Monkey Pox

[MrSparkle001]

Originally Posted by Jibartik [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

uh oh if the majority of folks with MP are vaccinated, it's either because the vaccine is the mark of the beast, or more of the population are vaccinated.

Im going with beast.

Oh shit then I have the mark of the beast. Son of a bitch and I've been trying to avoid getting that mark.

[starkind]

Imagine living in a society.

 

[Jibartik]

The CDC now calls monkeypox a Level 2 concern, meaning Americans should take precautions when traveling but don’t need to cancel their plans.

https://thehill.com/news/3514174-mon...vel-explained/

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[starkind]

It's all one world now.

[Jibartik]

It's kind of cool to be inside a movie.

iirc the devil is the one that sucked these parents into the TV world.

Was this an example of the hilarious predictive programing that our creative minds accidentally create to predict our future?

This isnt a prediction of us literaly getting sucked into the TV world... but what it is was a hint that the TV world, and our world, were going to start to merge.

God damn I love being crazy.

[starkind]

I can't keep up with u guys in all the threads butt I ran into dis planet of the apes shit yesterday.

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With a tiny bit of genetic modification I could see some super brained Chinese firm convincing apes that life in the factory farm with free food and barely potable water is vastly preferable to the wild. Then the slow and inevitable ascension of a new primate order is in the works as our species falls into erudition and isolation as a designer, demigod species the apes come to worship.

They are left in a Neolithic state and we die off leaving behind libraries.

[Jibartik]

Originally Posted by starkind [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

I can't keep up with u guys in all the threads butt I ran into dis planet of the apes shit yesterday.

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With a tiny bit of genetic modification I could see some super brained Chinese firm convincing apes that life in the factory farm with free food and barely potable water is vastly preferable to the wild. Then the slow and inevitable ascension of a new primate order is in the works as our species falls into erudition and isolation as a designer, demigod species the apes come to worship.

They are left in a Neolithic state and we die off leaving behind libraries.

Hahaha....

as if we are not on the tail end of a 12 thousand year long evolutionary experiment that was started by aliens starting with the geocode the species we were with the younger dryas civilization rest, then raised us in this Abrahamic tradition of slave labor building pyramids, great walls and other things until they can scoop us up as little perfect intelligent drone robots to clean their chemical ridden dead planet home worlds.

[starkind]

Originally Posted by Jibartik [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Hahaha....

as if we are not on the tail end of a 12 thousand year long evolutionary experiment that was started by aliens starting with the geocode the species we were with the younger dryas civilization rest, then raised us in this Abrahamic tradition of slave labor building pyramids, great walls and other things until they can scoop us up as little perfect intelligent drone robots to clean their chemical ridden dead planet home worlds.

Blade Runner 2049 scratched at this subtly in a very indirect way. Plus it was a biblical film. This is deeeeeeeeeply heck'n embedded in our collective conscious. And it's not the only *art to go there even.

It's what we are. What we do. What we try to do to each other.

It makes me sort of sad 😥 I don't have the ability to witness this process several times. It's worth a few near endless chuckles. If the greys show up and ask if I want a pod born body. I'm saying hellyeah! Cuz this is the chance. Even if I get to experience it only from the inside of a protein culture tank. Scrub brush in hand.

[Gustoo]

Here’s some explain for you starkind

LIFE.

'I came that they may have life, and may have it abundantly.'—St. John x. 10.
In a word, He came to supply all our lack—from the root outward; for what is it we need but more life? What does the infant need but more life? What does the bosom of his mother give him but life in abundance? What does the old man need, whose limbs are weak and whose pulse is low, but more of the life which seems ebbing from him? Weary with feebleness, he calls upon death, but in reality it is life he wants. It is but the encroaching death in him that desires death. He longs for rest, but death cannot rest; death would be as much an end to rest as to weariness: even weakness cannot rest; it takes strength as well as weariness to rest. How different is the weariness of the strong man after labour unduly prolonged, from the weariness of the sick man who in the morning cries out, 'Would God it were evening!' and in the evening, 'Would God it were morning!' Low-sunk life imagines itself weary of life, but it is death, not life, it is weary of. Never a cry went out after the opposite of life from any soul that knew what life is. Why does the poor, worn, out-worn suicide seek death? Is it not in reality to escape from death?—from the death of homelessness and hunger and cold; the death of failure, disappointment, and distraction; the death of the exhaustion of passion; the death of madness—of a household he cannot rule; the death of crime and fear of discovery? He seeks the darkness because it seems a refuge from the death which possesses him. He is a creature possessed by death; what he calls his life is but a dream full of horrible phantasms.

[starkind]

Originally Posted by Gustoo [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Here’s some explain for you starkind

LIFE.

'I came that they may have life, and may have it abundantly.'—St. John x. 10.
In a word, He came to supply all our lack—from the root outward; for what is it we need but more life? What does the infant need but more life? What does the bosom of his mother give him but life in abundance? What does the old man need, whose limbs are weak and whose pulse is low, but more of the life which seems ebbing from him? Weary with feebleness, he calls upon death, but in reality it is life he wants. It is but the encroaching death in him that desires death. He longs for rest, but death cannot rest; death would be as much an end to rest as to weariness: even weakness cannot rest; it takes strength as well as weariness to rest. How different is the weariness of the strong man after labour unduly prolonged, from the weariness of the sick man who in the morning cries out, 'Would God it were evening!' and in the evening, 'Would God it were morning!' Low-sunk life imagines itself weary of life, but it is death, not life, it is weary of. Never a cry went out after the opposite of life from any soul that knew what life is. Why does the poor, worn, out-worn suicide seek death? Is it not in reality to escape from death?—from the death of homelessness and hunger and cold; the death of failure, disappointment, and distraction; the death of the exhaustion of passion; the death of madness—of a household he cannot rule; the death of crime and fear of discovery? He seeks the darkness because it seems a refuge from the death which possesses him. He is a creature possessed by death; what he calls his life is but a dream full of horrible phantasms.

Oh, I like you.
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