Flower From Ash
@iliilil.bsky.social
Mouth of Gods Word, a prophet in flesh and blood
for a blind age
where preachers call themselves gods,
rich men call themselves kings
and nations are idols.
Worship nothing but the beauty of the Earth
and make holy your homes
your temples
and your thoughts
for a blind age
where preachers call themselves gods,
rich men call themselves kings
and nations are idols.
Worship nothing but the beauty of the Earth
and make holy your homes
your temples
and your thoughts
Reposted by Flower From Ash
The Internet Archive at large is a treasure in its own right, but it was after an evening of diving deep into their software emulation library that I finally kicked $50 their way for the first time last year.
It's one of the most remarkable historical resources on the Internet.
It's one of the most remarkable historical resources on the Internet.
Few things more inspiring than the TRS-80 MC-10 software emulation library at @archive.org - over 800 programs, some rather recently written, trying to squeeze every glowing drop of potential fun and old-style computer joy out of a powerless computer system.
archive.org/details/soft...
archive.org/details/soft...
January 16, 2025 at 4:58 AM
The Internet Archive at large is a treasure in its own right, but it was after an evening of diving deep into their software emulation library that I finally kicked $50 their way for the first time last year.
It's one of the most remarkable historical resources on the Internet.
It's one of the most remarkable historical resources on the Internet.
“Come,” He says to me
And motions to His Feet
By which I lay
And kneel in servitude
As i listen to and write His Words
Behind which His Holy Choir
Makes sweet the Earth
So it may be understanding and willing to hear His Voice
And motions to His Feet
By which I lay
And kneel in servitude
As i listen to and write His Words
Behind which His Holy Choir
Makes sweet the Earth
So it may be understanding and willing to hear His Voice
January 19, 2025 at 3:51 AM
“Come,” He says to me
And motions to His Feet
By which I lay
And kneel in servitude
As i listen to and write His Words
Behind which His Holy Choir
Makes sweet the Earth
So it may be understanding and willing to hear His Voice
And motions to His Feet
By which I lay
And kneel in servitude
As i listen to and write His Words
Behind which His Holy Choir
Makes sweet the Earth
So it may be understanding and willing to hear His Voice