Teacher : draw a triangle with sides of length 1 inch, 2 inches and 3 inches

Kid : but you can’t do that. You get a 3 inch line. Other students proceed to draw skinny triangles.

Teacher : you’re wrong Kid. Everybody else can do it, what’s your problem?

True story.

I’ll do my own pandering thank you. With a collection of clear virtue signals, a rigorous purity filter and a crew of fanatical moderators.

Carpenter coder here. I like saving my code powers for my own beloved projects.

My thoughts as well.

It makes me wonder about my own fears. How many of them were put there by propaganda?

He’s nothing but a low-down, double-dealing, backstabbing, larcenous perverted worm! Hanging’s too good for him. Burning’s too good for him! He should be torn into little bitsy pieces and buried alive!

deleted by creator

I imagine such a creature raped and dominated by his own flesh. A whining, grunting puppet.

I think it half-exists. I speak from a deep inspection of will performed while meditating.

There is a spark of energy that arises from my mysterious depths, that preceeds choice. I dunno where it comes from. Like I said, mysterious depths.

The spark enters this world and takes its form from it. Becomes a choice. Taking form from formlessness like breath blown into a flute. Or a player’s will injected into a videogame.