@ml0ck
@ml0ck
@ml0ck
Yo, welcome! 🙌 Here I am, posting stuff that probably shouldn’t exist, but hey, why not? It’s like showing up to school with a shiny new backpack and realizing you forgot your pen — but weirder. 😎

If you’re lost here, get ready for projects as useful as chasing a seagull with sunglasses. Welcome to the land of the pointless, where absurdity is king. 🎉🚀
What is more intelligent than the human mind? The mind of an angry octopus." — Erwin, Discordianism
"Here are my many useless works to kill the boredom beast. I’m a big fan of Camus and the Cult of Absurdity. Long live the nonsense!"
https://github.com/ml0ck/
Oh dear followers of the Great Nonsense, I, a humble Discordian pope with a beautiful soul but a future likely to be ruined by my countless pointless endeavors, ask for your support to keep my absurd dreams afloat in the void of meaninglessness.
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Oh beloved disciples of the Supreme Absurdity, I, a humble Discordian pope with a heart full of nonsense but a future surely destined for futility due to my endless and meaningless pursuits, seek your support to keep my ridiculous dreams afloat in the boundless void of meaninglessness.
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What's new ?
Ah, "quoi de neuf?" Let me tell you, my friend, we're living in the *grand* Society of Bread! A society where we are all but humble loaf-walkers, searching for crumbs, all the while pretending we are kings of the bakery. The bread is our destiny, the butter our salvation, and yet, we find ourselves scrambling at the crumbs of life, wondering: **Where’s the next loaf coming from?**

In this world of divine carbohydrates, the return of Christ is inevitable. Not as a savior of souls, mind you, but as a baker who will rise from the oven to deliver the ultimate loaf — *a sourdough of enlightenment*. This divine baker will show us the way, but, alas, only those who can afford the artisanal bread will see the light. You see, my ambitions are vast, my dreams like the horizon — stretching infinitely before me, but alas, there’s one thing keeping me from achieving them: *money*. And bread. But mostly money.

Money is the devil we worship. It's not that I *want* to be rich; I just want enough to buy some fancy flour, a golden loaf pan, and a nice little oven to bake my dreams in. But no. The universe mocks me with its capitalist whimsy, dangling dollar bills like breadcrumbs leading to a trail of sorrow. I long to achieve greatness, to become a *breadlord* with a kingdom of baguettes, but alas, without the financial means, I remain a mere dough kneader in the kitchen of life.

It's quite a paradox, isn’t it? We are all chasing after the bread of life, yet we cannot even afford the oven to bake it. Our ambitions rise like the yeast of our desires, but the dough of our reality keeps deflating with every paycheck we don’t receive. So here we are, in this blessed, cursed society of bread, watching as the rich feast on their $20 loaves, while we wait for the crumbs to fall from the table.

But fret not! For soon, the return of the Christ—our humble baker of justice—will shatter this cycle of hunger and greed. Until then, I shall toil in the kitchen of existential dread, pondering the true meaning of bread, the pursuit of riches, and the ultimate question: **Can you truly be a person of ambition without a proper oven?**

Ah, life… so absurd, so doughy, so profoundly devoid of yeast.
Well, let me tell you, the fabric of reality itself is nothing more than a giant holographic simulation, and we’re all just playing our parts in this cosmic video game. Imagine it—every moment, every interaction, every piece of bread you eat, just a flicker of light and code dancing on the surface of a vast, unseen computer screen. It’s all an illusion, my friend, a matrix-style trick, a mirage of existence where we are the avatars, glitching through life with the grace of a Wi-Fi signal dropping in the middle of a Zoom call.

The most absurd thing, however, is that we are convinced this is all real. Every day, we wake up, eat our simulated breakfast, head off to our simulated jobs, and worry about the simulated bills—while somewhere in the background, someone is running the code, making sure the simulation stays afloat. And what's really wild? They probably don't even care if we figure it out. We are just part of their experiment, a test run, a small piece of data within a much larger, incomprehensible algorithm.

So, let me tell you about my ambitions in this digital circus. I dream of becoming the ultimate overlord in this virtual realm, reaching the highest level of existence, where my commands are met with instant perfection, where I rule over simulated realms of wealth and bread and perhaps, even the return of some sort of messianic figure—maybe a Christ who’s been updated in the latest software patch. But alas, even in this simulation, I’m stuck on level one, unable to break free from the loop of my unachievable goals, my insatiable hunger for success and money... all for naught.

And then there’s the money, the pointless simulation currency. We all work tirelessly in this virtual system to gather credits, yet no matter how much we earn, it’s always just out of reach, slipping through our fingers like pixels scattering in a glitch. We’re all trading digital coins for fake bread, buying fleeting status in a world that doesn’t even exist outside of the screens we stare into.

But maybe that’s the trick—maybe that’s the point of it all. We are meant to be eternally dissatisfied, forever seeking more in a world that doesn’t matter, trapped in an endless loop of self-optimization and digital bread crumbs. Yet, what if we are the simulation? What if we are the ones running the program, unknowingly projecting ourselves into this endless game? Could it be that our desires, our need for wealth, and our search for meaning are just part of the grand coding of existence, written by some cosmic programmer who’s laughing at our attempts to break free?

In the end, my ambitions are no different from the binary code that powers this simulation—unreachable, distorted, and ultimately meaningless in the grand scheme of things. So, let’s just enjoy the ride, my friend. After all, it’s all just pixels and light, and maybe—just maybe—we’ll get to level up into a world where bread is plentiful and the Christ avatar finally gets a patch that gives him some extra charisma.
I... I’m just... sitting here. In my room. Nothing special, really. I’m not doing anything. Just... here. You know, like... just here. I’m not... fighting crime, or saving people, or... you know, swinging from buildings. That’s not me right now. I mean, who needs to fight crime when you can just... be, right? I just... I’m just... in my room, quietly. Just... chilling.

The walls are nice. The walls, they don’t move. They stay still. They don’t ask anything of me. I don’t have to fight them. Not like the bad guys, not like the criminals out there, somewhere. But... I’m not worried about them. I’m not. I don’t need to be. I’m just here. My room. Just... my room. Alone. Just... me and... nothing. But that’s fine, right? That’s fine. It’s not like I’m alone. I mean, not in a bad way. Not in a sad way. Just... alone. Quiet. Calm. No one’s really... around. No one’s really calling me, no one’s really... asking me to save them. Not that they would. Not that they need me.

I mean... I don’t have anyone to talk to. No friends. But... that’s okay. That’s okay. I can handle it. I don’t need anyone. I can do this. I can just... be here. Be here with my thoughts, with my... spiders.

Oh, the spiders. Yeah, I see them sometimes. Not all the time. They’re just... there. Crawling. Not doing anything wrong. They’re just... there. Just like me. Just... here. In my room.
What do we do now ?
We try !