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THE TALE OF FOOD
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OYSTER OMLETTE - FROTHING RIPPLES
OYSTER OMLETTE : Hahahahahaha--hahahaha---
MASTER : Oyster Omlette, what are you up to?
OYSTER OMLETTE : Wow! It's Master! Can't you see? I am surfing! I stir the pond to make waves, and then I stand on this plank with my eyes closed, imagining I am at sea--
OYSTER OMLETTE : Heheh, sorry that I got distracted! 
OYSTER OMLETTE : Master, wanna play with me?
OPTION 1 : (Touch his face) OYSTER OMLETTE : Waaaaaah! Splashing water over my head out of the blue? What a surprise attack! Take that--Heheh! OYSTER OMLETTE : Fine, fine! You've beaten me. You win!
OYSTER OMLETTE : So much fun! I'm reminded of those carefree days at sea...Don't take it the wrong way. I'm not saying Konsang is not as good.
OYSTER OMLETTE : I am fond of Kongsang. Of its friendly Food Souls, and of you who love my adventure stories. Kongsang is great, but it would be perfect with an ocean...The so-called Alcove here is just a pool of salty water!
OYSTER OMLETTE : Pinkie promise you will take me along next time you go out to sea!
OYSTER OMLETTE : Oh! Sorry! You have a serious mission...But when you finish your mission please spend some time with me! If so, we could surf in the good old sea! 
MASTER : Okay, I pinkie promise! I'm looking forward to having fun with you!
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dreamrlu · 5 months
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<.////....A....////.>
"city... memory... dream... soma... solstice... soul... DESTROY"
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<.////....B....////.>
"faith... vessel... cleanse... justice... equinox... search... ANGEL"
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companionwolf · 8 months
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And like. I know for some it's perceptions that trap them.
If society viewed as they are they'd be alright. Similar to how if we existed different as a society some disability might be less intense for some.
But for me... I'd still be like this. Still stuck with a body that isn't right. Still disabled in mind and body. It would all still be here. And a lot of it really hurts.
So. IDK where I was going with this but I feel like it's important to say.
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ronnperez · 1 year
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Soul Search @ 1720
2022
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brainrotdagger · 9 months
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Anyone going to Sound & Fury this weekend and wanna grab me a Soul Search / Minority Unit shirt? Ok cool. Love you forever
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1introvertedsage · 1 year
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I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.
~C.G. Jung~
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psilocybemind33 · 23 hours
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Everything equals Zero
I understand that leaving the state of survival opens up time, creates a lot of space. I understand that for whoever has to cope with all the time, everything quickly becomes tedious, slow and boring. I had the whole weekend empty, I didn’t know what to do with it. I don’t want to give myself the outside world anymore and that expands the inner world immensely. I feel like I did the other day with the mushrooms, any direction I take is a panic attack waiting, a mistake, a problem. I don’t want to cause problems anymore.
I settle into the roots of the trees, I feel the earth burying me, covering me. I long for the unconsciousness of death. Not knowing, I’m not afraid of that. Right now I fear more the immensity of time and in turn its ephemerality, I think that is the micro and macro cosmos that is difficult for us to reconcile. I fear going back in many years and regretting not having lived more but still everything slips through my fingers.
And I feel devotion, dedication. I feel like I no longer have to search, because my inner world is open and little by little it expands. I still have moments of desire that sparkle. I feel old again, archaic, in the future looking to the past. I stop fearing death, I fear life, not understanding it knowing that it is unintelligible. Because all material dissolves into nothing. Because only my imagination incites my conscience; my dreams are the firmest reality I have.
I understand that even so, everything exists, everything is creation, perception, manifestation. That there are rules and exceptions, blind parallelisms and illogical crossovers. Sometimes I don’t know if what I know is real, if it is what it is. It feels like that.
Because the search for anything is a fallacy, seeing plays in advance, quickly finding the point of error, knowing that every consequence has its cause, which is me.
I would like to share what I learn with humanity, but how? I feel that the majority are not interested or are afraid and those who are interested are already on their own path. I feel like I want to leave little by little, like on my mushroom trips, that I have nothing to learn or teach, nothing to give or receive, there is nothing. Everything will equate to zero and everything is at peace.
There are no good or bad things, just things in different stages. Everything in harmony in the great clock of existence.
I have a fascination with decay, it is easier to give in to it than to fight it. Resign yourself to the earth taking you back, to life embracing you and leaving it without complaints, without expectations, without anything and with everything resolved to zero.
Zero = Ser “O” = the only real number. The beginning in the end. Everything will equal nothing in the circle where you slip and at a certain point you lose your memory.
I remember, but I don’t, there is no need to remember. We get bored and everything seems dull to me in people, only the relative madness of nature consoles me.
Nostalgia alchemizes. The void transmutes. Resignation transforms.
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stylistic-nightmare · 3 months
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Pestilence - Soul Search
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THE TALE OF FOOD
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LAMB PAOMO - DUBIOUS CARROT
MASTER : Lamb Paomo, are you grazing with your lambs here?
LAMB PAOMO : Yes. The fountain grasses here are pretty lush, so I brought my flock here to graze. The lambs are really enjoying themselves. 
LAMB PAOMO : The lambs need some outdoor exercise and fresh green grass. That'll make them fit and lovely. What do you think, little lamb?
LAMB : Baa. Baaa.
MASTER : Really? But I think they're more interested in the carrots...
LAMB PAOMO : Oh no! Stop grazing on the crops! Come back here!
LAMB : Baa. Baaaa.
Unfortunately, the sturdy goats rushed towards the farms and started munching on the biggest carrot.
MASKED CARROT : !!!
MASTER : Wha...What?
LAMB PAOMO : It turned out to be a sleeping masked carrot. You woke it up, little lamb! Apologize!
MASKED CARROT : ...
MASKED CARROT : Pew pew! Pew pew pew! Pew pew!
CARROT MOB : PEW PEW!!
LAMB PAOMO : Oh dear, it called its friends!
MASTER : Whoah! There's way too many of them!
LAMB : Baa, baa, baa.
MASTER : What on earth is happening? I never thought I would be chased around by a mob of carrots!
LAMB PAOMO : Master, little lamb! Don't panic! I'll try to calm them down!
*FIGHT*
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LAMB PAOMO : They've grown quiet. Come, masked carrot, let me take a look. Hmm, you don't look hurt...Sorry about that nasty fright.
MASKED CARROT : Pew pew! Pew pew pew! Pew pew!
MASTER : Oh, they just walked away...
LAMB PAOMO : Be careful next time, little lamb! Even if it is an actual carrot, you should not be munching on vegetables grown by someone else!
LAMB PAOMO : Master, you got scared too, right? Heheh, I guess I'll have to apologize for that!
LAMB PAOMO : Take this as a token of my apology. I just braided this floral wreath with some wild flowers!
LAMB : Baa. Baa. Baaaa.
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dreamrlu · 2 years
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WELCOME TO BUBBLE CITY. ✨🎈✨
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companionwolf · 8 months
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My body is not...right. I want a very specific look (almost hypermasculine male) or not human at all in any way.
I'll never be either, never have either.
It hurts.
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sennahubbs · 1 year
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Delighted and honored to have won Best Screenplay at ELEVATE for Soul Search!
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whalesfall · 1 year
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btw. your search for the most morally upright and ethical piece of media that has the most correct “representation” will destroy your ability to find the most profound and beautiful and human of stories. and may even destroy the stories themselves before they are created. if you even care.
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yodawiththeblondehair · 3 months
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Fresh, clean, smell of the air outside an open window Only the earth knows how to produce such sweetly melodies Grass dripping and my soul feels freer than it ever has My house, my love, my forever, they are boundless Trees sway back and forth, their branches lull my eyes closed Forever peaceful in this place, listening to the drops of rain Bouncing off the pools of beautiful aquamarine…
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got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?
webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.
it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere
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your-name-is-jim · 20 days
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It's not only when the characters talk, but also when they don't.
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