The 2017 Archive has been split into thirds just as we did with older archives back in the early zeros. The
content is growing at an alarming rate due to admin being in the office much more often than throughout the past
two years. We simply need to ensure speedy load times and accurate bookmarks. The month bookmarks will stay
accessible on each index and simply direct browsers toward whichever of the three pages holds the content. The
titles will only be displayed for the four months on each page. Also, we may duplicate some of the more prominent
essays from the archive and place them in the writing section to make them stand out a bit. Some of the work we
have posted is quite dramatic and pointing browsers toward the longer entries may prove promising.
"Throughout the past several years, we feel more and more as if we have arrived at the end or receding edge of
something we can no longer achieve or experience. We have come far too late to see even the fringe which has been
left behind. Currently, we are too involved in attempting to maintain a presence within the framework of society.
The distance has become too great.
The safe is spacious yet nearing capacity. We continue to stuff our information in there despite this, and in hopes
of avoiding some sort of meltdown which will likely result in our demise. We just keep pushing toward the rear of
the safe. We know not what else to do at this late date. No one listens and no one changes. As stated above, this
outlet is all we have.
So why the revealing images of the female form? We need to see the beauty which still remains. Just as our
diminishing patience and willingness to live within this sphere of dwindling brain activity, those images are
displaying our decaying ability to deal with the obsession without realization. A few days ago we finally
approached a woman, handed her a QR card, and asked that she visit the splash whenever she had the time and/or
inclination. That was a huge and frightening step for us to take, but given the amount of time we have spent
discussing and complaining about the whole thing, the familiar fear was overwhelmed by a larger need. She was
pleasant and took the card at our request. We thanked her and walked away back toward our business. The operation
was simple enough, yet it pushes us into a direction which creates much tension, and that results in more images
displayed here. We need to see the advancing numbers just as we need to draw breath. And such will continue until
our end.
Below is an absolutely gorgeous example of exaggerated ilial crests being shown clearly by the bridge of her bikini
strap. This void (unbelievably similar to that of the Raven) is something rare in everyday life due to the
requisite lack of midsection fat and relative pelvic structure. Her wide hips make the appearance take place -- as
well as positioning, of course -- and the resulting shape sends our need into the fucking exosphere. Yes, those
types of features are a good portion of our reasoning behind the need for understanding. The difference is the
key -- why is this attractive? Sure, she is thin, which seems to be driven mostly by societal pressures and the
like, but honestly many would say she is not at all due to being so thin. Does she look unhealthy? Perhaps. Many
females see the media portrayal of what 'should' be considered sexy, and they push in that direction sans
consequences. Their health may fail, but the need to fit the mold takes over anyway. And much of that feeling is
doubtless for the little gaps which appear between her crests and abdominal muscles. Do you see? She is fucking
thin.
As has been typed here over and over, what do we do? Keep searching? Hmm. The safe is safety and the crests are
the concern. We recently mentioned that the card could end up in the hands of someone dangerous. This cannot be
denied, but the truth is that the stretch out into society may end up worth the pain. We just do not have a clue as
to which it will be.
We have one hundred QR cards minus one. Just one card left our hands and went into that of a beautiful example of
walking sculpture. That was days ago and no word has been seen in the inbox. Nothing. Perhaps she looked at it and
discarded the thing like a piece of junk mail. Who knows? She is a stranger to us and we to her. The other ninety
nine cards await hands. They await being the bridge of a dream. They await our insistence upon... Someone. They
just sit there in the safe along with our extensive feelings, needs and desires. The crests await, too. They are
out there somewhere awaiting our flexible measuring devices, mechanical curves, templates, and notebook. They also
await our lenses. Along with the other fourteen hundred aspects of past and present life which are pushing us into
the ground, the cards and crests are doing their part of helping us to lose grip with everything related to daily
life. The only comfort is the editor and safe.
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