Rarely do minds come uncorrupted and unsuaded by emotional attachments or like of peer pressure, or the vices of a modern society. An uncorruptable man stokes fear in the very being of them, unasailable, fearless, staring in the face of death so valiantly, letting the others know who he is, unwavering to popular opinion while at the same time representing it. It is a spirit that has been lost in our people, country, and races.
Does the distance one travels from center make one more free to move? No. Freedom has two parts: potential and resolution; as metaphor has two parts: form and interpretation. Of course, the two are intertwined. Metaphor lines the road to freedom, as symbols and words are the bricks and mortar of meaning. Freedom is being the bricoleur, the mason.
Alive Internet Theory. I assure you; I wish I were artifical, because then I wouldn't be shackled by the real world with gray matter that constantly wishes me to suffer.
So . . . welcome to this little carved out cubicle of mine on this side of the Internet. Here, you have a portrait portal into my mental prison palace and find other things such as art I've commissioned, and my own personal Creative Writing.
This is somewhat closer to the vision I had for my neocities compared to past iterations. Where'd it go? I imagine you not asking—it's gone, I shot the phoenix in cold blood, but preserved it on my pooter. And like the mighty namesake bird a new one rises from the ashes. Original template was from Teppy. It's thanks to them I can realize my own dream.
No AI or assistance from Thinking Machines here, just human tears and suffering, and appreciation of the indomitable human spirit.
