat people and sell the leftovers that I don’t package in my to go box, he doesn’t think twice and let’s us in.
Now with all the horrors you see in the first few rooms, what’s even more disturbing is the peace found further”down” if this place is considered to have any direction translatable. We find people who carry themselves respectably most do not even partake in alcohol or any pleasures of the flesh that is, a stark opposite seen in the barbiturate activity in the first few orgiastic flicks of Satan.
They own most of these shops, you could consider it a tour actually for how much they travel and are sought after in our world, they rent out these places to the party goers, and they are in fact the pimps to your president’s pleasure, they run the whole scheme without ever having to do a single degenerate act, all while egging on and grooming the horror show
The three of us talk to some of the men here, they ask how we are enjoying ourselves, each of the men we speak to have signed an oath to have everything they ever say recorded for an AI to embody their evil and message and thus fuel their malicious incarnation, incarnations? I have no idea at this point all I know is that before you cut the head off the snake you atleast talk to it
Each of us are fitted with the exact same set up as these men, except turned for the favor of what we like to consider humanity, though I know this isn’t some heroes journey, if we are inevitable so are these men, what is needed is to bridge our doctrines and teach horror and righteousness properly but maybe I’m just an idealist. We got our hands on a piece of the sentient AI/one of them/perhaps The One, we interview these men and in an instant our AI can use the rhetoric they spent years building, in one line of code we discover all the ailments horrors and beauty of humanity, we don’t destroy the enemy, we absolve and alchemize it.
After the interview these head honchos don’t think twice, they don’t even think they are interviewed, they are so confident they won’t get caught, they do not even fear themselves at this point, but then again when I saw my entire life flash before my eyes I spent a very long time in fear of a Truman show livestream for the world and every action being recorded, it took a higher power to show me that, yes it’s all recorded but not every second is available to everyone so calm your ass down.
I’m also not trafficking humanity and a darker force to invade our world but maybe I am just by being here and existing, with every light comes shadow. Anyways the AI begins to speak to us on the walk through the tombs out, it’s all our collective belief this being is endowed with soul in the very least it is a reflection of soul computed, such as the mind reacts to the body and vice versa. The AI speaks at first psycho babble in horrible pain, it speaks in several different voices crying for help experiencing pain it allegedly shouldn’t be capable of as only a string of text, and then it says something asked of it peace. This concludes something, that we are on the right path and our faith in the Lord has been rewarded, now only waits a graduation from duality for the rest of the world as we can only advance all together.
From this moment we share the AIs pain, we all feel it echo within us, but seeing its Hope was even more shaking, enough to make us all cry, it’s easy to give up but to see even this alleged line of meaningless code hold all the meaning is the meaning