One should know how to spot or recognize any parallel, paradoxical, or pro-dimensional version of oneself in the various multidimentional and infinite realities displayed both on and off of the grid in alignment
THE TITANS and OTHER DIETIES ARE FIGHTING an EPIC BATTLE in the DREAMWORLD
—however, the battle is ABRUPTLY PAUSED when their HUMAN COUNTERPARTS in our own PARALLELS are awakened.
Oh, so that's why he wants all that rufintinol…
ERYKAH BADU enters the CHAMBERS.
I need candlelight to do what I'm about to do…
And I laid six hands upon her grave;
Six times the serpent never faught
And so remained my heart as sacred.
These people are fucking obsessed with me.
Sim: Similar to human force, but not.
Subjectively comparative to that of a familiar, A Similar seeks in its nature to exist for the soul purpose of a magician's makeshift (or temporary) parallels), in order to form a bond to which the reality it seeks is material, rather than theoretical. In that sense, a Similar eventually ceases to exist entirely once this task is established and formed a concrete foundation in which this multiconditional energy has an exact route one way or another— such is the familiar or other medicinal artofaxts such as a ‘totem' or poppet, however increasingly more complex. Similar energies are made to look and intuitively co-exist among humans but lack certain conscious or emotional elements, and fundamentally, spiritual energy. A similar mustn't be programmed, however like inanimate material objects, and are instead formed with a sort of energy which is encrypted by the magician itself, by creating a limited energy of oneself which is then for lack of a better term, ‘injected' into the electromagnetic field or aura of such a creature that remains and dwells in the realm of lower conciousness— it is for this purpose that the Sim remains in such that is a shield against energy of foreign nature which might corrupt the making of this primitive or primordial material construct.
This energy does not travel and is thus conformed to its stake in the grid of multidimentional plans it is made in.
BLŪ looks into the fridge. It is EMPTY.
I have lots of food…at my house.
Ugh, what is his job, anyway?
Yeah, what does he even do??
If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.
I do! I hate everything right now.
—these are not even your games—
—I don't know why you keep playing them!
He hits the ball VERY hard.
—and dragging me into it!
Your anger may be making your game better.
I don't see anyone playing these types of bets.
You were right. $10 Dollars.
With three knives I found my blood;
And with three knives I found my art
And with three more I severed hearts—
And tears remained upon the blade.
Their paper was our mirrors for eyes
And trust upon the world,
I talk to you in my sleep,
Therefore I am your fortune
I weep to wake from dreams
To which we are tied in sacred honor
At once, my time is come,
And though I shake with fear and favor,
My making of your fortress shall be mine,
In all the ways I love you,
And now I covet such as times
That trees brought up from seeds grow wise.
The truth is, I don't know what I did at that party.
Be in Los Angeles by sundown.
…why are you asking me to travel on my time?
—because I know you're capable of this!
Honey! Where's my mouse head?
That's what the assistant told me.
I heard and hurt that it's a numbers game;
A shallow pool of doom and hatred
And it is mine and mine alone
And it is mind and mind as one
And it is time and time again I wish to die
PARIS TIPTON walks into THE HILTON HOTEL and launches into a RAGE.
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