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PicassoCT

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Imagine you are infected. Its not lethal. Just different. The air smells like chocolate. And you get hypnotized and high- by fire. But is not dangerous- after all- all you know are infected. Your family. Your tribe. The whole world is infected, so anyone not infected, would be "sick" objectively. So every day, you gather what you can find, and you carry it to the pile. The pile is a never ceasing fire, burning in a mile high chimney, errected in competitions among tribes. Its hard to ignore- all those walking towards the firestorm, carrying sacrifices- once the sunrise and sunset mass orgasm subsides. Maybe you found coal, you have talent, you are worthy, you can feel the burning envy of the others. The one left to you, carries some brushes, the one right to you carries a struggling fat deer. Oh, how it will burn, oh the joys. All of you have the mycelium behind your eyes- that spark never to cease. At the distance, some youths howl insults at the caravan, not strong enough to carry yet, dismissing the joys of the front row out of jealousy. They will find something, find their place, they will wake up to the joy, carrying some dehydrated, light husk to the pillar of awe. Even now they are hiding some candle or torch. You slough towards the heat, some sweating the ash off, some collapsing, even in spasms- the eye on the inferno and its priests. Some are deprived off the joy, to deliver coolant, to maintain roads or shovell ashes. The joyless, you pity them- you hit them if they come between you and the pyre. Then the orange fills the world, joy is you, and you dance, forward, backward. Foam is on your mouth. Till you collapse from your body giving way. A Joyless carries you home, some lonely replaceable hole, in a well organized dessert, a empty cave in the anthill on a empty plain - where you, where you all sleep. For tomorrow, before dusk you will rise. You will walk out into the inferno- telling yourself, that you are pure. One of the lucky few, to be burned away, for another day. You are the burning men. You always wanted this.

Grandmagangs

Going full circle

Eclipse projected via a tree camera obscura on the "flour sack" tower

Zelensky right here

We upvote this to Frontpage so all the bozs repost it

An Election

Bakuni

Shah of Persia 1976

Nom

EchoPraxia

Poem for a reconvalescing cat by Gavin Edward

Umbrella Injection bunker

Just fed

Warming Wars memorial 2016-2035 : Less ww forget the billions at the walls

Suicide by Mob?

Techno .. how its made

So im making a spy-rts-game called MOSAIC. Here are some loadscreens

The end of things..

wafflewars

Guy called it

Wee PBR Testsphere is working

Good night sweet prince

Driving under the influence is not okay

Clearly one of them mission impossi ble movies

Have some waffles

The beauty of deterministic games

Shooop shoopdie wood

scritches..

Oasis Glass Tree

Filial piety

Lavacake

Hameau_de_la_Reine

Game Screen

Dead Drop

Diamond Age : A young lady's illustrated primer

Pizza

Condo-collapse: Not such a freak accident as you might think

Its mostly cancer

Headshake

Abstract Waffle

Ice Pillar Piston (IPP) Energy Storage

Wear a mask..

Caesars Salad

Im nouncin my game

Loitering Ammunition

Fuck you OP

Waffle with Syrup

Prototype v1

No mercy

Miss Atomic Bomb

Ice Pillar Piston Energy Storage

Not great, not terrible, just me

Radioactive German Toothpaste

Light mask ingredients pt2

Launcher

Nothing ever works out as planned

Loop Deformation

my favourite elf

They make a AI translator whale <-> man

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