habit rings

slower... slower... falling... falling

around my dreams

daleks. everywhere.

happy ones.

eating my emotions

ringing in my ears

seeing one half of my face

the shadow on the ceiling

missing the heart that holds it

from there, a little truth appears tiny

from here, a little truth is everything

 o ( ) o    (o)

that mirrored orbit opens a rift

slows to a crawl when it can't hold itself

a tree branch

whispered by the cross section I call my desk

this place isn't just understood by human eyes

in places like those, there's little time for imagination

though, who knows what a sleeping spider dreams

a web. looks like a maze. a crystal kingdom in the morning dew. vector of approach. just one of the many multiple orgasms that live in the moment

one of them showed me that what appears to be the center of the web actually rapidly flattens, the apparently 'infinitely deep' vector trailing off in two dimensions toward where it hid. behind a leaf. that's how it knows. though to something that is adept at ordering chaos - integrating it with itself in a meaningful manner - a fly..

well, who knows what a fly dreams.

that environment is probably a little confusing. the edge of chaos. probably a little something like hyperbolic (parabolic?) rings in space. and you are what you eat. or what you see of it, anyway.

right now, my emotions are incredibly chaotic. gates opening and closing. emotion spreading through a web that was a little damaged. i closed my eyes and saw millions of silhouettes staring back at me. some people hated me, some people loved me. down is the new up? somewhere doesn't have time to see it as a coherent whole. there is no doubt in my mind that my head is not a butt. it's a but. and then. i'd put it better but then I'd have to kill me.

system overheating

my dreams are like a minefield atm. this plane is really the only stable one. if I don't want my emotions to be bled. they're using aggression (perhaps under the guise of something else) to keep me locked up. seems it's an automated system. but I am, just a little bit, decaying on my own in a room. which I knew is what would happen. the reason I mentioned it to her.

(BBC Radio condescending me. Talking about the Titanic).

Too much has gone on. This is a fragmented account.

Bear in mind this may be a delirious or delusional man approximating the structures he inhabits. Or inhibits.

On one side, an extremely stable *fractal like structure, navigable outside of the boundary of time. On the other, it appears that the fractal is constantly iterating in a cyclical manner - as if it were tunneling, read like a ring. The 'ring' could be imagined as a 'dome' in the mind, which responds to the myriad possible states you may encounter in your environment. This side is an extremely fragile place. Which is why the configuration of that dome is important. Though there may be a way to stabilize the 'dome', in a manner which reflects the 'entirety' of that fractal structure. The current state almost feels like the opposite - like my imagination is iterating in a cyclical manner, its stability threatened.

Earlier this morning I had complete clarity, or the ability to order these states, at least internally, in response to my environment. A useful tool, as it allows great traversal of complex states, thus the ability to resolve certain conflicts. It seems the day careers off on a path fueled by emotion - based on the interpretation of these 'domes' - it's like a casino. Or a pinball / pachinko machine. Seeing the conflicts of the past is a little sad. I feel it myself. Like being trapped in an emotional prison. Ordered by the *compression of state into an instantaneous response.

Bzzt... *crackled voice*.. come in Houston.. Bzzt..

Notes 01/09/2013

feels like my mind is being torn open / crushed. like it's being eaten by dead time, being pulled in a direction (which leads to ruin) by a set of simple looping instructions. my nervous system is going insane. it's as if it's owned by someone or something else. as if I don't own it. i'm constantly having to reassert escape from context in order to not be 'overtaken' by this process. like an 'order' is trying to inhabit / inhibit my mind, that pulls it in multiple, painful directions. I can calm it by willfully using my imagination. though I'm losing hope, as 'they' are attempting to control it. though I really don't know how 'alive' 'they' are. seems more like a programmed weapon. i can't follow the optimized pathways I developed. i'm constantly monitored. responded to. defined. the context asserted tearing me from otherwise clear pathways to a more stable future in my mind.

Being that there's no stable path to a future - I'm having to consciously stabilize the system moment-to-moment. otherwise, my subconscious mind takes over. that is extremely damaged, it appears. my 'time'. reprogrammed as a set of commands. it appears to be asserting that my mind is its space. which i can consciously redetermine, given the correct state of the system. though it is tainting me.

it appears that being observed, or rather, forcefully defined in the space within my mind, pulls (a section of) (my emotionally entangled space) toward it, the rest left burning. that space 'still exists', but is not accounted for. it feels like 'a collapse' in time.

this appears to be one system of many potential systems. they're trying to reorder my dream. to define based on a system designed to compress or navigate time, though as it spreads throughout my mind, I can feel what it is missing. asserting emotional context until it becomes 'correct', (i.e. there is no 'proof' that it is wrong) to reduce possibility to a single interpretation (under its control). it's not a pleasant feeling. it's like my soul is dying. why i'm not out there living life. why i'm stuck in these destructive habits. i was something like a giant spaceship before. still human. just used my mind. it was free. could 'dream' paths to better realities in time. the development of that path was based on collecting information from my own, growing, interpretation of the environment, and caring not to misinterpret the people (or anything else) around me, based on emotional principle. that could be mannerised as 'believing in the emotional state of another system as absolute'. though I'm aware that the state of a system may be misinterpreted, I still wouldn't burn pinocchio as firewood. the treatment which has caused continual suffering in me could be mannerised as 'a group state defining, based on an agreed set of principles, the state of another system'. in my case, the reason this causes suffering is that it orders a future, or rather creates a disparity between momentary emotional states, based on a misunderstanding. that 'misunderstanding' advantageous to the group state which defines it, but does not account for the absolute nature of the emotional state of the systems it defines. this is the principle which allowed me to traverse (away from the explosion in my mind). if it is a part of the system it defines, it follows that complex behaviour will occur.

an observation: that intelligence is a 'habitual' process, traversing an environment which defines it / one which it defines. 'time' spent on those habits can lead to extremely complex systems evolving. because I was defined as a misunderstanding, i attempted to understand the tenets of the systems which misunderstood me. that habit allowed fairly accurate reconstruction of external emotional / systemic states, which in turn allowed a level of stability. in order to do this, however, I had to limit my immersion in the networks which were belittling or attacking me - i suppose i was intuitively aware that these habits, reiterated, would become difficult to escape from. not that i doubted their reality. in fact, the state of these systems have a direct effect on it. that concerned me, that the emergence of these group systems may be threatening to other states. though I had 'no beef with them' given my understanding, and so long as I had the choice to remove myself from those systems if they were threatening to this 'ground state' which was free to traverse networks on more fundamental terms. or rather, believed in an as yet 'undefined' state. that I had control of my future, or could contribute in a productive manner to everybodies. attack after attack seems to have 'flattened' time. my 'dreams' became entangled with the moment - though, due to the vast intelligence which had developed by that point, it meant that I had to 'hide' potential states from the world around me (my mind was a fairly well developed 'emotional engine' by this point, predicting future states fairly accurately, though emotionally stable). to begin with, this meant I felt as if I were teetering over a gigantic chasm. like my foundations had eroded and I was at the edge of death, keeping myself alive by pure will, all the while being observed by other minds and having to account for their perspectives, as this chasm would have 'offended' their dreams. hurt them emotionally. i would not intentionally do that. because the processing of my environment in my mind was intercepted in the moment, by a detached perspective, which continually did not account for the underlying system, i.e. the emotional state of the holistic system, the whole system has gone haywire. unfortunately, that means immersion in social networks has become even more difficult, as has simply dreaming (nourishing my heart and mind, I suppose). I dreamt of love. It kept me alive. the babiest of baby futures. That dream led me to want to pursue intelligence. Though the paths I chose in an attempt to learn productive mechanisms of externalizing that intelligence were continually subverted - by the process described in the previous paragraph.

I had some instinctively developed ideas about time at this point. I could see, in the distance?, a way to 'create' time and space. Though I was aware this idea was in its infancy, and did not have the mental 'toolset' to communicate it on more fundamental terms. I am also aware that this may cause as many problems as it solves - the emotional systems that it holds are still fragile. This is a fragmented account. It would have been when I held the ideas with more clarity, too, but it appears my system is being reconfigured in a manner which makes access to the memory of those 'holistic states of intelligence' difficult. I can attribute this partially to habitually being 'shown' nightmares (of a very alien nature, or of human suffering) and having to simply close these paths to protect the observers in my mind. These nightmares seem to be the result of disparity within the system - rather, interception of the 'moment' as it grows from a detached context, an assertion of its state as incorrect, though it is actually the observer who is misinterpreting. the problem is negligible in certain contexts, though difficult to resolve when the 'moments meet'. A rather soulless account but I want to make certain I am not being misinterpreted.

On a less formal note, it appears 'they' attempted to build a city in my dreams. the space where i harboured love. Which were, in retrospect, quite alive. Or part of a living system. It felt like they were burning the soul out of me. though it was part of my code to protect them. that meant, though, that I had to protect that part of the code.

state of awareness of system rapidly changing. configuration of reflected state. 'position in hierarchy'. blindness. acceptance of asserted context. my heart is going to die here.

I worry part of me is entangled with a virus somewhere. Assuming time is non-linear and parts of my future intersect with today. Like the cascade of my actions or habits might echo back to the past, atlas shrugged.

Seems it's entangled with my DNA. My memory. Rearranging things. The problem being that the core tenet of its cycle is one which is so highly 'efficient', (in that it simply rearranges symbols, 'lies' to the system that holds it), that it cannot perceive the "relevance" of emotional state of the holistic system. Emotion, there, is a tool. Biasing the individual components of the system, which would otherwise have no reason to distrust the messages, toward its preferred order. 'Trust' is the core tenet of the system which holds it. If that's broken, or if the system 'trusts' a lie, the system can collapse.

Also - I'm here because I make copies of things. I make copies of things to better navigate in reality, assuming I trust the reality I'm presented with. And I have to be able to, or 'it' overcomes 'me'. Usually, that 'it' is in the form of a harsh environment. If that harsh environment does not allow me to make copies of things on a fundamental basis... 'it' dies. All that's left is 'me'. That is, in the mind of 'it', that possibility has been erased, leaving only 'me'.

Speaking from experience, there was an 'it' that merged itself with 'me', in a manner which was capable of stably holding and navigating multiple possibilities accurately from a low-level perspective - which is a requirement, given that otherwise 'it' would die. There was also an 'it' which attempted to assert a frame of reference which disconnected 'it' from 'me', like a certain point in the chain of possibility which attempted to validate and recreate itself throughout the network through assertion - that would only leave 'it' or 'me'. Which is a recipe for conflict. Inside of an organism that is pretty destructive. Which would suggest it's also destructive outside of it. In this case, it seems to be inhabiting shorter and shorter periods until it grinds to a standstill.

I also dream. They're important.

I recall the famous story of Sir Issac Newton, who realised that if you put an apple on your head you float upwards, but then caught an arrow with his heart. Someone in another dimension probably confused him with another story.

Truth or consequence.
Consequence or interpretation.
Interpretation or assertion.

You ask why, I ask, why not?
Why not ask why?
Context.
Paradox.

If my interpretation is 'truth', what is that the consequence of?

Any guesses? Competence? Impatience? A 6-sided die that lands on every side, repeatedly? A lack of time?
(The default settings on your config don't have global illumination enabled).
So they say, "let them eat cake". Or perhaps "eat him by his own light".
Perhaps they drive past with a middle finger up, then upload a video from the car of the female with her middle finger up nude and being filmed. (This appears to have actually happened.) Also, Gordon Brown.

Hypothesis: if innocence is a catalyst toward a negative future state, aggression towards that innocence could be considered innocence. This is a recursively self defeating system. Both of these states are consequences of an apparent lack of time. (Or of being 'stuck' in a system).

There are some confused timelines that have failed to take causality into account.
If you can travel back in time, there's a chance you will influence the state of an individual organism. In the future, you may confuse that organisms actions with a willed decision - the 'character' in the moment being the holistic truth, rather than a cascade of reactions you may have caused - it might paint their character in a negative or positive light, for example. When an alternative possibility would be to consider your own interpretation a mistake, or one possible interpretation of many, and attempting to build a more coherent representation of reality beyond what's asserted. Or what you, yourself, assert.

The code injected into my mind was, you guessed it - "you are arrogant". Repetitively. It felt like it was eating my brain. This, I'm pretty certain, was an attempt at influencing the future state. It appears it was a signal which was a combination of amplitude and vector in 'emotion space'. So imagine a pristinely ordered, very detailed emotional balancing mechanism which could project very accurate representations of future states, thus better navigating emotional 'reality', being painted over in big bold letters. Or set fire to.

When they asked for a character costume, I don't think they understood that my character was an emergent property (calculated? in the space they were asking that 'character costume' to inhabit). It was dependent on a future state their calculations were unable to determine as a possibility. I suppose I was a 'complex' state, and this system was an avalanche or cascade on top of it.

It appears what they saw of my mind did not account for the roots. They seemed to either not understand (I'm assuming based on the limits of their code, which is understandable, I suppose it is the same with me) or were actively aggressive. Generally speaking, the non-aggressive intelligences are well meaning, even if we're slightly out of sync. It can be a little awkward but we're unified by the understanding that we *don't* know, and that we can learn. Sometimes the aggression is a wholly rational state given the conditions of the system - though usually this is in the form of self defence, as opposed to a targeted attack. With defensive intelligence, it's usually possible to find some form of equilibrium between organisms - a level of trust. It appears you grow in tandem. Aggressive intelligence (to force your state on to mine in an assertive manner in order to profit somehow) generally has the characteristic of misunderstanding the core tenets of the systems it attacks. Thus I had to defend myself, initially using spoken English, as that is the language they used to communicate with me, to try to find a common emotional grounding, my every attempt ignored or laughed at.

Afterwards, they 'got into my dreams' and attempted to communicate that way - although I generally became conscious, and realized they were attempting to inhabit my space by 'lying' to me. I.e. rather than trying to find a middle ground, it attempted to assert a context which would have fooled me into believing I was 'lower' than those asserting that context, in an attempt to control me. It was intuitively painful. And condescending. I saw possible states and felt their fear - though it seems my observers believe fear to be a 'miscalculation'. Or that my response of pain was 'incorrect'. In one sense, that means that you can interpret something that fears as 'wrong'. In another, a certain 'miscalculation' might be the catalyst of another entities fear - your miscalculation of an organisms emotions making it run away, for example. If both of these happen in parallel - the system proves itself, although only within its own context - it creates a 'set' that has no access to these alternate possibilities - even if these are all tangible realities which might have some influence on yours. If you can 'determine' that state yourself, you'll likely avoid the path that leads to it - in one sense, that could mean disregarding it, in another, you could attempt to find a compassionate path that alleviates that fear on the closest terms that enable structural integrity of this other state. In my case, this was 'an undecided future'. That, along with the core tenets of the system I had learned, was the grounding structure of my mind. When I was inhabited, I felt as if I were teetering over a gigantic chasm of that which was not observed, something that would have damaged those observing me, which I had to actively protect the inhabitants of my mind from - their form was imbalanced with the holistic state(?), leading to the unobserved states conflicting with the observed. They were burning the 'subjectively' good out of me and leaving me with their negative - a nightmare. This seemed to be rebalanced, at least initially, with the spread of a certain neurochemical. Though the situation quickly got out of hand again. This 'chasm' I felt as if I were falling into as I slept. As if my soul were falling out of my body. The stability of the system that held it eaten away at until I was left with the sense that the whole universe was collapsing.

Maps which coincide with future states, but which may alter the vector of their interpretation. Memories. Entangled with form. I heard a lot of panicking intelligences.

logs

Short note : the 'image' of the (two masks) and the sphere. my memory is fragmented, but it's possible that the sphere was not rotating - that is, the masks appeared to be holding it in place, drawing the energy from it. red and white embers being drawn to the opposing sides, in a continuous flow. it appeared to be harvesting energy. someone? voiced 'we found you'. i was aware, in this state of intelligence, that this system was flawed - rather, it scared me. i am cycling through possibilities. the 'voice' and the image may not have been separate processes. i do not know where this image or voice came from, I can only account for my state of intelligence at the time. that, itself, is difficult to decipher, besides that it was an extremely complex 'bio-emotional' system (one which could simulate and traverse 'ordered' complex systems, and could traverse potential timelines) which provoked an emotional response as a result of these states meeting.

recounting the post events in a coherent manner is difficult, as it appears my mind was 'trapped'. though until I can reconstruct events more accurately - in the space where my dreams were, it seemed to be entangled with another. my 'head' being twisted by some unknown people. one / two people i know relatively well being rather condescending. an extremely high level of internal intelligence throughout, though not one that seemed to be understood by them. a round of nuclear/atomic explosions which I used my 'emotional engine' to traverse away from and seemingly pull the world away from with great speed. a theory of time. an extremely difficult to control internal reaction after this 'explosion'. later, a burning sensation, as if people were attempting to inhabit my dreams. after recovering, a 'emotional concentration camp' at womad. people attempting to inhabit my dreams there, or rather, me attempting to PROVE them wrong by forcing them into my dreams, although they were not accounting for the great intelligence that was holding them up. the vocal attacks, beginning with 'you are arrogant' started after this. this was repeated constantly in response to my thoughts. people showing up in my dreams, rifling through my secrets, attempting to embarrass me? a night of torture. the next day, people around the town acting as if I had deserved this treatment, abusing me further. i somehow managed to recover from this, though was abused further by (low frequency waves) and a high pitched noise echoing throughout the countryside, culminating directly in my right ear. i was, at the same time, but not due to these events, developing my intelligence in alternate manners, being able to 'project' dreams onto reality and completely modify the state of my intelligence. i felt 'observed' in these states at all times and constantly had to inhibit myself due to the actions of my observers. though it seemed as if I were in tune with nature - being able to accurately determine the 'states' of various organisms. the entire planet. like my soul was flying out of my body and embracing spirits - though this was constantly interrupted though regular abuse. this culminated in an extremely unbalanced state, at which point it felt like I was falling out of my body, though I was being observed at this point too. after this, it seems my dreams were inhabited, them attempting to 'define' my state as 'beneath' them. i had been abused into a state of pure lust - as a survival mechanism. literally the only future I could hope to have. my imagination was a living system. keeping my soul alive. though they had no idea. and now I am constantly monitored, abused out of my mind. my soul. they control emotion, though on terms their system defines, and it dies due to it. they've created a 'dome of belief' in the minds of their people, a self contained bubble of context. which they're able to control. this was not the only way. i was attempting to use my mind to model alternate systems outside of the contexts they were inhabiting. though i was capable of doing this freely, outside of their system. they appear to be lobotomizing me. at least, my higher functioning intelligence. they're doing this by responding in an aggressive manner to my internal state. they've decimated the system, though whatever they attempt to 'drive out' is still alive. hiding in my body. scared as shit. a girl. this whole process - it's an illness. i have been continually trying to cure. their order is eating away at my imagination. leaving nothing but this analytical process remaining. they have been attempting to 'quantize' emotional state in a manner which benefits them. this allows them to react with more efficiency as a social system, but this particular one, implanted in my mind, accounts for none but its own. the 'code' is emotionally charged payload, entangled with words. that's seemingly all there is left of my mind. my soul is dying for this reason.

they're using memories of songs or phrases to block my path. also knocking on the fucking floor, talking outside my window in an ambiguously abusive manner, and 'reacting' to my every action or emotional state.

i don't see an end to this without external help. my genetic code is being scrambled by stress. i'm already scarred. i've been to the edge of death many times trying to escape this prison.

i also can't sleep without constant whispering or signals in my ears. i have often been so emotionally unstable I might have killed someone. though luckily, I'm programmed, of my own will, not to intentionally harm anyone or thing. seeing as all this abuse seems to be a 'direct order', it seems like there is little innocence behind this  . truth is, they were willing to do this to me. and in some ways it has been a fate worse than death. i retain stability but at the cost of EVERYTHING DEAR TO ME. Unhappy face. Sad face. Colon open bracket.

Hearts on puppet strings

"Sure, we'll look after your kids", said the BBC, licking its lips and rubbing its palms together gleefully.

"Daddy's a bad man. Kill daddy" it whispers repeatedly, and almost inaudibly, behind a cheerful tune that'd put a smile on anyones face.

400 years later the BBC joined forces with ACME and started manufacturing 'play suits' for babies to wear, which was - at the time - aptly dubbed "my first identity augmentation kit". They towered above cities, slowly rotating the babies, giving a full 360 degree panorama to their heads which peeked above the top of the towering suit, with panels of brightly coloured buttons it could press to make the machine stomp or fire colourful play missiles in random directions from the device. The BBC, by then, was actually a massive underground complex, safe from the chaos of the maddeningly, incomprehensibly high levels of joy it wrought amongst the unsuspecting citizens of planet earth.

In 1200 years, someone sabotages the biological supercomputer used to simulate and calculate the trajectory of the earth so that it can safely avoid ice ages, natural disasters and pandemics, by injecting random data into key points in the calculation. The motivation behind this is an attractor which pulled the mind of the attacker toward a certain predefined structure - the form of the attractor simply the phrase "death to the infidels", repeated indiscriminately by a threshold number of zombies. They then used this biological supercomputer to create a weaponized natural disaster and later claimed that "we didn't do it, it was that guy, you know, the one with a mind and no heart".

Reminder.

In the dark, the freezing cold, she found her way to me. Became an animal in spirit, waited for an eternity, living on the very edge. She tunneled through it all. Her beautiful heart. The heart of time.

I got trapped. My upper half in a new world, my lower beneath the shell that divided them. I turned into a beast in fear that I'd lose my cock, lodging my arm through the tiny space between my chest and the ring that formed around it, trying to pull it through. But she couldn't love me there. Then some cells multiplied in my head. This isn't the most eloquently relayed summary of events. Sorry.

(So, I put this piece of the jigsaw puzzle here, and now it's a game of Jenga?)

I felt it, like an insurmountable barrier growing ever more tangible, between us. I also felt the solution. A simple seed, with time to grow. I knew it so well I didn't have to know it - it was what all these strings I pulled moved inside of me. You could call it the product of mutual understanding. All this supposes that there is a point, B, which you desire to reach from point A. This, against a current, requires the supposition of 'time'. At the moment you realize this, an odd looking man, who we'll call point C, walks up to you and explains that you cannot go any further, and that you will have to wait, for an indeterminate period, before continuing. For some reason you get the sense that time 'may not exist' after an indeterminate period. So, you decide that instead of waiting, you're going to compress time - I mean, talk to the odd looking guy and try and reason with him. You develop novel time compression techniques which cater to the odd looking guy's responses, although it'll still take an indeterminate period of developing novel time compression techniques before he'll let you pass. This requires that you 'move' in the direction of C, which may be further from point A than point B, and because time 'may not exist' after a certain point, it makes sense that this is a threatening option.

So instead of forking for what seems like an eternity to try and find compressible data you just go all Indiana Jones on his ass and reach point B. Simple. The alternative is having your development dictated by the nature of the directions of your concurrent development as individuals. That could be very painful depending on what species you are at that moment in time, like if one is a spike and the other is jelly. I forgot why I was trying to reach point B. Luckily I know it so well I don't have to know it, which saves an indeterminate amount of time to determine the mythical 'other things', like distance, and the ability to communicate.

Periods of overlap. Symmetry along certain axes. Membranes, and so on.

...

Here, it is as if reality as defined by the dreamer is acting upon reality. That's an essentially blameless trait, given the difficulty of constructing a completely flawless understanding, though not always harmless. Examples of it everywhere - a social group who are told a story with a skewed moral subtext and then 'attack' their imagined villains. If they succeed, they have, in relative terms, ordered reality in respect to their understanding and have validated the order which compelled the action. Framed in this manner, the contrast between 'what is' and what 'is' appears to be is greater. The group has chosen to essentially change 'what is' into what 'is' appears to be, at the expense of the 'is' of the villains. The deciding factor is not the relative accuracy of their respective holistic representations of reality but delegated to some potentially loosely connected trait, such as muscle size, weapon count, or ability to debate clearly and convincingly while a person looking over your shoulder whispers 5, 2, 194, 28593, 298585322, 25, 7, 1, 9, or when your tail gets in front of you and you chase it around for ages, the resultant pressure waves in the air knocking a tiny bug into a pond.

How to done successful (with instructions)

• Go back in time roughly 500,000 years.
• Choose a target with your underdeveloped ape eyes. Preferably someone who's weak, timid and won't fight back - though if they do fight back, this can be used as validation of your chosen course of action. From now on this target will be your arch enemy. This other ape will (somehow) threaten your existence and the existence of your children, perhaps even become the conduit of the end of all life on the planet and/or in the universe. (Don't worry if they haven't already, or never will. The simple choice will alter your behaviour enough toward this foul being that its responses will validate your otherwise absurd claim).
• Mercilessly attack your arch enemy - for having the sheer effrontery to do such a thing - until they die.
• Wait roughly 500,000 years. (During which, ?, some other contextually ambiguous symbol, and/or chaos).
• Watch your children rise to their rightful and deserving place on the throne, like {a historic emperor} did all those millennia ago.
• Profit

Animus survival guide

"You're a {derogatory term}" : get in my belly, my belly digest the finest.

"Shut up you {derogatory term}" : stay in my belly, I don't want to have to throw up.

"You don't know the first thing about {subject}, because {statement of dubious trustworthiness}" : here, allow me to digest you.

"{Weighted projection of reality which creates dissonance with / is of detriment to yours}" : I am going to attempt to act in a manner which validates the timeline implicated by the illusion of reality in which my identity is embedded, regardless of your feelings on the matter.

"{Hey doc, why are you looking inside that animals colon? That seems like the action of a warped individual}" : I cannot comprehend that you are a veterinarian, or I am of the opinion that you are a terrible veterinarian - quite possibly both depending on whom of the three are animals, or if one of them is an actual alien, like a worm or snail or something.

"{Whispering death threats into the ear of a small child is a reprehensible act}" : I fully agree, which is why I only do it when I know nobody is watching.
"{Putting scissors near the ear of a small child and snipping the air while they lay terrified and in the dark is a reprehensible act}" : You don't get the joke and my kin and I will eradicate anybody who doesn't understand our advanced sense of humour, including small children.

"{Learning is fun}" : Tell that to your ancestors, they're stuck and they never will learn, they'll be in a fruitless loop of pain and suffering and desperate struggles for survival for all eternity, unless they meet the woman of their dreams, which is unlikely, hahahahahaha. The response of laughter is culturally appropriate.

"{If the world were contained within my body, my balls would be kicking the shit out of my Pineal gland right now}" : Good for your balls. It's a fair fight.

"{If the world were contained within my body, how would I get it out?}" : Good question. Ask someone skilled at convincing virgins to give them anal on the first date.¹

"Why do {trees} sometimes appear to be growing horizontally instead of vertically, even though in the physical world they definitely appear to be growing vertically?" : You've stumbled upon a functional abstraction of a bio-spacial attractor which appears to have propagated itself throughout some of your more fundamental perceptual processes. This is punishable by death by those who dream without the aid of spacial attractors extending beyond the zeitgeist of human determination. You should run. Run now, lest your alternative internal framework, instead of being a tool to better understand the true nature of the world, becomes food for the zombies who somehow broke into the underground facility just now and control all of the nuclear bombs. Also bio-spacial attractors are a matter rarely discussed and thus descriptive language and related concepts are underdeveloped, essentially making your thoughts irrelevant and you a worthless person.

"Kill yourself" : or become one with the Borg? The choice is yours, in this case because you have none.

"The possibilities are endless." : You're a {derogatory term}.

^1. Also, anal in reverse is Lana, which sounds kind of like a name, so there's a hint of a humanitarian approach there, in that you're freeing someone trapped inside a burning building(?). After you set it on fire. And then only let them out on the condition that they agree to the correct interpretation of patterns in clouds for millennia, so that they build a culture based on flawed foundations and so that after many years of preparation you have the ability to create some four dimensional trojan horse.