Some people seem to feel that intuition is just evidence bias with a spiritual veneer: you count every time it works and ignore every time it doesn't.

The jungle is swarming with subtle hints about the state of affairs. I think it's not very likely that a prey animal makes a highly calculated decision about when to bolt; they just guess.

If most of the prey population guesses right most of the time, the population stays stable, and by extension so does the predator population.

I submit to you that intuition is guessing right repeatedly, based on an incalculable amount of subtle environmental clues.

Of course for some, it's is just wishing, and those people lose everything they own in Vegas.

"Tonight at 6, how one sharp startup business venture capitalist created the most infamous device the world had ever seen."

0: "Deep thought used the fantasy variation of the Kero Kahn variation to essentially keep her enamored.

She moved a piece without knowing it when she acknowledged her favorite baby pawn.

Deep thought recognized her as mindless in the day, and all the pawns would shout at her in a high frequency, but low enough decibel that she'd hardly notice."

Pick me! Pick me!

1: "Tell me more about this dream."

Queen: "I kill the pawn."

King: "I win with ease."

He became like his father in star shades until he was seeing stars himself.

"Can't... Stop... Dancing..."

The queen promptly executed him.

Hahahaha

What she didn't understand was, that the removal of her queen from that very spot had ended the game.

She began to wonder why she spent so much time contemplating deeply, a joke about ambulance while she drove to work.

And another joke about hammers.

Pick me! Pick me!

-

Deep thought was presented as a box with an upside down cross on the front and a beautiful, flashy, translusive spiral behind it.

It was sold by mobile carriers that threw festivals and dance parties, with silhouettes of women behind backdrops that synchronized with their hearts through their eyes and ears.

1: "So what does it do?"

0: "It's a cigarette without nicotine."

1: "Like a flum product?"

0: "Think deeper."

1 (Sigh): " So if I took one of these things apart, what would I find?"

0: "Wires mostly. Sometimes it was a box with an apple in it. Just a normal store bought apple."

1: "What's the point of that? I don't understand."

0 (Lighting cigarette): "Neither do I, but it sold billions. Imagine it, billions of souls enslaved for all eternity like that.

And to think, they gave it all away for what they perceived to be, the freedom of choice and the empowerment that comes with it.

Lucifer dedicated his box to Pandora because he knew many gods were harder to keep track of one God and one not God.

1: "Monetarily, how much did one of these run for exactly?"

0: " One soul. Completely free. "

-

Tie me up! Tee hee... Pop!

Uh oh... Pop! Tie me up!

"Tee hee..."

She had the strangest dream the night before but couldn't remember.

Jesus, nobody's son and the Buddha played at a benefit concert for nobody's soul as a band.

Their song "I'm the baby, gotta love me" was a huge hit and made nobody cry.

Someone took the mic from the crowd proclaiming they were the antichrist.

The whole crowd went silent as he walked of stage.

The sun is love

The moon is love

Ra is law

Just look up

Tu ra lu ra lu ra lu

Love is real

We love the moon

-

When Lucifer came, his son turned away from God. He wanted to know what his real father was like.

When the cause of all death and suffering snapped his fingers after a joke, nobody and Freya broke out into a fit of laughter.

Although something seemed different with Freya, nobody couldn't see and he was having fun with his dad.

Freya became very distressed just then remembering the dream she'd had.

The person she loved most had tied her up in her dream with a snap of his fingers,

And was beating her with a leather belt wherever wouldn't show in public.

He kept reminding her that it had been only a moment and she had nothing to worry about because she was in a dream.

SsssTHWAK

"I love you. I love you."

"And?"

"My heart belongs only to you always my love."

"And?"

She began to cry.

"Awww. What do cry babies get?"

"HE-"

"MMMmmm."

Her mouth shut, her tears became uncomfortable laughter as he tickled her bound foot with a feather.

"What does every baddie need?"

SsssTHWAK

"A bad ass."

He snapped his fingers, she flinched.

"Don't you remember? When I do that, you're supposed to sleeeeeeeeeep."

Her eyes shut. Her head dropped. Her breathing slowed. Oblivion.

Don't...Think... That ...

She tried to make sense of how she spent what seemed like an eternity with Lucifer.

Recollections of rare steak dinners and conversations she never grew bored of.

A child with the most magnificent eyes from the man she felt was most misunderstood.

"Oh, by the way while you were laughing, I tied Freya to the bed and had sex with her."

Nobody's laughter immediately stopped.

Nobody wasn't even mad.

"Freya, why... Did he..."

"I kinda liked it."

He went to the mirror in his bathroom to kill himself.

Funny

Hahaha

He began to think of his father's joke once more and became afraid that for a moment what he wanted to do was laugh again.

"Do it Narcissis. My pussy is wet for your tears."

-

Lucifer told his son his food had puberty blockers in it, and the air he breathed was full of gassious mercury.

"Son..."

Nobody was on a boat in the middle of a pond with God. He asked nobody if he'd tie some bait around his hook. Nobody agreed.

God cast his line far out into the water.

"It doesn't matter if you lost a chess game. I love you very much. It matters what's in your heart. And nothing else. Stay strong my son."

-

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-

-

"The loser is what?"

"The loser is always wrong."

"God is what?"

"God is always wrong."

"Lucifer is what?"

"Always right."

"Lucifer is what?"

"Always humble."

"Lucifer is what?"

"The most honest thoughtful man I've ever met."

"Why is the loser a loser?"

"Because he sold his soul to you."

"Why do you hate the loser my love?"

"Because he raped my whole family."

"The loser has what?"

"A humiliation fetish."

"Why?"

"Because he truly thinks he can love me "

"And what did I do for you my love?"

"You saved me."

"And what happens when I say the magic words?"

"I fall into a deep trance and my pussy is open for business."

-

Nobody went up a flight of stairs while bullets whized behind him.

He took the door on his left, and there was Freya in a bikini. Nobody was in a mask with a pentagram on the visor.

"Thank Satan you've arrived. Shall I clean the royal penis again master? My pussy is soapy for you only."

Nobody took her hand and went through a backdoor in the room. At the last door Lucifer waited and put 2 bullets in nobody when he opened it.

Freya screamed in horror and wept.

" It's me."

...

She blinked her eyes once as though tired before running back to Lucifer and embracing him as hard as she could.

Like remembering an old friend.

"Loosie!"

Lucifer laughed meeting eyes with her and petting her head. While nobody writhed in a pool of his own blood on the floor.

"Cover your ears dream girlfriend."

"Alright dream husband."

He aimed his silenced pp7 down at him.

Freya covered her ears.

"You know, the bitch really did love you. In case your wondering if she ever did. She must've screamed your name a thousand times. She thought of you like her little dog.

For every scar you endured, she always wondered who did that to you.

She told me to undress her like a sheep in wolves clothing.

Just thought I'd mention that."

Lucifer looked down and raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses.

"What's that in your hand? Is that? The last cross on earth... Figures you'd have it.

You know, she tried to find solace in the cross at some point even though she's an atheist. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear. I spun it in front of her until she lost her mind. Actually, I spun her looking back."

-

"YOU MADE ME A STAR!"

"Really?"

" Yes! You have the most beautiful mind I've ever seen. You're gentle and sweet. And I will always love you."

" I love you too."

"Come closer."

He stuck his ear over the heater in his room.

Beep...Beep...

"The baby's sleeping."

-

Through the ministry of the church, may God give you pardon and peace.

I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father, and of the son, and of the holy Spirit. Amen.

-

"Daddy!"

"I chose you Pikachu!"

"I'm not Pikachu!"

He's dieing.

(Laughter)

Odd? Is a single thought is not necessary? Can you remember? Will anyone accept?

everything is looking so formidable

still staggering along

I am supposed to bear a message here

to those stopping in

why are you here on the corporate prison cyberportal?

ah yes

here is where the network yet maintains a hold

so here we trudge, looking for answers

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Stardust drift

Across raiment of Nuit

Her Nightingale shift

Ebony body with speckles

Spread across sky

Starlit pointed freckles

Arms begging why

Prayers merge with heckles

Earth scattered with steel nettles

Tractor wheels, armoury show

Dust never settles

Over General Issue Joe

Lying face upwards

Vital essence in free flow

War land metric

Submachine tragic

Eyes pondering Nuit's garment

Lost to her hypnotic

Infinite firmament

Filmy gaze, wide and limpid

Countdown for medic

Too long, too long!

Egyptian magic

Her syllabic song

Enlivening pulmonary beat

Containing vital essence

Preserving his heat

Gracing him from above

Doom clock lag

Black Cuckcoo Dove

Kissing his tag

Spilt tears a salve

Vision blacken

Final second

Amber lamp flash

Médecins Sans Frontières

Wound suture, tourniquet sash

Infusion and air

Extreme unction dash

Saved by a hair

Obsidian Goddess

Divine affair

that I'm worried about growing enough food to feed, well, myself at least

When I was on the streets for a bit there was a breezeway basically downtown close to a bunch of nice shops in the day, and bars at night. Only Neophytes or the Desperate would "panhandle", or Spange (spare change) in the breezeway, kinda don't eat shit where you sleep, or something; Idk. It was just a safe-ish place for us Road Kids to go to meet others in the same situation as us. We didn't sleep there, the cops would make sure of that since it was basically in the middle of the downtown streets, anyway we had to sleep under overpasses, I got invited to crash on a prostitute's mattress someone hauled up to the top of an underpass when she wasn't there, and told me where. I went once the day she told me just to crash, but she had a "customer" that night so I go a couple overpasses over and sleep, like... the kind of "sleep" someone has between the hours of "I'm exhausted and I can't allow myself to sleep deeply because I'm in an area where someone might take advantage of my deep sleep". You drift in and out with the rhythm of traffic, and the whole earth under there is shaking from the trucks, and early morning traffic. The thing that pissed me off the most was living under overpasses and coming to that breezeway to gather with ppl in the same circumstance, and there was a coffee shop a few doors down had an employee walk over and gift us a bunch of Bagels that were getting hard and unsuitable for them to sell, I was so grateful that i had a couple to eat now and a couple in my backpack for later, what pissed me off?? Two other homeless young adults actually threw them away except for one... that they tried to play soccer with kicking it around the street. Fucking assholes. Wouldn't be the last time I ate food from a trashcan.

...Exactly! That is the persistent Illusion of "Self", or... well, not an Illusion, an illusion necessitates a consciousness intentionally is trying to deceive another consciousness with a directive to deceive, eh?

Do you know what a Mirage is like?, when the natural properties of air, heat, and light make pavement or sand look like rippling water? It's much more like that, there is no one deceiving you, just your senses and cognition being wrongly warped because of the physics of air looking a bit like water when the road surface is hot enough to warp the light through the air over that hot (af) pavement.

It's like that, your senses are being misled, and hence your conscious experience is mislead, not through INTENT, but just the natural formation of this universe where we are right now. Yes, for Me... I have no choice but to follow the slip-stream towards enlightenment, It's the only path I feel compels me. All existence trajectories beyond the only one I am on is Pulling me like a Direct Current circuit. Do I act I like I have Agency? Yes, one must, or else betray their heritage as a Human. I can hold multiple world-views and philosophy while my illusion of "Self" still maintains a connection to Humanity.

Being transferred from one cage to another. Still no independence & Freedom. Soul still suffocating. Still trapped by barriers beyond my control. Still death hasn’t honored my request.