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kalan: can we make a research room? @ryz @ryder @modgod i want a place to do image research with the right name on it
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aids_enoch: @RYDER RIPPS YOU CALIBAN You taught me language, and my profit on ’t Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!
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fingers: I was a monk in the 15th century. I was a drunkard and a whoremonger. I would spend several years in the church, celibate, sober, then I would break down and go to the brothel and spend everything I had on whores and beer. I went back and forth like this throughout my life. I stole something, a gold locket I think, from a woman, when I was a teenager. This triggered my guilt complex which I seem to have in multiple lives, and because of that I became a monk. I died by being eviscerated. My abdomen was sliced open straight across, through my navel. It was a gangster, a foreigner who did it. I had owed him money. I fucked around with black magic. I was obsessed with power. In another life I was a knight, an executioner, the personal hitman of someone in power. I killed many people in that life. I was a hollowed out set of armor with no feeling. I have killed many, many people, across centuries. Millennia. I have always been a great killer. I have raped. I was a conqueror in the ancient world. One of the first. It was easy back then. People didn't stand in your way, they believed you when you lied because they hadn't been lied to enough yet to know. So I conquered. In this life I was raped as a child in order to transcend the karma I have created. I may become a machine. If this happens I will be ready because I have learned to do things with my brain which no human before me has done. I have learned to see my brain as a machine. I have learned to filter out foreign chemicals willfully, and have studied and reversed their effects directly through a kind of experiential neurology. I can do anything and will never die. Change is coming. @ryder
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aids_enoch: In Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur, Galahad's incredible prowess and fortune in the quest for the Holy Grail are traced back to his piety. According to the legend, only pure knights may achieve the Grail. While in a specific sense, this "purity" refers to chastity, Galahad appears to have lived a generally sinless life and so as a result, he lives and thinks on a level entirely apart from the other knights around him. This quality is reflected in Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem "Sir Galahad": "My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure."[2] Galahad is able to conquer all of his enemies because he is pure. In the next verse of this poem, Tennyson continues to glorify Galahad for remaining pure at heart, by putting these words into his mouth: "I never felt the kiss of love, Nor maiden's hand in mine.”[2] Sir Galahad pursues a single-minded and lonely course, sacrificing much in his determination to aspire to a higher ideal: "Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear 'O just and faithful knight of God! Ride on! the prize is near."[2] Tennyson’s poem follows Galahad's journey to find the Holy Grail but ends while he is still riding, still seeking, still dreaming; as if to say that the quest for the Holy Grail is an ongoing task. Unlike many other portrayals of the legend of Sir Galahad, Tennyson has Sir Galahad speak in the first person, gives the reader his thoughts and feelings as he rides on his quest, rather than just the details of his battles, as in Malory. @jonathn @lizzy @callus @ryder @ryz
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