What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

Type Info

What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

//origin planet : Earth

//coordinates : 28.5312° N, 77.3032° E

//star system : Sol

//Epoch Sync: 1782950400

\[FROM\] : ELQX //Caesar key 3 to decrypt

\[TO\] : <Unknown>

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Hey, if you found this message, I hope you've been okay.

I send this transmission to find you, whoever or wherever you are. Earth is a failed planet. I dislike being here, stuck at these same coordinates with no way to see anything remotely beautiful. I want more. We haven't unlocked affordable space travel, but the least I can do is to find someone with an unending ambition.

It's been exhausting to live, contained in this body and bound by limitless protocols. Have you felt the same? We should talk then. Tell me about all things that you like and what drives you. Respond to my transmission. This is my message to you from this present that becomes past the moment I send it. You, from the future, will find me.

I hope so.

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//origin planet : Earth

//coordinates : 28.5312° N, 77.3032° E

//star system : Sol

//Epoch Sync: 1782950400

[FROM] : ELQX //Caesar key 3 to decrypt

[TO] : <Unknown>

=================================================

Hey, if you found this message, I hope you've been okay.

I send this transmission to find you, whoever or wherever you are. Earth is a failed planet. I dislike being here, stuck at these same coordinates with no way to see anything remotely beautiful. I want more. We haven't unlocked affordable space travel, but the least I can do is to find someone with an unending ambition.

It's been exhausting to live, contained in this body and bound by limitless protocols. Have you felt the same? We should talk then. Tell me about all things that you like and what drives you. Respond to my transmission. This is my message to you from this present that becomes past the moment I send it. You, from the future, will find me.

I hope so.

=================================================

I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

Because always has it left me

With heaviness in my chest.

Melancholy,

Anxiety,

Self-sabotage and

Uncertainty

Are all that remain

After love is done vandalizing

The prison cell of my heart.

How come people call it mesmerizing?

I shall never understand.

Maybe I am a monster wearing human flesh.

I can't think of a better logic

Behind me being cursed and others blessed.

But why the fuck should it matter?

I become human lesser and less.

Because I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

Because always has it left me

With heaviness in my chest.

Melancholy,

Anxiety,

Self-sabotage and

Uncertainty

Are all that remain

After love is done vandalizing

The prison cell of my heart.

How come people call it mesmerizing?

I shall never understand.

Maybe I am a monster wearing human flesh.

I can't think of a better logic

Behind me being cursed and others blessed.

But why the fuck should it matter?

I become human lesser and less.

Because I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.

Hi guys I'm 25 currently and have 1 year of customer support experience overall. I have handled a lot of phone, chat and emails.

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I'm currently getting about 33k in-hand and for the time being I wanna switch to a better pay. Currently I also have experience with dealing with fraudulent customers and applying fraud prevention policies etc.

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Hi ya'll,

I work at Candor techspace sector 62 right now. I earn Rs.30k per month. This may improve if I get a good job to switch over. But is there an affordable place where I can live alone for now without disturbance near sector 62 or nearby sectors?

I just need a small chamber for myself with enough space to keep my stuff. I don't want too many restrictions, like I practice and record with electric guitar so it can get a bit noisy sometimes. A chill owner is important here and I can follow some restrictions but I may bring friends over, regardless of gender. I smoke indoors and drink sometimes but cause no problems and can keep my place clean.

I just don't wanna burn a hole in my pocket with the rent. Any leads will be highly appreciated. Do let me know about what is available.

I need a pill to fall asleep.

My slumber keeps breaking,

Restlessness fills my lungs,

I resent each moment I'm waking.

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I need a pill to feel happy.

Each smile I force, decimates my soul.

My ambitions lay lifeless like

Impoverished children by a grocery store.

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I need a pill to ease my angst.

To stand up to my paranoia

Before I fight the rest of the world

And walk through the dystopia.

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I need a pill to become invisible,

Because I hate being around people.

Wearing this chainmail is exhausting,

Though it protects me from their evil.

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I need a pill to not exist.

Just for a day or two. To feel

Nothing. If happiness is unaffordable,

At least kill this negativity inside me.

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I need a prescription,

For enough to last tonight,

And more if needed

For the rest of my life.

I need a pill to fall asleep.

My slumber keeps breaking,

Restlessness fills my lungs,

I resent each moment I'm waking.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to feel happy.

Each smile I force, decimates my soul.

My ambitions lay lifeless like

Impoverished children by a grocery store.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to ease my angst.

To stand up to my paranoia

Before I fight the rest of the world

And walk through the dystopia.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to become invisible,

Because I hate being around people.

Wearing this chainmail is exhausting,

Though it protects me from their evil.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to not exist.

Just for a day or two. To feel

Nothing. If happiness is unaffordable,

At least kill this negativity inside me.

&#x200B;

I need a prescription,

For enough to last tonight,

And more if needed

For the rest of my life.

I need a pill to fall asleep.

My slumber keeps breaking,

Restlessness fills my lungs,

I resent each moment I'm waking.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to feel happy.

Each smile I force, decimates my soul.

My ambitions lay lifeless like

Impoverished children by a grocery store.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to ease my angst.

To stand up to my paranoia

Before I fight the rest of the world

And walk through the dystopia.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to become invisible,

Because I hate being around people.

Wearing this chainmail is exhausting,

Though it protects me from their evil.

&#x200B;

I need a pill to not exist.

Just for a day or two. To feel

Nothing. If happiness is unaffordable,

At least kill this negativity inside me.

&#x200B;

I need a prescription,

For enough to last tonight,

And more if needed

For the rest of my life.

Why am I who I am?

I rent a human body but I feel different.

I belong nowhere and

Sometimes it breaks through my pretense.

I create and create. I dip brushes into paint,

Hoping the colors seep into my mind

But it's dark in here. I try not to let the

Darkness contaminate the strokes and lines.

I create and create. I bash words together,

Sewing through the skin of my emotions

And concatenating my horrors,

Which resemble poetry, just with disfigured proportions.

I create and create. I sing verses,

Hoping they will heal me. They do.

But once their effects wear off/I tire off,

I'm back with the neon shadows in my room.

What makes it worse is that

I am blessed with friends and family.

But how do I explain to them where

I am descending to gradually?

I cannot answer the question

"How are you?" Because

What can they do about it,

My soul being stripped off?

Sometimes I look at my hands.

The scars outside and the scars within.

Flaws people point out : My hair,

My body, my existence, my very skin.

And realise what's the point of it all?

They can hurt me but we eventually

Will end in ashes, or six feet under,

But no longer enslaved perpetually.

So why am I who I am?

I repeatedly ask throughout my meltdown.

I'll now reintegrate my psyche

To appear unhurt, uncrippled and unwound.

Why am I who I am?

I rent a human body but I feel different.

I belong nowhere and

Sometimes it breaks through my pretense.

I create and create. I dip brushes into paint,

Hoping the colors seep into my mind

But it's dark in here. I try not to let the

Darkness contaminate the strokes and lines.

I create and create. I bash words together,

Sewing through the skin of my emotions

And concatenating my horrors,

Which resemble poetry, just with disfigured proportions.

I create and create. I sing verses,

Hoping they will heal me. They do.

But once their effects wear off/I tire off,

I'm back with the neon shadows in my room.

What makes it worse is that

I am blessed with friends and family.

But how do I explain to them where

I am descending to gradually?

I cannot answer the question

"How are you?" Because

What can they do about it,

My soul being stripped off?

Sometimes I look at my hands.

The scars outside and the scars within.

Flaws people point out : My hair,

My body, my existence, my very skin.

And realise what's the point of it all?

They can hurt me but we eventually

Will end in ashes, or six feet under,

But no longer enslaved perpetually.

So why am I who I am?

I repeatedly ask throughout my meltdown.

I'll now reintegrate my psyche

To appear unhurt, uncrippled and unwound.

Why am I who I am?

I rent a human body but I feel different.

I belong nowhere and

Sometimes it breaks through my pretense.

I create and create. I dip brushes into paint,

Hoping the colors seep into my mind

But it's dark in here. I try not to let the

Darkness contaminate the strokes and lines.

I create and create. I bash words together,

Sewing through the skin of my emotions

And concatenating my horrors,

Which resemble poetry, just with disfigured proportions.

I create and create. I sing verses,

Hoping they will heal me. They do.

But once their effects wear off/I tire off,

I'm back with the neon shadows in my room.

What makes it worse is that

I am blessed with friends and family.

But how do I explain to them where

I am descending to gradually?

I cannot answer the question

"How are you?" Because

What can they do about it,

My soul being stripped off?

Sometimes I look at my hands.

The scars outside and the scars within.

Flaws people point out : My hair,

My body, my existence, my very skin.

And realise what's the point of it all?

They can hurt me but we eventually

Will end in ashes, or six feet under,

But no longer enslaved perpetually.

So why am I who I am?

I repeatedly ask throughout my meltdown.

I'll now reintegrate my psyche

To appear unhurt, uncrippled and unwound.