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  • Hola Cocones very Good WABBIT Very Godt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1F1JwpbQTLE
    Hola Cocones very Good WABBIT Very Godt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1F1JwpbQTLE
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  • Haven't seen Nines_Rodriguez in a New York minute. This goes out to my Greek homie. Hope everything is on the up.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0wR6qklME
    Haven't seen [Nines_Rodriguez] in a New York minute. This goes out to my Greek homie. Hope everything is on the up. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0wR6qklME
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  • Lately, I've been noticing again how I'm becoming emotionally hardened and how everything feels surreal and intangible. However, it's currently at a level of severity that I last felt 7-8 years ago, when I was emotionally dead and constantly wearing a mask that was stuck on.

    I wake up at night with my head in chaos and wonder if I can even comprehend or understand the right answers at the moment.

    Sometimes I just lie there and stare into the darkness, as if it owes me some kind of answer. But it remains silent. Just like everything else. It feels more like I'm just running through memories of myself.

    It's strange... I'm still functioning. I get up, talk to people, do things, smile at the right moments. From the outside, it probably looks normal. Maybe even stable. But inside, it feels like I'm playing a role whose lines I learned by heart long ago, without even knowing why I'm on this stage in the first place.
    Lately, I've been noticing again how I'm becoming emotionally hardened and how everything feels surreal and intangible. However, it's currently at a level of severity that I last felt 7-8 years ago, when I was emotionally dead and constantly wearing a mask that was stuck on. I wake up at night with my head in chaos and wonder if I can even comprehend or understand the right answers at the moment. Sometimes I just lie there and stare into the darkness, as if it owes me some kind of answer. But it remains silent. Just like everything else. It feels more like I'm just running through memories of myself. It's strange... I'm still functioning. I get up, talk to people, do things, smile at the right moments. From the outside, it probably looks normal. Maybe even stable. But inside, it feels like I'm playing a role whose lines I learned by heart long ago, without even knowing why I'm on this stage in the first place.
    Dark Love
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  • This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway.

    A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty.

    The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists.

    Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation.

    A meditation on mortality.
    A dreamscape of regeneration.
    A skull dreaming of forests.
    This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway. A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty. The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists. Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation. A meditation on mortality. A dreamscape of regeneration. A skull dreaming of forests.
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  • Original 16x24 artwork — hand-painted, one of a kind.
    Bold lines, fluid color, and made with care.
    $400 | Ready to ship | Perfect for collectors or unique wall art
    Original 16x24 artwork — hand-painted, one of a kind. Bold lines, fluid color, and made with care. 💵 $400 | Ready to ship | Perfect for collectors or unique wall art
    Goth Vibes
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  • You know that feeling of being scared to be happy even for a brief moment? Because that sensation when your happy little world crashes down and wrenches your entire gut and closes your thoat is the worst. And the bad always seems to come smashing down when you've just started floating again. So you avoid the crash by any cost. just not allowing youself to float up with happiness again. If everything remains in shambles maybe the bad won't come because ther is nothing left to shatter...
    But sometimes you are dumb and faint glitter of hope makes you think maybe I'll try floating again maybe this time it won't crash. But it will.
    Just one call and a nice and relaxed weekend that finally cheered me up a bit, became the start of probably the most difficult time I'll have to face...
    I'm trueley terrified of whats ahead...
    You know that feeling of being scared to be happy even for a brief moment? Because that sensation when your happy little world crashes down and wrenches your entire gut and closes your thoat is the worst. And the bad always seems to come smashing down when you've just started floating again. So you avoid the crash by any cost. just not allowing youself to float up with happiness again. If everything remains in shambles maybe the bad won't come because ther is nothing left to shatter... But sometimes you are dumb and faint glitter of hope makes you think maybe I'll try floating again maybe this time it won't crash. But it will. Just one call and a nice and relaxed weekend that finally cheered me up a bit, became the start of probably the most difficult time I'll have to face... I'm trueley terrified of whats ahead...
    Dark Love
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  • Terradactyl = an observer consciousness that hovers outside systems but can reach into them through awareness.

    The terradactyl wouldn’t just “watch reality.”
    It would:
    detect patterns forming
    sense weak points in perception
    move between dream and waking layers
    influence experience by shifting awareness
    Terradactyl = an observer consciousness that hovers outside systems but can reach into them through awareness. The terradactyl wouldn’t just “watch reality.” It would: detect patterns forming sense weak points in perception move between dream and waking layers influence experience by shifting awareness
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  • You would think a person with a side hussle fixing mechanical clocks would be able to tell time right? I missed a Japanese lesson; why? Because I thought it was midnight tonight; no - it was midnight Thursday before it became Friday.
    You would think a person with a side hussle fixing mechanical clocks would be able to tell time right? I missed a Japanese lesson; why? Because I thought it was midnight tonight; no - it was midnight Thursday before it became Friday.
    Gasp of the Grave
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  • with my back turned
    im back
    all you sluts and foreigners
    to nocho senones surprise
    and2 everywons surmise
    ijust happen
    tobe here
    unstead of there
    andi donteven know
    or
    justeven care
    im just aware
    and affectious
    with my back turned im back all you sluts and foreigners to nocho senones surprise and2 everywons surmise ijust happen tobe here unstead of there andi donteven know or justeven care im just aware and affectious
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  • Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic:

    Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace.
    Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use.
    AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me.
    So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines.
    I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted).
    And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider.

    I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone.
    Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself.
    I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should.

    The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there.
    And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world.
    How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?
    Perhaps there are others here who also work in the IT sector and/or have strong connections to the topic: Currently, I am finding it increasingly difficult to continue working in my field, but in general and not explicitly related to my workplace. Professionally, I deal with the topic of AI on a daily basis, but also to such an extent that issues such as professional recognition and even promotions depend on excessive use. AI undoubtedly has its (sometimes really good) uses. Nevertheless, the ethics of its application on the current global scale seem extremely difficult to me. So difficult that I don't know if I want to remain in this profession with a clear conscience, because I am no longer an IT consultant or developer, but rather feel like an AI coordinator whose job it is to mediate cleanly between humans and machines. I am currently observing how jobs are increasingly being outsourced to AI. Either actively, by no longer advertising the positions, or passively, by dismissing everything that can be replaced via personnel interviews with seemingly flimsy justifications (you can always find a way to get rid of someone Unwanted). And global experience shows how wonderful this outsourcing of work is: work becomes less valuable, company owners pocket the dividends, and the social divide grows ever wider. I chose this profession to solve problems and help people, to specialize in consulting and service, to actively help people, to identify challenges that I am familiar with, and to support them. Even when the day was long and difficult, I could go home with a clear conscience. Because when the problem was solved, my customers were grateful and happy—and so was I, because I was able to help someone. Today, I have become part of the problem. I no longer help to support people, but to replace them—and I am just waiting to be replaced myself. I used to have the desire to continue my education in my field, to live my life and to learn. Now I no longer know why I should. The future and the existence I had once envisioned, the “healthy world,” are no longer there. And in the evenings, when darkness descends, I can hardly sleep. With my eyes closed, I lie awake, feeling paralyzed, as if my thoughts are constantly running into a wall. I don't dare talk about it with those around me because I only see myself as a burden on the world. I think no one needs my problems—everyone is struggling with their own, and I am just another burden, another eyesore in an already fragile world. How can I still represent the hope and confidence of a world that is dying, when I am a correspondent of its murder?
    Goth Vibes
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