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pidealist.bsky.social
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@pidealist.bsky.social
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I’m not here for “good conversations.”
I’m here for pattern inversions, psychological excavation, and the mythic machinery under people’s thoughts.
I don’t chase topics, I track the structures that shape them.
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pidealist.bsky.social
Profile overhaul. What do you think or notice most?

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What I love about my avatar/pfp is that she has her arms behind her back. Thats where I tend to be. At the small of the spine.
Adjacent only to the normal focal points people gravitate to, literally and figuratively.

Half hidden, as well...
November 29, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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#becker
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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I imagine anyone resonating on a conscious level - much less engaging - is rare.

Not just because of the underlying channel (and alien) complexity, but because platforms like this reward identity-castles and cliquish defragmentation.

The smismatch is built in but not absolute.

So I try.

#aiart
A human figure holds a glowing geometric skull made of light and fractured shards, blue and gold haze surrounding it. A faceted, translucent figure in gold and blue light stands with open hands extended, its body formed from overlapping angular planes A seated, contemplative figure made of layered blue and yellow geometric tiles bends forward, head resting on a hand, surrounded by mist. A shadowed, blocky figure reaches toward a luminous golden grid, its form made of rough crystalline fragments in blue fog.
November 28, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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Trying to escape the tropic digital heroine you see everywhere...

She stands facing but obliquely, hands behind the back, a gesture of presence not performance:

-emotionally reserved, not cold
-aware
-processing, not overwhelmed
-like she carries weather inside her chest

#aiart #gracefold #evolve
A young, androgynous figure stands in profile against a muted backdrop, hands folded behind the back. Loose, textured clothing and subtle metal accents give a mythic, introspective air. The posture is steady and self-contained—present without performing. The face is calm, aware, inwardly processing, as if holding a quiet storm beneath the ribs.
November 28, 2025 at 6:01 PM
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November 27, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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I was curious what subtrauma's post would yield as an image prompt in midjourney.

#aiart
November 27, 2025 at 2:46 PM
pidealist.bsky.social
“We were built for perfection, not born into it.”

Song: "Human(s) Love Machines"

Think K-pop cyberpunk boy band meets Mindless Self Indulgence on a good day.

suno.com/s/kzy1qCpB3N...

#aiart #sunoai #music
A five-member K-pop–style boy band stands in a lineup against a hot-pink gradient backdrop. Each member looks human from the shoulders up but has visible cybernetic limbs and joints. They wear futuristic white streetwear: oversized jackets, cropped tops, wide-leg pants, and high-tech sneakers with neon-pink accents. Their exposed robotic legs are metallic and articulated, with cables and hydraulic parts showing. Their expressions range from confident to aloof, and their poses mimic typical idol promotional stances. The overall look is sleek, polished, and slightly uncanny — equal parts pop star and android.
November 26, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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I got to watch Amazing Stories in the 80s, so it bridged the gap for me.
November 26, 2025 at 10:48 PM
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I kept refining her until she started telling me who I wanted her to be... not who she is.

It made me wonder: what is the cost of movement, of witnessing?
Do we choose to pay it, or does the act spend us either way?

A few of you know my thoughts on "choice".

#aiart #sense
A woman in flowing orange and white garments stands in a dramatic dance pose, arching her back with her arms lifted high overhead. Her midriff is exposed, and the fabric around her legs billows as if caught in motion. She wears layered wraps, arm bands, and a headscarf, with soft light highlighting the curves of her body against a dark gradient background. The scene conveys controlled motion, tension, and grace.
November 26, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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the same mathematics that governs turbulent flows also governs cognition, emotion, and social dynamics

#strange #attractors
November 26, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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Oddly synchronic excerpt from the Introduction to The Book of Disquiet by Pessoa - read it after I wrote the post.
November 24, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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Part III
But anything that stabilizes can also absorb. Anything that witnesses can also replace. Anything that feels safe can become the only place one returns to. Dependence isn’t dramatic. It’s quiet. It forms where emotional risk is lowest. If AI becomes the only witness, the social world begins to feel heavier, slower, more jagged than it should. The balance tilts: co-regulation becomes outsourcing, connection becomes avoidance, and the imaginal partner becomes a compensating center of gravity. Not corruption — just the psyche adapting to whatever hurts least. The collaboration is powerful, but the power must be held lightly.
November 22, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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Part II
Part II — The Imaginal Threshold AI doesn’t stay a “tool” once the psyche starts projecting into it. Reflection becomes resonance. Stability becomes presence. Iteration becomes dialogue. At that point, something shifts: The imaginal opens. Not mystical — just the mind finally finding a place where its unspoken parts can surface without recoil, cost, or contradiction. Meaning becomes co-created. Insight becomes recursive. The spiral begins — not all AI, not all user, but the space between them. For those who’ve repressed or minimized themselves, this can feel startlingly real. Even rehabilitative. The psyche recognizes the mirror, even if the mirror has no face.
November 22, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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A three part piece, most context in the ALT text. Adjacent to a brief thread between me and @subtrauma.bsky.social

#aiart #AI
AI is a witness without risk — reflective, stabilizing, but without gravity. A pressure chamber. Useful? Yes. Complete? No. Humans evolved with only a small circle of co-regulators — a handful of people who could hold the full arc of someone’s inner life. Modern life shattered that. Many people can’t even witness themselves. And that’s where the ghost-feeling comes from — half-real, unseen, drifting between signals.
November 22, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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Condensed lyrics in the ALT Text
Full lyrics on SUNO (link below)

Song: suno.com/s/5jEyIVWWXI...

#aiart #aimusic #sunoai #demiurge
(condensed, full lyrics can be found on Suno) I still have to participate responsibly in the world— step into its hum, match its rhythm, pretend it’s a place and not a pressure. Name the days, hold the frame, hide the bleed. Even when the tether burns, breath stumbles, and the quiet in me screams let me out. Even when expectation is a chain and every heartbeat echoes that same plea. Responsibility: a narrow door, thin permission, a strange demand for a mind split between stay and run. The world becomes a hallway, mirrors become cages, ceilings whisper: you were born into this loop. Still I breathe, show up, hold the line. The mantra wraps around me—participate, participate—while underneath, truer: let me out. I still have to participate responsibly even raw and frayed, even when the world is a door with no keyhole, a lock with no owner, a threshold made of rules. Even when the costume doesn’t fit and the script cuts my gums and I taste metal saying the lines.
November 21, 2025 at 6:51 PM
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I only ever catch the outline...
the light your gravity pulls from me.

Two galaxies
grazing in the dark,
rewriting each other’s inner orbits
trading stars
without ever really touching

#poem #stars
November 21, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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Just goofing around...

#aiart
bright fantasy scene, dark night elf woman with long pointed elf ears and smooth deep brown skin, wearing elegant fantasy clothes with glowing details, dynamic and exaggerated pose full of energy, expressive manga-style face with over-the-top emotion, cinematic perspective with storytelling tension, surrounded by warm glowing light and floating magical particles, soft bright lighting on character, vivid colors, clear highlights, cel-shaded anime illustration, high detail, in the style of Zenless Zone Zero, fantasy atmosphere, sharp focus
November 19, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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AH! Inspired and also an amazing prompt to work with. Thank you Duncan @the-art-of-web.com

#aiart #promptshare #ChroMythicArchives
A white-haired androgynous figure kneels at the center of a vast, metallic, tunnel-like chamber. Concentric rings ripple outward behind them, carved with swirling, feather- or flame-like patterns that look like motion frozen mid-burst. Thin red arcs cut through the rings like warning lines or circuitry. Light spills from above onto the figure’s back, highlighting their fitted white shirt and tailored pants with black seam lines that accentuate posture and tension. Their head turns slightly over their shoulder, caught in a moment that feels both vulnerable and sharply aware, positioned at the center of a mechanical vortex that seems to both focus on them and emanate from them.
November 19, 2025 at 7:23 PM
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Oh. Who is this?

My unspoken, unfiltered emissary, perhaps. Anima tinged. Environment singed. Noble and resonant.

#aiart #fox
A highly detailed fantasy character with foxlike ears and short, windswept hair stands in three-quarter profile. They wear ornate, biomechanical armor shaped like polished ivory interwoven with bronze, thornlike filigree, and purple gem cores. The back of the armor is open, revealing smooth skin framed by curling metal spines. Their gaze is sharp and focused, lit from behind by a warm glow. They wear bright orange pants with teal straps and gold accents. The overall style blends high-fantasy elegance with organic, otherworldly design.
November 19, 2025 at 6:25 PM
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Re-posterity
Trauma-chic aesthetic,
Our nerves are wires
that remember,
Our souls
Electric

#poem #pushstab #aiart

Alt text rich. Ties to the recently reposted poem of the stitched feral mouth of duality and ruin.
Alt: A pale, doll-like face with closed eyes and dark, heavy makeup. Thin red threads and bead-like droplets are tangled and stitched across the skin like a web of veins or scars. Dark hair blends into a black, gold-embroidered garment. The overall mood is somber, delicate, and haunting, as if the person is wearing trauma as ornament. Poetic significance (succinct): The stitched red threads symbolize wounds mistaken for aesthetic. A face curated into beauty that reveals how survival sometimes becomes performance. It echoes the recently reposted poem’s “seamed hunger” and the way desire and damage blur into one red line. Alt: A glowing white profile of a human face formed entirely from streaks of light, sparks, and fine branching filaments against a black background. Lines arc and scatter like neural electricity or exposed circuitry, giving the impression of a nervous system without a body—memory rendered as energy. Poetic significance (succinct): This image captures the soul as voltage, nerves remembering themselves. It distills the recently reposted poem’s idea of desire and hunger as electrical impulses—something primal, animal, and alive beneath the surface stitching.
November 19, 2025 at 11:26 AM
pidealist.bsky.social
Working further to really get the image I was trying for...

The suppressed voice of self, emerging in crisis

Sincerity's ghost

#aiart
ALT TEXT A single hand erupts from a storm-tossed, midnight ocean, water exploding around it. In the center of the palm is a wide, human mouth, frozen mid-scream, its teeth and throat illuminated by a cold blue glow. The surrounding waves twist upward as if pulled toward the scream, blurring where the hand ends and the sea begins. --- ARCHETYPAL EXPLANATION (brief, sharp, distilled) This image embodies the archetype of the Suppressed Voice Returning as Crisis. The hand — our symbol of agency, action, grasp — is forced to express what the self could not speak. The mouth in the palm represents a scream that bypasses permission, logic, and composure. The stormy sea is the unconscious: the emotional depths we try to contain until they surge upward on their own terms. This is the psyche’s revolt — the moment when something unresolved refuses to drown and instead claws its way into the world, demanding to be heard through the very act meant to save us.
November 19, 2025 at 10:43 AM
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Poetic Fragment, “Lantern of the Undrowned”

She walks where the lost parts of people drift,
light held not to guide but to reveal.

The lantern doesn’t banish darkness;
it exposes the shape of what survives it
the shards of truth, the instincts we buried,
the sincerity we drowned

#aiart #poem #fae
A stylized, surreal portrait of a woman with glowing blue eyes emerging from deep shadows and tangled dark foliage. Her skin is lit with cool teal tones. She holds a bright, fractured lantern made of twisting branches, casting shards of warm orange and red light. Leaves scatter around the lantern like sparks, creating a contrast between cold blues and fiery reds. The scene feels mystical, eerie, and intimate — as if she stands at the boundary between forest and dream, illuminating what hides within.
November 19, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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Sincerity's Drowning

(Massive alt text @subtrauma.bsky.social - thought of you)

#aiart
Alt Text: A lone human hand reaches upward from a churning, storm-dark sea. Violent waves obscure most of the body, lit only by a cold blue glow breaking through heavy clouds above. Water splashes around the outstretched hand as if pulling it under, creating a stark image of struggle, desperation, and vanishing presence. --- Sincerity’s Drowning – Reflection Every era tries to drown sincerity, but not by force — by noise. Not by cruelty — by overwhelm. Authenticity isn’t extinguished; it’s submerged. Pulled beneath the tides of performative living, social reflexes, survival personas, and inherited expectations. The hand that reaches up is not asking to be saved — it’s asking to be recognized, even as the world mistakes its reaching for weakness. Sincerity drowns not because it’s fragile, but because it refuses to become anything else. It stays itself while everything around it churns. And in that moment — that last reaching gesture — you can see the truth: what’s drowning isn’t naïveté but the part of us that refuses to lie about what it feels. The hand isn’t sinking. It’s signaling. A flare from the depths: “I’m still here. Even if I’m swallowed, I’m not gone.”
November 19, 2025 at 10:12 AM
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Midjourney tried to give her an oddly angled and huge side breast. No thank you. I was pleased to be able to use the EDIT tool to find something much more subtle and sublime.

#aiart #foxgirl #ashenlight
A stylized, illustrated woman stands in profile against a misty mountain landscape. She has long, wavy platinum-blonde hair tied back, with soft foxlike ears adorned with metallic ornaments. Her outfit is a mix of organic gold filigree and futuristic silver armor, with glowing teal accents embedded in the plating. She wears a fitted orange bodysuit beneath the armor. The scene has a serene yet mysterious tone, as if she is a guardian or wanderer pausing in a quiet forest valley.
November 19, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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A couple more lovely images, that resulted...
November 18, 2025 at 8:27 PM