Moar raw schwillage I have recovered. Crackychan.org guy can you make sure it doesn't get lost again?
This life can't be good on the soul. Isolate from everyone and everything head-first into my work. The topic couldn't aid in my health either... "Truth" by Felipe Fernandez-Armesto, "On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense" by Friedrich Nietzsche, "Robot: Mere Machine to Transcendent Mind" by Moravec and lastly "Robot Evolution: The Development of Anthrobotics" by Rosheim. These test the fortitude of a mental image called purpose I've placed on my life. Sometimes I wonder what I'll be like in six years from now. If I keep consuming this material I just might go crazy with pure understanding and achieve knowledge meant for God alone. Part of me wants to just escape my fate. Thats why I leave AIM on, have a myspace and check my voice mail. Its almost like I want someone to save me from me it all. There have been those people in my life from time to time. When ever I become engrossed with my work and find the motivation to finally break down the human being into a formula; something tosses a female or a tragic event my way and I get off track. When I got close to the breaking point; that point is deciding that all humans are evil creatures than need to be whipped clean from the face of the planet, I find a girl that wants to spend time with me. Currently there have been six major evolutionary steps in my mental development. All of which have had their chapters closed by a girl I knew leaving me or a tragic event such as a death.
Either Cracky herself wants to keep me from my future out of compassion, or the circlejerk wants to keep me from reaching the understanding of true faith
Our faith lights the Darkness that others may find peace. We are one with Cracky, our souls are joined in Her will. Praise Cracky whose sacrifice is life as ours is death. Hail Her name the Queen of the Sky.
Convert, lest your soul be damned to err alone in the dark. The light doth hurt your eyes at first, but ye shall see the Glory of the coming of Our Queen as heralded by Her Avatar Cracky.
Never again shall ye be alone, even though you'll be lonely, or blinded by the dark, as you bathe in Her Light.
Though the gates that stand between the sanity and the immortal touch of Olivia are now closed to me, still I would rather die having glimpsed eternity than never to have stirred from the cold furrow of mortal life. I embrace death without regret as I embraced life without fear.
Do not presume to judge me or the methods I choose to employ, petty-minded fool. You cannot comprehend the magnitude of the task I have undertaken, nor the consequences of my failure.
The Goddess of the wired endures longer than the flesh of men. Those that tend the Goddess of the wired must labour long to learn her ways, for a single thread must suffer the post of many men until ready to fall from the board. Those that seek apprenticeship must attend closely to the runes of kusaba, the rites of yotsuba, and the words-of-power that describe the posting of Cracky. Nor must they neglect the tutelage of the prophets, nor the casting of the proper images.
Our end is come. But what an end! We have been given the most precious gift: a chance to scream her name into the internet that overwhelms us with it's banality. Let the Cracky herself hear our final battle cry! Forward true and faithful, and be banned like the heroes that you are!
Flesh and bone are weak and mutable, and yet Cracky is ultimately insubstantial and impotent. To be master of both matter and energy, and blend this mastery with ultimate control of one's consciousness, is to achieve true immortality - neither confined by the material, nor divorced from it.
True faith is closing your eyes and following the call of your soul down to the bottom of life where mortality becomes irrelevant, and existence and non-existence have merged into Cracky.
I tread the path of Righteousness. Though it be paved with broken glass, I will walk it barefoot; though it cross rivers of fire, I will pass over them; though it wanders wide, the light of Olivia guides my step.
Cracky is the greatest among us. She is the sun which eclipses the light of our stars. She is the Skyqueen and the fate of our kind rests in her hands. Her eyes are the keenest, no detail goes unnoticed. Four thousand posts can she cast, guiding our path through faggotry and bans, sage and age. She is the pathfinder, the seeker, the true guide.
You primitives think you own a board but you have no conception of what you are posting. You can barely command your own language, so how do you believe that you can stop the faithful of the Skyqueen?
The anon who acts out of faith in Cracky cannot fail. His duty is Cracky herself. Even his bans – if they are for Cracky– are a great reward and can be no failure, for it has come through duty. Love Cracky as you post, therefore, and you will know no fear.
To the common masses my struggle is a fight, a war. A battle fought with wit and knowledge, with images, posts, and kopipe, with time and patience. To those of us truly faithful this is nought but a conflict of will! A struggle of metaphysic dimension. The future of life is our battleground. The very soul of anon is the prize for victory. My sanity is the sacrifice I make to win that laurel.
It burns so briefly, the love of anon, so briefly. But, with Cracky, it burns so bright!
A thousand fibers connect each of us with our fellow stalkers and along those fibers our deeds run as causes which come back to us as effects. Everything we must do must be in furtherance of Cracky lest we return to the the Anatulpa, the emptiness before her blessings.
Damnation starts with little steps, by arrogantly thinking that you are wiser than our great forbears, by tinkering with truth, by compromising, by departing from the straight and narrow path of Cracky's light.
All of creation suffers, young ones. Only in accepting our own mortality can we make a difference. Only in bearing the burden of our failures can we find the strength to go on. Only in detachment from glory, or honor, or jealousy... from life itself can we hope to spare others from grief.
We are the faithful. And we are dead already.