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Every command typed into a computer invokes the Keys of Solomon. Programs and calculations are run by mindless infernal spirits building temples of Goetic code.
Progress in the development of machine learning and AI steadily reaches stagnation. In search of a unique solution, programmers turn to occultism, lobotomizing summoned Demons and etching their True Names into computer chips.
Progress in the development of machine learning and AI steadily reaches stagnation. In search of a unique solution, programmers turn to occultism, lobotomizing summoned Demons and etching their True Names into computer chips.
Angles are often depicted wreathed in fire because their bodies combusts when entering our planet's atmosphere. By the time they reach us with their portent, their bodies have melted like votive candle wax.
A new eco-system breeds in the walls of the American office space. You laugh at your coworkers' warnings of the managerial foodchain. "We eat our own," they say with distant smiles. Easy enough to laugh off – until you notice the stains in the carpet and their sharpened teeth.
Theologians seeking patronage from the goddess of knowledge must first prove with scientific reasoning that she exists before recieving her boon. Preacher-scholars of this goddess are always entombed with their findings, ensuring their methods die with them.
Stand and watch the snowflakes fall with me – let us dream of the winter to come. Even if time hasn't moved in that way for a long time, and there are no clouds, and no stars in the sky, and this snow burns my skin. Not like how I remember it should.
On the rare occasions I visited, my grandmother would frequently stress that I learn to sew. I had balked at the thought – considered it an archaic craft not worthy of my time. Oh how nice it would be to have that wisdom, I think to myself, watching as I come apart at the seams.
Would you care now if I let go of your hand? I know you're dead. Have 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 dead – for at least a mile or so, yet, I can't seem to stop from thinking that if I can keep a small amount of the warmth in you for just a little longer... ...Just one more hill. One more mile.
"I assure you the procedure is quite painless; not at all like with those other doctors." The surgeon with no face raises his scalpel, and from the dark beneath his coat a series of smiles catch the light. "Worry not. My nurses and I will get right to work."
Your Gods have all failed to fulfil their divinity; they have bestowed celestial ordinance but thought to give their creations dialectic thought. True divinity is that of the unified consciousness and the cessation of the self. Return to the universe, submit to the lord.
Unabated by time the chapel lays without change. No matter what new marble reliefs are installed or what frescos should be painted over the last, these auxiliarys can all be peeled back to expose what was and always will be. The prayers changed, but never what received them.
Looking into the mirror reveals a reflection that is not yours to keep. This potentiality framed in glass is a welcome distraction from the quicksilver seconds running through your fingers, though, be careful not to fixate. The reflection will change with or without you.
Blooming in an euclidean garden a sprig of basil unfolds it's first of many fractal leaves, devestaing the simple geometry of the garden's dimensions. "Ah! Pesky thing." The Caretaker's nimble fingers uproot the offender. They'd have to dispose of it quickly.
Astravores are beasts born with canines capable of rending ethereal flesh. Unseen ecosystems are dominated by ghost-eating apex predators.
Visitors in the yard tonight. Their small hands leave eclectic tracks in the fresh snow, spelling out an omen of stink and waste. Maybe next time we'll remember to leave out what meager offerings we can afford.
The drink sufuses you with warmth - keeps the cold off your skin. You've been at it so long, soaking it up like a sponge, keeping your mind fuzzy and heart beat slow. You know if you stop now the panic will set in. At this point, you think, sobriety might be like self harm.
The clouds are finished and up on display. The spectators sit below the blue gallery, pointing at the clouds and guessing their intended shapes. The Sculptor sobs into Their hands. Nobody ever sees what They see, and They're beginning to think the spectators never will.
This ambition isn't mine, it is far too large for my meager flesh. How claustrophobic it must be, stuck there between my ribs and lungs. Soon now it will leave me, break free of the muscle and sinew trapping it here. I just hope it's next home is more accommodating.
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