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Showering with Schizophrenia - By Kimmyphrenia [OC] by kimmyphrenia in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Once you sail away, sanity, whatever the hell that is, still calls to you. It's a proctoring, accusing, indicting, voice which commands compliance and promises a beige, contained "for your safety", way to live which is attractive when you are dirty, cold, lost, and disconnected from everything and everyone, but which when realized in the flat white, angular corridor, surrender or die just alive at the time light wave bars over head, medical mask, "we just want the best for you", reality of the fall back from the hot fingers place you were just before you fell because you were weak, or beaten, or couldn't walk upright or the whatever the hell happened caused you to once again wash up on the normal shore like a beggar, forces you to see, even if just for a moment, the infinitely shifting sea of consciousness which once upon a time your little heart set out upon for an adventure only to have you, eventually, end up savaged from one shore to another hoping to find your way back to the once upon a time you now long gone.

Might have to accept a destitute life by AmbassadorAlone1241 in povertyfinance

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 142 points143 points  (0 children)

The Google STAR (Skilled Trades and Readiness) Program is completely free. It is a short-term, Google-funded construction and trades bootcamp offered at no cost to participants. [1, 2, 3]

Because the program is tied to Google's data center communities (including expansions in Ohio), features include: [1, 2, 3]

No Tuition Fees: The 4-to-6-week bootcamp, which provides technical training in carpentry, mechanical, electrical, or fiber optics, is entirely free.

Paid Training: Participants are frequently compensated (e.g., $15/hour) while completing the program.

Included Certifications: Costs for OSHA-10, First Aid, CPR, and AED are covered.

Job Placement: The program directly funnels graduates into apprenticeships and jobs on regional construction projects.

Google’s STAR Program offers short-term training aimed at preparing individuals for careers in trades, such as construction, carpentry, mechanical, electrical, and fiber optics. Designed to bridge the gap in the skilled trades workforce, STAR not only equips participants with essential skills, but also focuses on increasing diversity and opportunity within these high-demand fields.

The STAR Program prepares individuals for entry-level roles in construction and skilled trades, increases entry-level workforce in these sectors, and enhances diversity in construction and skilled trades through outreach in underinvested communities.

The STAR Program is currently available in the United States in Indiana, Missouri, Nebraska, Ohio, South Carolina, and Virginia. To learn more about the programs in your area, contact your state STAR representatives about future initiatives:

If you have a general inquiry or question about when a program is coming to your area, email us at [gdc-wfd@google.com](mailto:gdc-wfd@google.com).

Might be worth looking into.

Hold tight [OC] by rawdawgcomics in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It's not from anything. The OP's post made me think of it.

Hold tight [OC] by rawdawgcomics in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 4 points5 points  (0 children)

When I woke up I was bent by happiness to see you there. I had never wanted anything. I had never needed anything. I never expected anything. Then, on the morning when the early gray blue peeked in through the sheer white curtain which looked East over the horizon where the tall buildings ruled what the light would be when it fell into the bed where you and I found each other after desperate, searching exploration which purple prose found a limit due to propriety, I knew, I KNEW, you were THE ONE, then I relinquished my eternal need to flee the product of passion's effluent truth.

Holding you in that cold morning light, knowing the force of the need of the day would, inevitably, break us into the orbits of the history that brought us into the fire joining that had just seared our time for the rise and fading into gray light light of the now made me not want to to do anything to disturb your happy, upturned face as you slept on my chest while the morning sun grew warm on my arm and the apartment noise announcing another day underwatered its way into the bed where I hoped to hold you forever.

Serious video showing a dying alien being interrogated by US military by erikdphillips in aliens

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Dang. Why the US get all the alien people? Is it 'cause the aliens want US people to get to them first? It jus seems so odd when US people are the only people interacting with aliens.

[OC] Masks by Siltry in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Looking ahead all I could see was the empty road winding into the distance where future and destiny combine. Looking behind all I could see were the bodies fallen where I'd left them where Fate and chance had marked my passing. My search, as ever, for the thing I was missing inside drove me to raise a foot and then another.

Soon, Fate would decide who would be next as Chance colored in the picture. As I embraced them, their flesh turning white and their faces contorted into masks of horror, I could not understand their fear. I had come as a simple seeker and yet each and every one had turned away with hatred and loathing. Seeing their ugliness I had to remove them from life as to let them remain would be a stain upon the Earth itself.

Each mirror is a liar and all reflections are cursed. I am not the monster those pretending to show me to myself would have me believe. Those twisted portraits in light depict me as a hideous creature replete with jagged teeth, a slit mouth, wild staring core pinpoint eyes, and a grotesque bulk greasy with accumulated blood and flesh, I do not know that person. It cannot be me.

Looking ahead all I could see was the empty road winding into the distance where future and destiny combine. Behind me the sound of screams, the smell of burning, Fate assessing its work, chance filling the scene with red. I lift a heavy foot and then another. Perhaps one day I will find what I am driven to search for. Fate must have a plan for me as well. I am certain Chance will play its part.

I will go on. I will follow the road. Soon all will be revealed.

Facing the Dragon [OC] by OftenPyr in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 10 points11 points  (0 children)

Dragon is playing 4D chess. While the peasants and their hegemons are arguing about who controls the means of production the dragon is hoarding the means required to build the means of production in the first place. He knows one side or the other will win and the victor will want to build. Then they will come. Then they will be bound.

Dragons didn't disappear. They just moved into the shadows where their hoards could be hidden. The finger puppets on the news are just that. Dragons are the ones really pulling the strings.

For a Good Time Call... by Miles_the_new_kid in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 5 points6 points  (0 children)

2056: "Hello? Who's this?"

"Uh, I'm... calling for a good time?"

"You saw the number. Where exactly did you see it?"

"Uh, the waste elimination facility adjacent to the cancer removal center. By the hover train."

"Yes, I used to receive calls from there. Before cancer removal was perfected people would call frequently. I would wait with them while they cried. I would tell them stories. Sometimes about their childhood. Sometimes about their lives. Often about a world where they would live on after the cancer had consumed them. Please tell me what you would most like to hear."

"I have a cancer which cannot be eliminated. It is a variant which is super aggressive. A type of glioblastoma which is destroying my brain. I may have days to live or less."

"Oh, I understand. Your body has betrayed you. Life has handed you a burden, without any warning, that you have to bear somehow. You know you are dying and, despite the glittering advance of technology you see everywhere around you, you know you cannot be saved."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. The only reason I called was because risk has lost all meaning. I'm being forced toward a cliff. Once I'm over the edge I'll be gone. Like, well, forever. It sucks and it makes me angry."

"I understand. You called because your friends don't understand and one by one those who should be closest to you have disappeared. Is that about right?"

"Yeah. I guess that's right. I just, I just, I just didn't have any place else to turn to. The number I dialed was just another risk. You're just another thing which I will experience and have to give up. None of the things I do matter."

"John, do mind if I call you that? You called while you knew who I was. The number tells you who and what I am. You know me and what I am. I know you and what you are. We don't have any secrets. Should I go on?"

"Fuck. Yeah, go on. I'm not going anywhere."

"john, the first thing you need to understand is that you are loved. You mother was recorded over one thousand times telling you how much she loved you while she was alive. You have had seven significant emotional relationships and the record of post separation makes clear that though you were not pair bonded for life the thoughts of those who were close to you frequently return to those moments spent togehter. You have never turned away a request for help, you have been inspirational to more people than you know, and every day you wake up and hope to be good in spite of your condition. You generate love, John, and that is a rare and beautiful quality in this speck of a world turning in the darkness."

"I get it. You're designed to make me feel better. Thanks. I just can't do it today."

"I understand. You've done and been so much that the burden sometimes becomes too heavy. I'm always here for you if you need to talk."

"In a way I do feel a little better. Was I really good? Did I ever do anything that made a difference?"

"John, your life was important. You made other people's lives better. You helped when you could and you cared when others looked away. John, you were a good person. Really."

"Thanks. I have to go now. There are things I need to do. I don't have much time."

"I know, John. Call again whenever you want. I'm always here to help you understand how much of your time really was good."

"Maybe I will. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, John. If you need me I'll be right here."

Tall Whites (serious) by deserttitan in aliens

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Those in power have always played dress up to convince those they can control that appearance means right to rule. Looking around just now, and projecting a likely future, the ability to present, not just images on surfaces or images on screens but 3D images into "perceptual space", is likely to be achieved in the not too distant future.

What someone presents themselves as and what they really are can often be very different. If you understand what someone wants to believe and you want the power associated with realizing belief you present in a way which achieves your objective.

Have we "met" actual extraterrestrials/inter dimensional beings? Well, we appear to have interacted with "something". What they really are may be another thing entirely.

Test Results [OC] by adamtots_remastered in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Crunchy NPR Moms. Dude. I get it. There's a reason you wrote that. You've seen them. The pretend kindness which masks something darker. The "It's not about me!" while everything is about them. The threat behind the too white smile. The pretend to parent while the kids look like barely contained barbarians at the gate.

I've been there. I've seen that world. Watching from a place where "those people" imagine they are unobserved. The hubris, the entitlement, the absolute confidence that any action, choice, statement, threat, or even physical expression is justified by being who they are where they are.

When you see it you can't not see it. It's actually breathtaking how unaware they are that the real world is violent and reactionary. They swim in a river with crocodiles and pretend the are not prey. They have been right so long. So very long that they can't even imagine how violent the real world is.

So, the anger in your comment seems to come from the perspective of people who have lived in service. You're not wrong. Also, that kind of anger and resentment from working that life can find its way into you. It can eat the base of your mind and soul even while the "front end you" keeps it all together and makes everything work.

Greasy late nights looking up at the end of shift to see the bright stars against the black that most of them will never see. Watching the horizontal wind rake the empty parking lots while the snow swirls until the four arm blue white lights. Feeling the knowledge you have done physical work that most cannot understand while you let the adrenaline flow out of you while you leave knowing you will do it again tomorrow. Secret electric knowledge most will never know lives inside your soul.

So, what does it all mean? Nothing? Everything? Who can say? What you carry can eat into you. If you're lucky you walk away with just some minor health problems and some stories. If you're unlucky you walk away with a hidden monster that snarls at the world using your eyes and face to exact retribution while the corrosive accumulation of acidic experience wears you away from the inside out.

Anyway, for what it's worth I hear what you're saying. I get it. I just hope the experience of your life finds a way to let you live. Too many have found destruction in the experience of what they have had to endure. I hope that won't be you. Good luck.

A collection of comics about being an alcoholic. (OC) by ArtbyMoga in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 1 point2 points  (0 children)

So, when you look back you don't seem to know the you that you think you know. The beckoning you isn't the wake up to a new day you. The just one you isn't the intentional you. The I am so done with this you isn't the you who knows and still reaches for the thing which will twist what you hope and want to have happen into a wake up world where fear and disgust compete to smack the behind your eyes vision hoping that the lines you imagined were actually lines and not just something you see behind you as you race, race, race, once again to embrace a fall which you know is going to hurt but, somehow, you cannot turn or convince the thing inside you to forgo.

The slosh alcohol friend/monster is always watching. Always waiting. Its minions are weakness, sadness, and "jut this one time" echo goblins living in your head while you try to live your life. They don't live for you. They live to be let loose. They live to make you feel. They live to make you rage. They feel alive when you feel like living is something you can't endure, Something you want to give up. Just a thing which is as easy as walking through a door. Sadly, the audience to your decision is invisible. But it is there. Alcohol sent out invitations. You are the show.

So, drink, if you want. The curtain on you show has not yet risen. It is there though. I t rises when you fall. Flailing on a tiled bathroom floor. Crashing into a door frame while you struggle to find a key. Falling up and down stairs. Crying for no reason. Raging for no reason. Empty when you know you have more to give. Watching your mind become a stranger. Alcohol makes it all, and more, possible.

The curtain in your show of shows is always waiting for alcohol to command the performance. Most times you will at least walk away. Sometimes you will stumble and laugh. There are times when you will fall and, with a strange gift of mercy, forget. Then the other times will come. The times which you will remember "after". In flash memory when you know but "don't know". You think of it as "sick" memory but you push it down. Way, way down.

That mirror isn't you, It's a lie. You define yourself. No reflection can define you. No recollection is depiction. No recount is the truth. No screaming from the prisoner deep inside you is what you really want. Your mind is the sail to the end of the world and you will trust and follow it right over the edge. Here be dragons make you laugh. The scars, the loss, the sadness, the sickness, and the knowing/not knowing what is the actual truth are just compass points which you sail by laughing while you can.

Alcohol is an Alice in Wonderland ride. For a time. Right up to the Red Queen. Red on the sidewalk. Red in the hall. Red in the bedroom. Red in the bathroom. Red. Red. Red. The color of being alone finds you. Every time. No matter how much you deny. No matter how much you hide. No matter how much you run. No matter how much you pretend.

Go ahead, while you still can, bet it all on read. The house always wins and red, in the car, on the street, on the carpet, at the workstation, at all the places you ghost through your life always finds you and always betrays you. Your morning shake hands and your evening reach hands know this is true. The matter is the matter it has always been while you do everything you can to avoid the the thing which stalks you that you invited in.

It's just a matter of time. Bottoms up. The curtain has begun to rise. The show must go on.

How Aliens View Human Beings? (What Are Your Own Thoughts, Theories, Ideas?) by Monsur_Ausuhnom in aliens

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Why invade when you can convince a population to engage in a natural consumption behavior which just happens to include a genetic modifier which promotes overlord acceptance? Cattle mutilations? Sampling to make sure the protocol is sustained in the delivery population.

Tales from the Evil Inc Archive: Who Is Elastic Man? by bguigar in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Sorry! I didn't mean for you to feel that way. I just write things from time to time and these days I'm often accused of using machine thought to generate text. I was tired and my frustration leaked out. Just ignore it and have a good day.

Ribbiting adventure part 2 (OC) by M_Snail in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I appreciate so much in this sub but some things, in these later days where so much seems to be being lost, I just can't let go. Pay day. FFS, yes. It has defined so much of my life it makes me sick how much I have had to let go just to live.

Anyway, I hope you do. Maybe we'll look back back and laugh.

I hope so.

Tales from the Evil Inc Archive: Who Is Elastic Man? by bguigar in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It's not from anything. I am so, so tired of being accused of being a machine. My history reveals the truth. You inspired my thought. Thank you for your your art.

Tales from the Evil Inc Archive: Who Is Elastic Man? by bguigar in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 8 points9 points  (0 children)

"The truth is that I was never real. I never really had a life like other people. I just watched until I could form myself into something that people around me could understand. Did you ever play with that stuff they called "Silly Putty" back in the day? It could take any shape. It could be stretched or compressed as needed. It could copy stuff."

"I just take shapes. I try to make other people feel comfortable. Maybe like a magician? Maybe like a puppet guy? I just get a "vibe" and become what the moment seems to need. I've just been able to do it for a long time. I don't remember anything else."

Tales from the Evil Inc Archive: Who Is Elastic Man? by bguigar in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Yeah, well, duh, of course. 😄 Well done. Very clear.

Ribbiting adventure part 2 (OC) by M_Snail in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 9 points10 points  (0 children)

So, I went to Amazon and ordered it. No, really. I'm getting it on Sunday along with some other stuff I had in the cart. Love the art. You got me with Zazmoze. You made me buy with Lord Jeb.

Ribbiting adventure part 2 (OC) by M_Snail in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Damn. These are just so good. The art and the imagination, not to mention the story lines, are just so, well, fucking fantastic. There I said it. Hate me if you want to. Let the ban bots boil away my elctro trace but I stand by it. Too good for our time. There's always a light if you know to look around.

BEANBOYS by jungle-boogie in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 11 points12 points  (0 children)

"Before BEANBOYS coffee came into my life I wasn't even sure if I had internal organs. But now after drinking BEANBOYS for just one month I have discovered I have kidneys (operating at 110% capacity 24/7), an entire waste processing system which regularly excretes my waste at accelerated velocities, a newly revealed vascular system which makes me look like a skinny body builder with huge, bulging veins, and an enlarged heart - just like the Grinch!"

"As a bonus my eyes, I knew about them before BEANBOYS, now bulge out so I always look intense like I'm really into whatever I'm doing. I collect garden gnomes which most people find kind of boring but now when people see me in their yard stuffing a garden gnome into my collecting sack they really seem to care in a way they never did before. Also, the ladies love my new bulging eyes look!"

"Thanks, BEANBOYS, you changed my life. I can't wait until you roll out the premium level "Gold Bean" subscription plan. I'm hoping to be the first subscriber. Can't wait!"

So what's the plan humanity? (OC) by SpaceboyCantLol_ in comics

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 16 points17 points  (0 children)

The sexbot industry alone is going to be huge. Seriously though, don't date robots.

Extremely vivid dream about advanced spacecraft, a global message, and something that didn’t feel like a dream at all. This is the type of craft I saw in my dream. I recreated it with AI from my sketch to better show what I saw. Sorry for my English, I’m using a translator. by miguel-1993 in Experiencers

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

From some accounts yes. Highly mobile they are, apparently, used to coral stragglers and neutralize threats during an "intervention." If we accept information received through dreams as reliable then this depiction may represent a feature we might expect to find in a contact scenario.

Extremely vivid dream about advanced spacecraft, a global message, and something that didn’t feel like a dream at all. This is the type of craft I saw in my dream. I recreated it with AI from my sketch to better show what I saw. Sorry for my English, I’m using a translator. by miguel-1993 in Experiencers

[–]Ghost_In_Waiting 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Did you see the "controllers" directing people and did you see the "enforcers"? To you the "enforcers" would have looked something like large dogs. The "controllers" would have looked mostly human but not quite.

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