The greater part of a decade's worth of digital collation.
Abandoned outposts in the expanse of cyberspace.
Papers drifting in the wind; contextless excepts from deleted chat
rooms, secretly passed notes, discarded and discovered.
Subroutines echoing in the depths of forgotten server rooms.



//留在我身边//

Continuing fall in l⚬ve with y⚬u… and the weather conditions that surround y⚬u! (very distinct taste of snow in my mouth listening 2 this?) "both invisible and silent, both real and imagined" @ digital snow found html temple (god provides for the foxes) Invisible structures Digital ghost Deleted space Digital emotion Snow dream I found evidence of past life here, but no signs of it. Memories without homes Sentinel drones Unexplored regions Dust and bones Abandoned earth The end is not the end The deepest of waters A room with no door Advancements in facial recognition technology. A face overlooks the ocean. I trace fragments When computers sleep, they dream. All the information known to man a relic of a world long since destroyed. The longer I remained, the thicker the fog grew. Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of its own? An isolated structure in the distance. Time will be distorted there. A preserved moment of decay, a half-developed human on half-developed hardware. Orbiting the cursed planet. I was no longer certain if it had ever been real. If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. (end of data log.) grey clouds freeze and fall start small get smaller keyboard covered in moss climb the cell phone tower and see the lights through the coverup skin and bones, lying touchtones the fae folk took us who cares who cares the moon will follow you home anyway its raining again You never really let the dreamlike days go

amun mensa international
seraphic euthonia synaptics
playing birdsong on acoustic instruments
chinese halloween
synthrax vector archive
now its nimb time plus petting cat time
azathoth and anubis hold hands above the world
4th inclination
illegal ancient holograms
dry petals of dead flowers have secret cures in them
god provides for the foxes
15.9 BMI
kneel beneath animal kings
anything under the sun, once touched by life (sun) is imbued with power over death
night stalker
god is not real but he loves us
selling everything i own and giving the money away
walk in the snow and leave no footprints
give the shirt off your back to those who wish you harm
drifting away
Ysengrimus
Anubis bleeding
I'll just take a walk
Falling

I imagine there are no angels on sites like Facebook or Twitter, it's only demons. Angels probably only use super obscure forums barely anyone knows about.
past the glittering lights and the showers of sparks and the cascading errors on its way to yr heart
【100% 無廣告 ,放鬆音樂】雖然大家都不認識,卻因這首歌洗滌淨化了我們的心靈,祝福各位能在繁忙的生活中取得平衡得到安穩和平祥和心❣️
"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed"
the only coherent theological principle is universal love and benevolence for all beings
undying love for underground and DIY art, cats, and my friends.

in a place where no one ever goes
fog bank through an empty home
the world is a quiet place
and it keeps getting quieter
Your wings are soft.
I don’t want to go back.

"There's a track on decrepit karaoke of me playing in a snowy parking lot in the middle of winter at night, it's like -10C out and it was fucking with my equipment and my cables were all stiff"

the only way someone will ever get me into analog horror is if someone actually utilises the tools of the medium; by which i mean, if someone
actually bothered playing with the unique qualities of analog video, u might get me hooked. im eternally tired of fake vhs filters that dont
display the real tangible texture of a vhs tape, im tired of the weakest fake-shit imaginable cooked up by someone going off a blurry polaroid
of a vague facsimile of what the tape medium was like, it kills my soul and very being. vcrs and tapes arent even expensive, and in my mind ud
even then want the cheapest still barely functional ones to properly sell the aesthetic of the decay of the medium, the conceptualisation of a
rotting corpse embedded in the very way the corpse is struggling to communicate

A radio with poor reception plays fragments of famous songs… thus the world stop, buried in snow?

The origins of the Cynocephaly are unknown,
but ancient Lore hint at a curse. In Vetillian
mythology, the Elder God Norvoros, deity of Beasts,
cursed a Daronican army to live as beasts forever
after they desecrated a holy forest following their
victory over the northern rebels.

Something about the other dimension me and my friend visited.
Something about neon lights and night wind?
About deserts and sport cars?
About datahell, abandoned radiostations, blurry tripouts?
Something about.. everything?

"i think we're gonna have to evaporate this city"
"damn"

	>Love is patient, love is kind, it isn’t jealous, it doesn’t brag, it isn’t arrogant, it isn’t rude,
	it doesn’t seek its own advantage, it isn’t irritable, it doesn’t keep a record of complaints, it isn’t
	happy with injustice, but it is happy with the truth. Love puts up with all things, trusts in all things,
	hopes for all things, endures all things.
	1 Corinthians 13:4-7

  "I'm positive this song is about a vitamin. You know the best kind of supplement to your daily nutrition. It keeps me under the best kinds of stars, some goreish stars. Oh good heavens am I gone."
  limia walked on my keyboard she says 	y76uuu8999o0ew23p9uil;dskj78rf4[//000000000000000	//qq 9  00/   b b  	q7yzmj7luzua1

"I am like some fairy thing. I dream about fairies dancing around the house with their rib cages showing like baskets under their flesh. I could drift up and away from here. I am so light. Bound by nothing. Not even time."
☆ COYOTE RITUAL ♥ HEAVY WEATHER ☆ FEBRUARY 14 lol ;).... oh yeah ... love is real btw x

      	"At the end of the hole" - split leaf philodendron
      	raytracing is2g "slonky" (fild?)
      	⟡ pls note the ai inflicts emotional damage (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
      	hegemony jellicle interim Risographed
      	0642555 instructions some goreish stars.
      	World-scale board game upon which it isn't clear who is winning or what side you are on
  	scottish wildcats, unreachable truths: "I’ll send my haunting melody throughout the town"
  	disintegeation of fragmentary structures held through the remains of an inifnite silence of scattered pieces cut into an everything. "had to explain what furries are to a friend on LSD"




                                  Those arguing that blocking with the edge is better cite many historical records, as well, arguing that 
                                  their sources instruct using the edge to block because the mechanics of the hand and arm are much stronger 
                                  when blocking with the edge than with the flat. To further substantiate that edge-on-edge contact is the 
                                  proper way to block, proponents claim that one needs only to examine the construction of the crossguard.
                                  Crossguards are aligned with the edge of the blade. If you were to block with the flat and your opponent’s 
                                  sword ran up your blade, there is nothing to prevent it from cutting your hand.

2 MHz,29.9999 MHz Link-11 (Also known as ALLIGATOR, STANAG 5511, 
TADIL-A, MIL-STD-6011, and MIL-STD-188-203-1A) is a Tactical Data 
Link standard (formerly known as Tactical Digital Information Link 
(TADIL) used by NATO and the US Military for Maritime Tactical Data 
Exchange. (doi: 10.1111/1556-4029.13800)


Baby, when you look at me, you know that I'll be here forever
Baby, when I look at you, I know that we'll be here together

.

What is the end of the world? Is it fire and brimstone and the shouts of angels, or is it an empty skatepark
with an anarchy graffiti and a couple of losers that just want to share the gospel?
- doughy dxniels (RIP), "dxm finale, tripout, #endoftheworld #apocalypse #2012 #shorts" (2023) [archive]

Take care, please. You are a shining light whether you see it or not.


No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
Lost media preservation efforts should focus less on pop culture and more on the constantly-uploaded, constantly-fading art and music by independent webizens. YouTube videos with barely any audience, teenage artists recording demos in their bedrooms, anonymous postings and chatroom ephemera have been close to my heart my entire life. Cyberia is real.
I'll be here forever We'll be here together

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file:///C:/Users/reynard/Downloads/966318_0_merged_1687773075.pdf
https://trustyoursupplier.com/tag/prism/
https://agupubs.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1029/2023GL105029
https://www.iceaaonline.com/archives/
https://zerowasteeurope.eu/publications_types/study/
https://www.imf.org/en/Blogs/Articles/2022/11/04/getting-back-on-track-to-net-zero-three-critical-priorities-for-cop27
https://www.ihe.net/Technical_Framework/upload/IHE_RAD_Suppl_MIMA.pdf
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