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artificelux · 2 months
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“Many say the moon is closer to the dead.”
This is COLOR OF A MIRROR, my debut novel with an original, dark ambient soundtrack by composer Josh McCausland to go along with it.
Written, designed, and published by me, it’s the culmination of years of work, and it’s exactly the story I wanted to tell. It’s not loud or bombastic, but rather a cerebral, slow-burn cyberpunk narrative lingering on themes of fame, paranoia, religion, and technology. If you’re a fan of the brooding futures of William Gibson, Blade Runner, or anything with a mood like the movie Drive, I think you’ll find something to love here.
Available exclusively on my website, it comes in limited edition deluxe-hardcover, softcover, and e-book. (And if you’re a vinyl lover, the soundtrack is pressed in 180g Moondust White; also available on my site.)
Welcome to the Dive. Hope to see you around.
-Dan
colorofamirror.net
(Book photos by Josh McCausland.)
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volatilechemicalz · 4 months
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Euthanasia is an easy and carefree way to die.
No skills, and no money, I'm a natural born coward.
please reblog this took me sooo long (I think it was worth it though this was really fun)
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recently-reanimated · 8 months
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Podcasts be like: wow that was a crazy story about a capitalistic venture that took advantage of Americans looking for healthcare. Anyway, here's an ad for better help and also an ad for a shady vitamin company.
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birchf0x · 9 months
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Couple’s Therapy.
I have to draw my headed image. Work In Progress
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pratchettquotes · 2 years
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"You already knew?"
"It wasn't exactly dragon magic."
"So why did you give me this horrible sword?"
"It is tasteless, isn't it," said Vetinari, taking it from him. "One might imagine it belonging to someone with a name like Krax the Mighty. I was just interested to see that you were more fearful when you were holding it. You really are not a violent man, are you..."
"That wasn't necessary!" said Moist. Adora Belle was grinning.
"Mr. Lipwig, Mr. Lipwig, Mr. Lipwig, will you never learn?" said Vetinari, sheathing the sword. "One of my predecessors used to have people torn apart by wild tortoises. It was not a quick death. He thought it was a hoot. Forgive me if my pleasures are a little more cerebral, will you?"
Terry Pratchett, Making Money
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sculpturepoems · 3 months
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no one:
me: ~ thank you for supporting my small business :)
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oh-dear-so-queer · 29 days
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The idea that a single woman might think of herself as the equal to a man was derided by the late nineteenth-century radical thinker and poet Edward Carpenter, who said in 1897 that spinster feminists were 'out of line . . . Such women do not altogether represent their sex; some are rather mannish in temperament; some are "homogenic", that is inclined to attachments to their own sex rather than the opposite sex; such women are ultra-rationalising and brain-cultured; to many, children are more or less a bore; to others, man's sex-passion is a mere impertinence, which they do not understand, and whose place they consequently misjudge.'
"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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pvtaaaa · 3 months
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I've been following the Adderall shortage and really want to dig into why all of the sudden there is massive shortage in drug availability.
The news articles I read talk about a large increase in ADHD diagnoses from 2020 onwards. I listened to the Wall Street Journal's podcast exposé titled "Uncontrolled Substances" which investigated the psychiatric telehealth subscription service Cerebral and their questionable ethical practices of diagnosing and prescribing ADHD medications, among others. In fact, they are under federal investigation in the United States. The company was using a loophole in the practice of prescribing controlled substances via telehealth platforms during the beginning of the COVID pandemic.
Adderall and most other ADHD medications are controlled substances due to the high risk of misuse and addiction because it is a stimulant. Those prescribed with an ADHD medication deserve regular connection with their providers to ensure their treatment is following best practices. Plus, being a controlled substance means that the medications cannot be dispensed in large amounts, requiring more frequent trips to the pharmacy to get it refilled, and increased visits with their prescribers.
Now, those who need this medication to help their everyday functioning are forced to ration or even discontinue the medication. And I wonder how much of the current situation is because of for-profit companies taking advantage of the chaos the pandemic placed on the U.S. healthcare system. I also am left wondering how many people received a diagnosis of ADHD without appropriate screening and diagnostics.
I'm going to keep following this and will make more updates to this as it comes along.
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pavinx225 · 2 years
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The OA — A random dump of my theories and connections. You’re welcome.
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tendernobody · 4 months
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I would've died if I stayed there any longer she says.
Just as you remember saying those same words. It's different now, R̴i̸g̷h̴t̶?̶? Ȓ̶̬̝̋͑̈͘͝ĩ̶̛̻g̵̡͎̲̠̦̰͖̮̣̉̐̂̌̈́̉̕͝ͅh̵͖̝̯͙̠͔͚̠̖͍͎͕͚̃̿ͅt̴̢̤͎̩͎͓̮͓͍͇̬̤͓̪̞̥̋̀͗̾͑̀̑̾.̶̡̬̙̭͇̱̖̝̻̞͚̳͚̳̂́̂͑͒̓̒͠.̸̟̜̭̗͙̇̎̒̈́͂̃̈́̅͑̚̚͜?̸̧̡̢̲̝̟̣͖̱̼̐̌̄͐͑̈́̑̆?̷̡̜̜͙̞̳̙̝͓͎̥̪͕̽̄͜?
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. … 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
You Can't heal in the same environment where you got sick.
You CAN'T heal in the same environment where you got sick
You CAN'T HEAL in the same environment where you got sick.
ɎØɄ ₵₳₦'₮ ⱧɆ₳Ⱡ ł₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₴₳₥Ɇ Ɇ₦VłⱤØ₦₥Ɇ₦₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₥₳ĐɆ ɎØɄ ₴ł₵₭
But.. Ꙇt ωᥲ⳽ᥒ't ᥱʋᥱᥒ tᖾᥲt ᑲᥲᑯ...𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?
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artificelux · 4 months
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Yesterday, I took delivery of the first printing of my novel, COLOR OF A MIRROR. It’s hard to believe that I wrote a book, that it’s finally a real thing… even more surreal that people are beginning to read this story in so many different places.
Books are in stock now on my website, including the brutalist “ArtificeLux Edition” deluxe hardcover (shown below). Be sure to check it out if you want an unconventional, dark cyberpunk novel to keep you company this winter!
(And listen to the dark ambient soundtrack while you read! Available on Spotify and other streaming services, or on vinyl in limited quantities on my site.)
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volatilechemicalz · 4 months
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Cerebral
tws/cws: body horror, brain fuckery (idk what else to call it), descriptions of overstimulation/sensory ickyness, very brief mentions of both vomiting and self harm, shitty writing from yours truly
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notes: did a secret santa event in a discord server and this is what I did, but I might end up continuing it . idk yet . I hope they like it because this thing took me foreverrr
Access denied.
Access denied.
Access denied.
Tendrils. Twisting, touching, examining, attaching. Like curious little leeches. Except instead of draining and taking they gave.
Sensations. Textures. Feelings. Information. So much information. They felt like their brain would explode right out of their skull. Buzzing, electrical, diluted thoughts.
They're being exposed to information they never would've known. It's unnatural yet far from artificial. Currents of consciousness flickered in and out, barely understandable among the others. Rain falling into the ocean, individual yet part of the whole.
Unexpectedly, the technodrome wasn't one mind, a strand of being, but an entire network of interconnections, spiraling together like a knot, neverending conflicting thoughts and feelings of their own. Sprawling out into this vessel. The technodrome. They almost forgot where they were.
It was so easy to lose yourself in the constant stream of feelings. Maybe that was on purpose. They weren't sure if it(?) even had programming, but they knew that if it did, everything written in code was purposeful.
A purpose. What was the purpose of this thing? It felt wrong to call it that. A thing. It was a living database, collections of information and ideas. Like brains, almost, even if artificial. How advanced was kraang technology? Questions, yet no answers.
Another thread among the others. Their thoughts buzzed along with the rest. Lost among the current. Wondering if they would even get a response. Inputs, outputs.
Error messages blare in the background. Panic. What was happening? There was a disconnect from their outer vessel body. It was barely theirs. Poking and prodding. Examination. Was it fit for use? Leeches again. Inspection. Mess of tentacles. Sensory hell, slime and feelings and fluid and gross. Eugh. Don't slip back, focus. What happened.
Access denied.
Access denied.
Access denied? To what? They weren't trying to access anything. Everything was orderly until a few moments ago. A disturbance. Busy. No more poking.
Noise. Outside noise. Voices. Talking. External. Threat. Familiar voices. Who?
The asset you are trying to access is occupied.
...Asset? Which asset? What was trying to access it?
It was incredibly difficult to see outside of the console. Despite having an external form, it wasn't as active or useful because of the disturbance. Plus they weren't sure how to function it while being able to concentrate on other things. Everything was foreign. New. Scary. what am i even doing what is happening nononono everything is wrong all wrong wrong wrong wrong
Responses. Electrical sensations. Everything was fine. Everything would be as long as this thing threat was gone.
Movements, pulling, dragging, attachment. Leeches are back. This time their body was being moved, puppeted, not simply inspected. It was fit for use. A good vessel. No longer theirs.
Their vision is shifted out of wherever it was before. Everything is blurred and yellow-tinted, like they're looking through a dirty camera lense.
They try to blink to clear their vision. Nothing happens. They try to move something, anything, desperately, but nothing happens.
They feel things happening. Their body being altered to better fit its new purpose.
Tendrils trail around their body, sticking onto their scales and fusing with their being. It felt horrid. Sickening sensations. They would've vomited by now if they had any semblance of control.
Their skin feels itchy and gross. They can do nothing to fix it. Scratch it get it off out out get out of me get off leave please this is mine not yours off-
Their body shambles towards whatever was infront of them. Their vision was still strange, so they couldn't really tell, but they could make out colors. Different shades of green. Red, blue, orange..
Wait.
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT nononono anything but this shit FUCK.
The threat had been identified.
Maybe they would get lucky. Maybe it wouldn't be able to pilot their body well enough to do any damage. They knew this was all wishful thinking, but if there was any time for irrational thoughts it was probably now.
They didn't doubt their siblings abilities, but they didn't doubt theirs either. They'd kicked a lot of ass, and this made their body stronger. It didn't have any sense of mercy either, so in short, them and everyone involved were fucked.
Like an idiot, they tried to move their body again. The definition of insanity was trying the same thing over and over again in hopes of a different result, so maybe they've lost it. It was better then doing nothing and letting it happen. They hoped that somehow their efforts would amount to something, even though they knew better.
Their body moved again, (if you could even call it theirs anymore) getting closer to their siblings. It seemed inexperienced with piloting a body like theirs, but it was unfortunately a fast learner. Shuffling quickly turned into full steps. Closer, closer.
They weren't sure what was happening anymore. As time went on they felt more distant from their physical form. The dissonance of the technodrome's inner workings began to buzz in the back of their mind again. They felt themself slipping despite their rising panic and desperate efforts.
Despite their hatred for metaphors they felt like they were a fly in a spider's web. Trying and struggling again and again with no result. Small. Afraid. Unable to fix anything. Save themself.
Everything felt distant. They felt their hands grip something metal. High grade titanium familiar against their palms, familiar shape curled around their fingers. Thoughts about fighting tactics and a specific battle style being picked through.
They didn't know what happened next.
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howifeltabouthim · 7 months
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You were witnessing me become this crazy and cerebral girl, the kind of girl that you and your entire generation vilified.
Chris Kraus, from I Love Dick
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irregularcollapse · 1 year
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still thinking about the guy at the cinema last night who i overheard calling ti west’s x [2022] “cerebral”
cerebral. the slasher about what no orgasm and no attention can do to a woman. cerebral. the texas chainsaw massacre but make it porn movie. cerebral. one of the most emotionally-driven horror movies i can think of in recent years. cerebral. he said it was CEREBRAL.
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psicoonline · 1 year
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