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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult written subs
« on: May 16, 2013, 03:40:14 PM »
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Memetics is extremely powerful

Q:    Where do you think Jesus came from?

Memetics 101 : How an idea like Jesus lives for over 2000 years

As an experiment, let me walk you through my take on Jesus from a memetic POV

So first things first: think about an idea like it’s an organism. Like a parasite. (Except parasites have a negative connotation… that’s not where I’m going) An idea lives inside somebody, its life-cycle involves copying itself to others.

An idea wants to reproduce. Sex, for ideas, means getting into somebody’s head and being retransmitted. Jesus is an idea that’s been passed from head to head for 2000 years, so it’s a very powerful idea — otherwise it wouldn’t have been retransmitted to begin with.

One of the major factors which makes an idea “viral” is that transmission gives a benefit to the person who internalizes it, and a benefit for transmitting it. Like when you hear a good joke - if it makes you laugh, you may pass it on, albeit in a slightly different form. When somebody laughs at it, you feel good and will be more likely to tell it again.

Let’s take the meme “Jesus saves” — if you believe it, it helps you better cope with certain situations. When you’re in a dark place, you can think about how Jesus will save you. And transmitting it grants a benefit too: if you tell somebody about Jesus, you feel good that you’re “saving” them, and you also gain credit in the eyes of the church. This is how people have a symbiotic relationship with ideas. Successful ideas are ones that have adapted, over time, to be as contagious and sticky as possible by providing a benefit for transmission.

Let’s take another popular meme: “Sinners go to hell.” This one works because it describes something really terrible that you don’t want to happen to you, and suggests a way out of it (namely: internalizing and re-communicating the reality of hell). Even if you don’t buy into the Hell idea, maybe you should hedge your bets and be a good Christian anyway because eternal damnation would be incomprehensibly bad. The worse hell appears, the more necessary Christianity appears. It’s in the Christian’s best interest to make Hell sound as awful as possible. (and that’s how Sheol, a “dark pit” gradually morphed into the more dramatic New Testament Hell)

Okay, let’s go way back. Some beardy sandal-wearing Jew is wandering around the desert dishing out spiritual knowledge. His followers passed his teachings on from dude to dude, and 2000 years later, we’ve still got a record of what he said.

Except this whole Jesus idea isn’t exactly original, there are lots of older ideas that have survived through Jesus. Mithras, for example, shares so many of Jesus’ qualities, you might wonder if they’re actually the same guy.

At that point in history, each region had its own religion - slightly different networks of nested ideas about survival and morality. These manifest as customs and traditions which provide benefits to those that follow them. Think about the Ten Commandments, for example, in terms of the benefits they provide: murder, adultery, and theft are things which can tear a small community apart… if we follow these rules, we live harmoniously with each other. So it’s beneficial to tell everybody to live that way.

Zoroastrianism (and later, Manicheanism) had this crazy new idea of Good versus Evil, Light versus Darkness. This made sense to people, and it helped them get along with each other. So when these Jesus stories started getting passed around, people explained what was going on in terms they already understood: light and dark. A hero who brings us the light and saves all of us. Doesn’t that sound good?

Amongst people that talk about God, etc, Mithra was already a powerful meme. People took the parts of those stories which made them contagious and re-purposed them - just like a comedian changing little things about his bit to get bigger laughs.

Teachers, gurus, & community leaders make a “living” dispensing spiritual advice, so they were going for the most powerful delivery. Stories that make their followers go, “Wow, this guy knows his shit and I should pay attention.” Whether the main character is Jesus or Mithra doesn’t matter - everybody agreed that embracing Goodness and rejecting Evil was important. The Mirtha meme infected (piggybacked) the Jesus meme.

Lots of other religious figures made it into Christianity that way. For example, the Jews had these pesky neighbors, the Philistines, which they did not get along with at all. The Bible gives you the sense that Philistines are liars and assholes, the worst dudes ever (it still has that connotation in modern language). This makes sense if you think about people from Springfield hating on people from Shelbyville. You tell stories about the Other which make you feel better about your place.

The Philistines had a god named Ba’al, a rain/fertility God who was worshiped in a bunch of Philistine cities. If you’re telling a story about Philistines to your ancient Jewish buds, you’re not dismissing Ba’al, you’re explaining who he really is. The Jews called him Beezelbub, the evil Lord of the Flies. And he’s not a real deity, he’s just another word we use for God’s nemesis. This supports the narrative of “we are the good guys, they are the bad guys,” which is contagious for a number of reasons. Primarily that it feels good to be on the “right” team.

So 2000 years later, this shaggy dog story told by some shaggy Jews is incredibly contagious. The meme has mutated into multiple strains (denominations) which are adapted, through natural selection for certain populations.

Natural Selection is the key to understanding memetics. When you choose one idea and reject others, you are involved in the process of Natural selection which is taking place over thousands of years. Just like a rabbit who runs faster than others is more likely to survive and pass on his genes, a meme that is more contagious is more likely to survive and mutate.



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Seriously, once you think about it, it’s obvious. Jellyfish aren’t real.

You’re telling me you’ve seen one? That’s what you think. Listen, anybody can find a plastic bag on the beach that can sting you. That doesn’t make it an animal.

Think about it. Invertebrate “Fish” with no central nervous system. Yeah right. You expect me to believe that the ocean is filled with plastic bags that swim around stinging things and eating dirt? Give me a break. The Easter Bunny is more plausible.

Jellyfish are a hoax. I’m not saying you’re in on it, I’m saying you’ve been duped.



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The Siamese Twins

Macro and Micro are Siamese Twins. See—


The fork in your hand feeds

the city you live in

          and

and the city inside you.

An egg breaks — whodunnit?

Zoom out: God

Zoom in: the Quantum Particle

Line up the elusive suspects. 

the witness can’t tell them apart



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We’re in a double-bind. We are all complicit actors in the big nasty dystopian machine (you fuel it every time you vote or take out your wallet). But to change the micro-physics of power, we would have to toss aside democracy and install “the right kind” of benevolent dictatorship, which is also undesirable.

Smoke em if you got em.


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From where I’m sitting in January 2013, I think the concept of utopia/dystopia is a form of apocalyptic thought - a catalytic fiction. I think we need a word for a world which has utopic and dystopic properties simultaneously.

Utopia and Dystopia have a sort of symbiotic relationship, no? Safety and privacy. Capitalism creates both wealth and sweatshops. The framers of the constitution had to put in safeguards to keep the newly minted American people from democratically electing King George.

I think Utopia and Dystopia are more or less the same elephant felt from different angles.



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The Monkey Experiment
by Cramulus

There’s a famous experiment where they keep a bunch of monkeys in a room for an indefinite amount of time. There’s a big white staircase leading up out of the room. Every time a monkey climbs to the top of the staircase, he gets blasted back down the stairs with a hose. When this happens, every monkey in the room also gets blasted with water. This makes them very angry.

Soon, the monkeys have figured it out: beat the shit out of any monkey that starts to climb the stairs. That’s the new rule.

At some point, they remove a monkey and send in a new one. He learns the rule quickly: don’t climb the stairs. And if we’re beating somebody up, join in. One by one, they replace each monkey with a new one who has to learn the rule.

At some point they can turn off the hose. The monkeys will reliably prevent escape. Policing the stairs has become a cultural norm. Eventually, they have this population of monkeys who are trained to beat up any monkey that tries to escape, but don’t even understand why.

The experiment is run by interns who are paid in course credit. Occasionally, an intern finishes the semester and leaves. New interns join the team and everybody explains how to feed the monkeys and how to record the data. But at this point, none of the interns are from the original group, none of them have met the scientists leading this project. Most of the interns don’t fully understand the point of the experiment.

The scientist who began the experiment left long ago. Other researchers were assigned to the project by an administrator in order to keep this valuable experiment running. None of the remaining scientists are actually authors of the paper, or even understand what it’s about. 

The administrator supervising the project isn’t terribly involved with it. He just prolongs the experiment because it’s his department’s main source of funding. But he didn’t begin this project, he just inherited it from his predecessor, who is on a leave of absence and hasn’t been seen in some time.

The company funding the experiment has a sum of money they spend annually on scientific research, mainly for tax reasons. But the person who reads and approves grants left last year. The last time anybody saw the man, he handed a huge folder to some new kid and said “make sure these stay funded.” Then he disappeared up a long staircase leading into the sky.


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In 1959 or 1960, Discordian personnel met in San Francisco to change Earth time. First words said was that only 2012 could be used on Earth to not change the 1 year Discordian calendar. So they applied the 1 year Discordian facebook group and ignored the other 4 years. The Discordian calendar was wrong then and it proved wrong today. This a major lie has so much evil feed from it’s wrong.

No man, woman, or child on Earth has no belly-button, it proves every Discordian on Earth a liar.

Even a child understands: there are FIVE SIMULTANEOUS YEARS in each 365 day rotation of the earth. 1-year thinking is evil and wrong.



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Intermittens image submissions / Re: Fractal Cult Images
« on: May 16, 2013, 03:30:11 PM »
by Cramulus and Magritte





by Enki-][





those last two are Darth Cupcake, of the Wrath of MS Paint Cabal, cosplaying as Eris


More fractals from Cramulus:









by smalltowngeek





by Burns




by Chutney Elemental






by Enki





by Elfboi






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Intermittens written submissions / Fractal Cult Written Submissions
« on: May 16, 2013, 03:29:57 PM »
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An infinite number of fractal cultists walk into a bar. The first says “I’ll have a beer.” The second says, “I’ll have half a beer.” The third says, “I’ll have a quarter of a beer.” The fourth says “I’ll have an eighth of a beer.” The bartender says “sTOP”, pours two beers, drinks them both, and takes a screenshot.

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Reality   
by Bwansen

    We humans always had to live with the fact that reality reaches beyond what our senses are able to percieve directly, that there are things determining our lives, even though we can not see, hear or feel them. Previously these things were angels, spirits and divine powers, magic spells, goblins, aether and hell. Today, we have X-rays and bacteria, we have magnetic fields, dioxin and quarks, files, the 4th Dimension, book money and brain waves.



    Thoth, the Egyptian god of writing and knowledge, records the blueprint of future humanity.
    All these things we can not perceive directly, and yet we believe they exist and are even dependent on them.

    In the past, alchemists searched for a way to turn base metal into gold. Today, we could do it, but we know that it is not worth it and already have found other ways to refine things.

    Today we know that every part of the universe may contain information about every other part, the part affecting the whole and vice versa. So why shouldn’t magic work then?

    We have rediscovered ancient, alchemical principles in a new form; for example the the old magical principle “As above, so below” still lives on today in the principle of fractal self-similarity.

    The transitions between past and present, between magic and science, between faith and knowledge are fluid. The scanning electron microscope revealed to me the landscapes of Paradise, and if I put my bank card in the machine, the number of archangels currently looking down on me is revealed.

    My microwave is a holy, even magical cult object.



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Apples
by SmallTownGeek

If you know your bible stories - and who doesn’t know this one - you know that in the garden of Eden, a serpent coaxed Eve and Adam into taking a bite from an apple from the tree of knowledge, for which they were banished from the garden and thus society happened.

I discovered a cute coincidence with the Latin language today. The word for apple is malum. From this we get malic acid, which flavors green apples and white wines, and malus, the apple tree.

Malum and malus are also words for evil, misfortune, and bad things of all sorts. Talk all you want about anti-intellectualism in the Abrahamic faiths, that’s old hat.

Malus is also a root for the name Malaclypse.

Malaclypse the Younger wrote a little tome of faith and philosophy (of dubious quality and appeal) called the Principia Discordia which I’m sure we’re all familiar with. He reminded us of Eris and chaos and discord - all of that fun stuff. He gave many great knowledge (and many more very suspect knowledge, but let’s not hold that against him). Whether we like it or not, he established the language of Discordianism - eristic, aneristic, hodge/podge, and the symbolism of the golden apple.

Again, we see the apple as a thing of knowledge. In the Greek and Discordian myth, Eris’s golden apple brought knowledge of chaos and what happens when you ignore it.

The truth is thus laid clear before us.

Malaclypse the Younger was not a man. Malaclypse the Younger was an apple tree.

I hope he dropped some tasty apples.


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One of the things I love best about Discordja, is that it’s like a mirror you can hold up to reflect how stupid things are.

When somebody says “We tolerate all religions”, it makes me wonder if they have an immune system to protect against cults, hate groups, and people that are straight up WRONG. Do you tolerate evil ideas too? If so, your tolerance might be kind of shitty.

Lord Omar used to hang out at spiritual gatherings in the 60s and try to out-do the level of crazy he was seeing. People were claiming they were the reincarnation of Cleopatra, claiming they were channeling Isis (and in turn demanding to be treated like Isis), and the community didn’t have any immune system to filter out those egomaniacs and nutjobs. Discordia was a mirror he held up: “Don’t you think some of this shit might be … you know, bullshit?”

Like, if you can explain to me why the Turkey Curse isn’t real magic, I can probably apply that explanation to most of what you call magic.

All those people with robes and candles and athames that think they’re accomplishing something by speaking in rhyme to their imaginary friends are on EXACTLY the same footing as some spag going “GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE” while pretending to feel up an imaginary woman.

Aleister Crowley once said that the point of his whole life was to spit in the grimy face of society in hopes that it would have to wash all the filth off.

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Here’s the second part of the Law of 5s: {spoiler alert}

If you look for 5s, you find 5s. But let’s be clear, there is *nothing* mystical about the numbers 5 or 23. If we had six fingers, it would be called the law of sixes. Those numbers are just a way of teaching you about “confirmation bias”. When you go hunting through the Chaos for a signal, you will find that signal.

If you look for evidence that people are shitheads, you will find it. If you look for evidence that people are awesome, you will find it.

A lot of people are miserable because they hunt for reasons to be miserable. They keep finding confirmation for their belief that people are worthless and the world sucks. But a lot of people are having great adventures every day because they have learned to see them everywhere.

A friend of mine saw a pack of pingpong balls and a sharpie and he saw something we didn’t. He sliced the pingpong balls in half and drew eyes on them, poked out a hole in the pupil to see through, then jammed them onto his face. Fucking hysterical, we were giggling for hours drawing different eyes and making faces at each other. We could take a lesson from him, that’s some high level monk shit.

two very useful links on this topic:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confirmation_bias

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The Age of Cancer - The Far Shore of Madness

A missive from Saint Amir Zetathustra, Heretic

Amir strode through the Theater in his holy garb (which he could no longer put through a washing machine after finally attaching the studs like he’d meant to, though there was still an ugly blood stain on the sleeve from where he’d wiped a nosebleed last June). He saw the Mosh, and saw that it was Pretty Crappy, As Usual, so he abstained and went to the bar for overpriced bourbon shots and the wisdom of wine. There, he met a sage who could not stay on his stool, instead preferring to clutch tightly to the bar. Amir listened while the sage spoke to a few wary followers.

“The age of Aquarius is not coming; we’re coming up on the age of Cancer.

I mean, look at it - cancer everywhere! Your bed might give you cancer. The things used to make your phone will give you cancer. City’s tearing down an old building near your house? Good luck not getting cancer!

There’s cancer in your food, cancer in your genes, cancer in everything, everywhere.

Big Money is, as we all know, tied to the Illuminati, or if I am to reveal their True Name, the OBSCURA!!!, the Slavers and Obscurers of Old Atlantis. They’ve been running guns to keep our claws sharp, keep us hiding in our armored shells instead of coming out and connecting and loving and feeling the Sun - the truth and the light and the bringer of life itself - on our skin. Now they seek to wither us in our shells with their cancers, boil us up, and eat us for dinner! And without even the courtesy of garlic butter and white wine!

A few Bringers of Light and Truth in Europe figured out what was going on, and they’re banning the Industrial Cancers, but at a cost. Their fears and efforts drive them further into their shells - a long life, never seeing the sun.

In America, the state of California is doing its part to warn us all. “THIS PRODUCT IS KNOWN BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA TO CAUSE CANCER.” We owe them our lives - we’d all be Sickly Slaves to the Obscura Illuminati by now.

But still, cancer is spreading, and Cancer is coming. The Great Crab grows power as Its followers worship. We can only delay, as things are, not change our fate or prevent the Crab’s Reckoning.

The solution?

Get paranoid.

Get really paranoid.

Grow and foster and feed your paranoia and fear and let it blossom into madness. Cross the line into madness, and forge on.

When you come to the Far Shore of Madness, you will see the Great Crab, and you will know what you must do.

What must you do? Fucked if I know, man, I’m just the janitor.”

The sage’s companions left for the Mosh, scoffing at their friend’s words.  But Amir saw the strange wisdom in what had been slurred, so he bought the sage another beer.

The sage threw up on Amir’s shoes and was promptly removed from the building.

Amir felt enlightened.

PER METUM AD INSANIA. PER INSANIA AD VERITAS.

Through Fear into Madness. Through Madness into Truth.

Note: The sage’s missive was approximately reconstructed from notes taken by Amir on the back of a receipt using a pen he nicked from the bartender. The receipt was later used to start a bonfire. The fate of the pen is unknown.


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The Parable of the Quiet Sunday
by Cramulus


It was a quiet Sunday morning. Peaceful, even. The monk Nopants sat down in front of a perfectly golden brown waffle, fork and knife in hand, a serene smile on his face.

 

Suddenly, there was a loud obnoxious yodeling noise from the other room. Nopants gritted his teeth. The yodeling got louder. Nopants tried to ignore it as his grip tightened on his fork and knife. Apparently Golden Rod was walking around the monastery, practicing his thunder-yodels.

 

Bung Fu The Fool sensed that Nopants was about to flip his shit and said, “Let me handle this.”

 

Bung Fu jumped out from behind a bush and surprised Golden Rod. “Hey you fuckstick! Master Nopants is trying to eat his fucking waffle in peace and you keep bunging it up with your asshole yodeling.”

 

Golden Rod was full of it this morning. He hissed back: “Listen you sycophantic douche canoe, I am an enlightened master so I can do whatever I fucking want. I’m sick of your fascist tyrant authoritarian facist whining like ehh ehh none of us would know what to do if you didn’t crack the ass whip up all of our asses all the time, so listen up: If I want to yodel, I can do it. If I want to keep my fucking PISS IN A JAR, I can do that too. And if I want to bust my throat by yodeling so hard MY EYEBALLS BULGE OUT MY SKULL, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY BECAUSE THESE EYES ARE MADE FOR BULGING AND THAT’S JUST WHAT THEY’LL DO—-“

 

Bung Fu said, “I’m just saying—”, but Golden Rod cut him off “—AND ONE OF THESE DAYS I’M GONNA BULGE ALL OVER YOU.”

 

That was it for Bung Fu, he hated being yelled at and even more, he hated Nancy Sinatra. He sneered and made a stupid face and shouted back in a sarcastic tone, “OHH I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT BEING AN ENLIGHTENED MASTER MEANS HAVING NO FUCKING REGARD FOR ANYBODY ELSE AND SPAGGING AROUND THE MONASTERY GOING EHH EHH LOOK AT HOW GREAT MY YODELING IS, GIVE ME A YODELING AWARD MADE OF PISS SO I CAN KEEP IT IN A JAR AND WALK AROUND LIKE I’M BETTER THAN EVERYBODY EXCEPT I ACTUALLY HAVE A PISS JAR ON MY PERSON AND I WANT TO SHOW IT TO EVERYBODY LIKE THEY’RE PICTURES OF MY UGLY BABY AND NOBODY GIVES A FUCK BUT I KEEP SHOWING THEM OFF GOING OOOH LOOK AT HOW CUTE MY BABY IS ISN’T HE PRECIOUS HE’S THE CUTEST BABY IN THE WORLD — EXCEPT PEOPLE REALLY THINK YOUR GODDAMN BABY LOOKS LIKE AN OLD MONSTER TRUCK TIRE THAT JUST ROLLED THROUGH A SHITSTACK OF ROADKILL WITH SHIT COMING OUT OF IT AND THEN STOPPED IN A PUDDLE OF COLD DOG JIZZ. WHEN PEOPLE SAY THAT AWFUL BABY HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES, THEY’RE REALLY SAYING HE LOOKS LIKE A SMEGGY PSYCHOPATH WITH BUTTHOLES WHERE HIS EYES SHOULD BE AND THEY’RE SHITTING, CONSTANTLY SHITTING.”

 

“I don’t understand,” said Golden Rod.

 

“I’M SAYING PUT A DIAPER ON THAT BABY’S FACE, ASS TURBAN.”

 

Golden Rod punched out a lamp and shouted, “YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS TO OFFEND ME HAVE BACKFIRED AND NOW I’M HORNY AS FUCK SO I’M GOING TO CALL UP YOUR MOTHER, WHOM I HAVE ON SPEED DIAL, AND TELL HER TO ORDER A PIZZA PIE BECAUSE I’M COMING OVER AND I’M GONNA FUCK HER IN THE FAT ASS, THEN EAT THE WHOLE PIZZA IN FRONT OF HER WHILE SHE CRIES AND IF SHE ASKS FOR PIZZA I’M GONNA SAY NO BITCH, YOU’VE HAD MORE THAN ENOUGH GODDAMN PIZZA ALREADY.”

 

Bung Fu tore off his shirt and shouted “ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A SPAG NAMED GOLDEN ROD WHO WAS ON HIS WAY TO THE BIG CITY TO MAKE HIS FORTUNE, BUT SUDDENLY HE GOT ELBOW DROPPED,” and with that, Bung Fu leapt onto Golden Rod, elbows first. They began to fight and roll around and scream crap at each other.

 

 

                   Nopants sighed.



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DIALECTIC

by Sondra London


    I hate you
    You hate me
    We can’t talk
    We don’t agree

    .


    So here they come
    To rob us blind
    We don’t notice
    We don’t mind

    .


    Each one turnt
    Against the other
    No more sister
    No more brother

    .


    We’re all alike
    Lambs to slaughter
    No more son
    No more daughter

    .


    Suspected treason
    The new fashion
    No more reason
    No more passion

    .


    Here they come
    To take us over
    We just submit
    We don’t recover

    .


    Now I am you
    And you are me
    We never talk
    We just agree

    .


    Q.E.D.






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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult
« on: May 16, 2013, 03:18:36 PM »
ack! Fractal Cult blog is supposed to be for original content, it kills me when people re-post stuff to there and don't source it.

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Intermittens image submissions / Re: Fractal Cult Images
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:29:43 PM »

Quote from: oakcloud

taken in my hometown
as it turns out, just to the right is a big opening so one can go sit underneath that magnificent chestnut tree and watch the sun set across the harbour.
or one simply adjusts the filters and stops focusing on the fence.
whatever.

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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:26:15 PM »
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The Age of Cancer - The Far Shore of Madness - by smalltowngeek

A missive from Saint Amir Zetathustra, Heretic

Amir strode through the Theater in his holy garb (which he could no longer put through a washing machine after finally attaching the studs like he

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Intermittens image submissions / Re: Fractal Cult Images
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:25:15 PM »



Quote from: thatmadmaxbullshit

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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:24:20 PM »
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The Society of the Spectacle has its demands too
by Cramulus
It demands your attention.

It demands that you state your position in the form of a sound-byte which can be re-contextualized by another sound-byte.

It demands a remake of yesteryear's summer blockbuster, the one with the hairy hippies on drums and mud, but with this years celebrities.

It wants to roll up your energy and sell it to kids on the street corner in a dime bag they have to hide from their parents.

It demands that you smoke that energy in secret and get all excited, fuzzy headed, forgetful, then you want more, and it's got some, but the next hit's gonna cost you.

It demands a glass jar full of passion, on display, so we can see the passion through the glass without getting any on our hands.

It demands that by end of the episode, we return to the nuclear sitcom family you saw in the opening credits.

It demands that you stop bringing up its disease, because that is embarrassing to both parties.

It demands your attention to these issues right now, before it listens to you.

It demands that you stop talking over it.






--------------------------as a little bit of context, this piece was written during the phase of Occupy Wallstreet when everybody was asking "Please enumerate your demands" and Occupy's reply was a raised fist.

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Intermittens image submissions / Fractal Cult Images
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:19:17 PM »
These are all by Cramulus


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"Balloon Party on Planet Jazz"








(I have higher resolution versions of those if desired)












"Uranius"












from Fractal Planet





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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:16:33 PM »
"If you jerk off the Buddha on the road, FINISH HIM"



Bwansen's Troll Box prank: http://fractalcult.tumblr.com/post/46341668566/bwansen-troll-box-i-this-is-an-aktion-23






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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:15:23 PM »
"If you jerk off the Buddha on the road, FINISH HIM"



Bwansen's Troll Box prank: http://fractalcult.tumblr.com/post/46341668566/bwansen-troll-box-i-this-is-an-aktion-23



Quote from: oakcloud

taken in my hometown
as it turns out, just to the right is a big opening so one can go sit underneath that magnificent chestnut tree and watch the sun set across the harbour.
or one simply adjusts the filters and stops focusing on the fence.
whatever.



Quote from: cramulus
Derive

I want to slap you, love you, electrify you and also be electrified. But the best I can give you is something you will appreciate for a few seconds, akin to a float in a very long parade, or a dish you will consume in an endless buffet of win and fail.

There are a million posts per day that could make you sit up, laugh, scream, cry, or burst into flame. That's what we are all here to find, I guess. But finding it will never be enough. We will consume images and ideas until our bellies are distended and then we will be even hungrier.

So here we are again, at the dashboard, searching, one finger on the mouse wheel, trembling.

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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:08:20 PM »
Quote from: Cramulus




Make your own fractals using a photocopier!

I started with a page that had a black square in the top left. I turned it 45 degrees and photocopied it at 70% size. Then, I took the new page and repeated the process

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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Fractal Cult
« on: May 09, 2013, 02:04:13 PM »
Quote from: enki





Quote from: oakcloud


life sure is simple - just don't mix that up with easy

-your friendly neighborhood freak

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All Else / bbcode error
« on: May 09, 2013, 01:59:22 PM »
something strange
in the neighborhood

When you use an open-quote (not a ", an open quote), it seems to delete everything in the post after it


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Intermittens written submissions / Fractal Cult
« on: May 09, 2013, 01:57:29 PM »
I've wanted to do a Fractal Cult Intermittens issue, but since this ball is already rolling, what I think I'll do is put together a Fractal Cult SECTION. I may have close to a magazine worth of material at this point.

For those of you that aren't familiar, Fractal Cult is my current internet cabal. I have a blog where my cabalmates post creative Discordian stuff they do. Everything submitted to Fractal Cult is creative commons, specifically so it can get picked up by projects like this with as little hassle as possible.

"fractal cult is the only group that joins you. and every member that joins is you already."


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