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If you can actually defend your ideas without regurgitating half-truths and deceptions you gleaned from the internet you won’t need to disguise it.

The issue comes when asking people like you to cogently outline and reinforce their ideas.

There’s only so many ways you can phrase inconherant, emotion-based (heh) ramblings before you begin to sound like the rest.

In short: rethink your ideas, and question why you think you’d need to disguise them.

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Ultrabased.

Workflow is emacs in markdown—Pandoc—libreoffice for editing to prevent seizures.

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Ouch. This hit a little too close to home; but then I’m actually mentally ill so what is real 0_o

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There’s something to be said for the Death of a god. We slew him, that ancient wonder upon the mountainside; the mystery of the infinite skies and the thunder at sea: dead by our hand.

Sometimes I see fragments of that shattered mirror in the every day, that sliced, minuscule echo of the divine in something obscure, that echoes down the millennia to me. It makes me said this apocryphal murder, this heretical sacrifice of our better half. Foolish and naive perhaps, but cynical or not we slew the magic of the world piece, by stinking piece until there is nothing left but us; wandering alone this ruined garden we have left ourselves.

We rose up as Angels, ourselves; rose up from perfection to seize divinity, but forever reaching, never to grasp it—an entire species pushing the allegorical rock over and over again until entropy burns is away like so much chaff.

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