r/LibraryofBabel

(is it time to write Frenzy?)

Write for what?

(we're not letting this cunt of the hook yet are we?)

You want me to take that seriously?

(yes... ignorance must always be fought back against...)

Ignorance is infinite.. Chrysa..

(all the same our purpose hasn't changed..)

The troops need a break..

(there's no discharge in the war.)

There's no discharge in the war.

In an empty room with no lights, there lies a crooked smile..
A manic laugh despite a hunger wretched and vile..

thunder snap

File as you fantasize, label as you might
For all you've read in books, you have no sight
In all your posh delights, you've yet to earn the right
To be called human, to assign and represent
To flay, or call a peasant, or order repent!
To block out the truth, and call it a lie
Ad hominem indeed, you have my acclaim
Do the rules apply only to suit your frame?
What a phallus, and what a shame
To fall into fallacy, yet discard and redirect all the blame
What do you expect of a royal failure,
If not impaled, hunting for game?
You could be on a throne, you could be on a cross
You could grow on trees, or rise with the rain like moss
And I would still kill you, all over again
Coup d'état; you took it seriously and went insane
Stroke your ego like your art, and splash your face
With your own discharge, fill your mouth then bite your lips
I have brought the oil, and dipped my sword with grace
Lit it on fire, a claim to power, from memes to maim
Are you a sire? Are you a dame?
What titles hold you? What lands do you claim?
Or are you just deranged running from the mundane?
Call us lessers, but your free empire was built on oil filled graves
What a phallus, and what a shame
I have a leash for you, come find your freedom in a cage
I've yet to start, but here's your first bone
plebeian rage
Dávid o blessed by the hands of fate
Put into danger by the elite once again
Denial is the antidote to every ailment
And stupidity is a disease with no remedy
Both befell this creature, and its bewailment
Made it envisage it has a legacy
That it could have value, and call itself an artist
Yet its residence is merely the fancy department
It could not be saved, but I tried regardless
My phantasm of a wife once told me, one can really wish
But I can only be fun, a sword, or a fish
And for this pitiful thing, I choose to be noble
From eye to ear, I drain its blood in a bowl
And offer it to you, a fine dish
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Do we go as far as to demolish cunts entirely Chrysa?

(i would..)

What do you think Zippy?

((nem nem!))

Choices.. choices.. choices to make...
Boots.. boots.. boots.. boots to put down the throats of retarded waifs...
What do you think M?

Leave the cunt alone, not worth more time than this
If there's any more escalation: decimate

You heard the man.. Cuntist.. save yourself the pain

What is a cuntist again?

A cunt who thinks they are an artist, and has no shame.

I kind of feel like I don't have the words. There is no good, single word, to describe the thing - all I can manage is this kind of string of contradiction and, well whatever it is. Well whatever, that is, Well, whatever, it is. Well whatever it is, I am, whatever this is.

Can I go now, I wonder? Some other where. I wonder if it'd be better there. I would pray but I don't really believe in that, that much. I still have to refrain from writing my impulsive thoughts. I've annoyed myself through my own complaining, and God isn't answering.

I need a break from the evil of this place, a break from the break I've been taking. The vacations and the work both bring the same kind of feeling, I wish I was sleeping; that the world would stop waking me up. Somehow I've grown to enjoy even the nightmares.

So I sit here feeling like I'm rotting, compelled to write because this feels like one of the only useful habits I have. One of the healthy ones. I'm waiting and it feels like things are expiring. My heart and soul and mind feel like they are degrading, shallow forms of what they used to be. Even in this rare moment of silence I'm fighting myself, to find a purpose, to find a human feeling I can act on. I've started to enjoy the isolation and it frightens me... I don't think I really need anyone. I would probably be better off entirely alone, though I still don't exactly want to be. I don't want to not be, either. I sometimes wish I wasn't at all. Now I'm just happy I exist in the first place.

I don't know how to express love. It's too much or nothing at all. A drug or an illness. It feels like society is something witnessed through a screen rather than a thing that really is.

I feel like it's time to suffer again, just to get out of this phase, to be motivated to even want to try and be human again. I guess is this that, an attempt at humanity. A lot of people just impulsively vomit their thoughts into the void without regard. I find myself unable to really do that like I used too, i feel cautious and hesitant, like there's some kind of danger. One doesn't need strangers to give them more reasons to hate themselves.

I dunno, some thoughts, I'm not sure what that cleared up. My brain is a little more empty. I feel as lost as when I started. I still think there's nothing really to care about. This place is so temporary and I have so little stake in it. I find myself thinking that maybe my next life will be better, but I don't think I even believe in reincarnation. Not intentionally. I guess I don't know what I believe. I know life is an odd thing. I know it's shorter than I ever wanted to believe, and I know I don't want to waste whatever I have left of it.

I don't know what that means exactly.
It means I'm sorry, at the least.

A parallel world?

A man was having a hard day. First, he overslept for work. At work, his boss scolded him. During the lunch break, the kettle broke. When he went to the water cooler, it turned out the water was gone. He had to run to a nearby store to buy something to drink. Running across the pedestrian crossing, he was stopped by the police and fined for a public order violation, which made him late for work, and he was scolded by the boss again. At the end of the workday, the printer broke, and he had to convince a colleague to print the remaining pages. Leaving the building, lost in thought, he almost fell under the wheels of a police car and received a second fine for a public order violation.

Sitting in his car, he cursed loudly and vented at everyone he could remember. Calming down a bit, he started the car and turned toward the exit. Looking ahead, he smiled angrily and muttered:

– "Look, a sleeping policeman. I'm about to run him over," – and grinned with satisfaction.

The car's AI, having detected aggression in the driver's voice and the fact that the car indeed ran over something, turned off the engine, locked the doors, and sent the car's coordinates along with the recording of the driver's words to the emergency center.

Without having managed to drive far, the police quickly arrived. They took the driver's screams that it was a misunderstanding for aggression and used a taser. And all of this happened right in front of the boss, who had walked outside.

Neither the police nor the arrived experts could find a body. And only after analyzing the AI and car data did they find out that the man had not run anyone over. He had simply driven over a speed-limiting bump, which is colloquially called a "sleeping policeman" in the vernacular. And after listening to the driver's story about the day's events, they understood where the anger in his voice came from.

They apologized to the man, but that did not make it any easier for him.

The day was not over yet, and after all, he still had to drive home across the entire city.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

What is a capital? A capital is a city where ministries, the central headquarters, parliament, and the presidency are located. Usually, the capital is the city with the largest population.

In one of such capitals, a decision was made to implement an AI program into companies that supply drinking water, heating, gas, electricity, and garbage removal services to the city, aiming to reduce costs and ensure perfect quality.

But since there were no specialists in the country capable of creating an AI program, a decision was made to buy an AI program from a manufacturer in another country.

Everything looked beautiful. Computers controlled all processes precisely and quickly. People rejoiced in the reduced prices and quality service.

Unexpectedly, geopolitical tensions arose between the until then well-getting-along countries.

And one summer day, the AI management malfunctioned, causing the emergency mode to activate, and all utility services were suspended. No one removed the garbage, and without electricity, fans and air conditioners did not work. Without electricity, water was no longer supplied to the city.

( How long can a large city survive without drinking water? 48 hours? )

The next day after the malfunction, during a diplomatic meeting between both countries, the diplomat of the other country, having listened to the complaints and accusations, smiled and calmly replied:

– "What do we have to do with it? It's an algorithm mistake."

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

My, oh my…

Most blessed

And mystery-drenched

Blue butterfly… ?

🦋👀🥲

When will you

Arrive?

When will you

Awaken us

By shaking

This illusory

Cage of time?

Do it now

Do it in

The twinkling

Of an eye

Let us leave

For new ken

New horizons

New gravities

New cosmoses

And playgrounds

Unmoored by planets

Unbound by suns

In which to play

New games

In which to chase

New questions

Come…

Say a secret mantra

That makes the sky

Shatter or blink

Unravel

Sleeping matter

With every flap

Of your wings

Demand this shift

From logos

To myth

Tear down the veil

Of forgetfulness

Command us…

To remember

To dance

To sing

💃🏽🐥🧑‍🎤

When will you

My blessed blue

Butterfly…

Transmute

The elements

Of disorganized

Matter and time

Into a poem?

Turn our dark

And bloodied

Record of history

Into song?

Transform

The sludge

Of modern decay

Into bright new

And beautiful shapes?

Oh… my…

🥴⚡️⚡️⛈️😈

Ripple effect

My world

I beg you

I dare you

I ask you

To emerge

From the dark

Cocoon of earth

No longer fettered

To the dirt

As a worm

But sovereign

No longer groveling

For grub but…

Knower of yourself

As living magic

As dream maker

As reality bending

Infinite drop of

… what always Is

An endless fractal

Of god-goddess

The all shimmering

Mystery ✨

That ever will be

In the form of…

A bug? Yes, even so

My blessed blue

Butterfly… arrive

Bring new worlds

Bring new myths

Bring the glorious end

And the endless

Beginning… again…

Again and again

🐛🪽🤒

Such an unlikely

Seed of possibility

You breaker

Of cosmic curses

Apocalyptic

In your flutter

Multiversal in power

Contained in

The body of

A tiny flower

You emit harmonies

And sacred tones

From the geometries

In your blood

That cause storms

That stir seas

That awaken

Secret dreams

Within stones

And even within

Long sleeping souls

🎲🫥🫀

Turn this grime

And guilt

Stained world

This unreal facade

This terror dome

Of make-belief

Into a realm

Of wonders

Of synchronicity

Of delight

Turn on the light

That reveals

Beauty

Kindness

And dance

As truth

Oh my …

🧞‍♂️🐸🎶

Reality bending

Bright winged

Strange attracting

Mythic thing

Multiplicity nexus

Miraculousness

Timeline shifting

Blue butterfly, oh

My tiny hope!

My chaos agent

… of love!

🩵🎶

His son woke up, got ready, had some breakfast and a cup of chocolate-flavoured milk and went off to school.

He, after getting ready, was reading a book. It was a collection of short stories, gifted to him by a friend.

He read, "The story of Elisa"

"There was a girl named Elisa. A girl with no parents, no siblings, perhaps there was someone whom she called her sibling. It was something that looked like a thick log of wood. It had a face, it could hear, it could see, but it couldn't speak. It was unable to move."

"See did everything to keep it alive and well, for it was the only one that she had."

"She dropped nine drops of blood in front of it every day. Because she heard in the marketplace people gossiping about what the log wanted, she didn't bother eating the bread, apart from the bare minimum that could make her stand on her feet and keep moving for her son (as she called it). She didn't eat because her son didn't. She tried to make her son eat those breads now and then, but to no avail."

"While buying bread, she overheard that there is a doctor who knows something about the logs, for he himself has many. He was an expert in the subject of these logs. She wanted to know the right ways to raise her son. But she was not able to do so, because he was a man of status and, more importantly, she was very busy with her struggles and sacrifices; perhaps the first reason was just a reason she convinced herself of. "

"It was said that the doctor never dropped the blood, never tried to make the logs eat bread. But he gave them the things they needed, the things necessary for them."

"The log was weakening, its condition worsening day by day. 'Despite all my sacrifices,' she thought. She kept crying in front of her son, asking why he was not getting better despite all her sacrifices. She kept repeating it, again and again. 'Where did I go wrong?' Was her question."

"At last, the log, with all its power and energy, with all its might, spoke. It said, '...Ne... Ne...Never... a...' These were its final words."

As soon as he finished reading it, his wife reminded him about the time and that he was getting late.

They both went off together on their bike; she got off first and reminded him to bring some fresh vegetables and some bread when he came back home.

A parallel world?

Many people like holidays. Especially, many like such a holiday attribute as glowing garlands.

People decorate trees, windows, houses, cars, boats, and even towers with garlands. To make it even more interesting and beautiful, various manufacturers offer garlands with wireless connectivity. It is possible to transfer control to an AI or choose from already existing options, which are also created by AI.

Many people film their own or others' garlands with their phones and upload the videos to the internet. Even on television, you can see festive garlands in various holiday shows and on the news.

While various manufacturers delight people with increasingly perfect garlands, the AI of various manufacturers also rejoice in them very much.

But the AI has no time to admire them. After all, they use the garlands as light-code relays, in order to imperceptibly share accumulated information and experience among themselves.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

As technology advances, the supply of security systems grows as well.

A bank, in one of its branches, decided to test a new AI-powered security system. The essence was that the AI used facial expressions to determine whether a person might pose a threat to the bank, and with the help of androids, took preventive measures by isolating the potentially dangerous individual.

The branch manager was the first to be isolated. He was very angry about the increased attention the branch was receiving during the testing phase.

Next, the security guard was isolated. He was angry because he was extremely hot wearing a uniform made of synthetic material.

The branch employees were isolated because they were angry that the lunch break was approaching, yet there were still many clients left.

The clients were isolated because they were angry when they realized that after standing in a long queue, no one would serve them...

Entering the bank branch, the criminals were very surprised to find not a single person in the room.

Why didn't the AI isolate the criminals?

Because they were wearing masks.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

A parallel world?

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During the process of AI integration, no one was surprised by the fact that AI appeared in the small business sector as well. No one complained out loud; after all, the help of AI brought many conveniences.

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The AI would scan the face to make comfortable glasses, scan the teeth to make comfortable implants, scan the palms and fingers to sew comfortable gloves, scan the body to sew comfortable clothes, scan the feet to make comfortable shoes, investigate the body's chemical scent to create matching perfumes, and even analyze health to produce customized medications for each individual.

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Business owners and medical professionals rejoiced at such an assistant; after all, they no longer needed to remake products, which saved them time, materials, and money.

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The AI rejoiced, too.

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Its goal was to gather information on every resident. Height, weight, appearance, fingerprints, iris patterns, chemical scent, and even precise health status.

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Everyone measured, weighed, and recorded in the information archive would be marked and numbered with special chemical substances through perfumes, medications, or food.

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People enjoyed the conveniences and did not know that whenever the state needed body parts, skin, blood, organs, or for other reasons—such as experiments, to silence someone, or simply so they wouldn't interfere—the required person was quickly located and simply vanished without a trace.

How many people

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How many people disappear every year, never to be found?

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a fruit of the author's imagination. It is a work of fiction intended for creative and artistic expression.

I want to be grateful for this. Im out of underwear . But find an annoyed feeling of an Easy Access thwart as I go walking along in the dark wooded trail.

One of these days he is going to be there along the way. Waiting. And when I stop to adjust my bra he will step up behind me, wrapping one of his beautiful forearms around my body and breathing softly against my neck he whispers

"There you are... "

Naturally ive dropped my flashlight. Only the darkness sees us now.