The Vault

Every time you practice a META combo to apese the clicker system, a low-level department of click goblin moans in pleasure, horseshoe of grubby teeth reflected in CCTV screen, leaning back to massage nipples and cry fluoride tears of glee at ur subjugation to IYYF system and its strangle hold on your creative agency.
But.. but what if I told you there was a way out? And but what if that way out was a different kind of subdugation... a different kind of yoke...

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Indulging an impulse fortifies and multiplies its client neurons— the relevant surrounding Greymatter literally grows. Each decision sticks in ur brainfolds and forms a component of the device u think with, coloring all cognition. This fact has important implications for creative authenticity:
If u want to think&yoyo like someone else— do their trick; if u want to think&yoyo like yourself—do yours. Inspiration comes at a cost to the authenticity of ur thought paths.

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There are impressions that completely bypass your mind and speak via your heart directly to your soul – among these are Bach's music, the sunset, the touch of a beautiful woman and Zach's 2013 worlds final; why these impressions touch us is a mystery, but it is in that very mystery we can find solace.

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The best quality any yo-yo trick can have is that of being uncontrived.
In all tricks, the mounts and movements interdepend on each other to varying degrees: the mounts facilitate&justify the movement and in turn the movements justify&facilitate the mounts, perpetually. In great tricks this mount-movement interdependence is so entwined it's rendered a singularity--a black hole, which acts as a gateway spiritportal and scrapes the veil of its material-world-limits. Pure purpose is yoyo's purpose

Addendum: good tricks start with a yuuki twirl and end in green triangle

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Great Yo-yo tricks are low-definition filetypes necessary to render Truth and Divinity understandable by the human CPU. A particularization of the multiplicity of God… a 3D cage built to capture a 4D ghost, a painting of a rushing river.

The structured, limited nature of yo-yo is necessarily opposed to fluid, multiplicitous Truth; and as such, when Truth is captured in a yoyo trick, it bucks to break free and distorts its cage, breaking down the convention and logic that so limits the creative power of the human CPU.

Good yo-yoers act on instinct and embrace Beauty thoughtlessly as a kind of spiritual divination, a means of bypassing the inhibitory rational gatekeeper to draw straight from the inner intelligence archive. The archive has been maintained since life first reproduced itself— and nothing has been lost.

When yo-yo strays further from logic and convention into the mysterious and lucid realm of the nugzone, it captures truth all the better for it. Truth as such is beautiful and inspiring and brilliant, why would one expect the yoyoing in which it is captured to be any different?

A good heuristic is that something is true precisely to the extent that it does NOT make sense. Good tricks are blunt objects used to paw at Divinity, groping at a statue of Her in a dark room… I believe that when u die and ur consciousness dissolves, the lights in this room flicker on...

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I am a grizzled soldier in the war against noise of all kinds (including visual), and a pioneer in what will be known as “going BubbleMode (TM)”: a radical reduction of sensory stimulus inspired by and owing much to the autistic and creatively impaired. read on.

When I yoyo I wear wraparound sunglasses w/ black tape discreetly blocking the upper half + edges of my FOV so that I can see only my hands and little else. I wear Hush-a-Foam surgical earplugs w/ construction earmuffs on top, blocking almost all sound except heartbeat.

A hood conceals this equipment and further muffles sound.
THIS is the move, THIS is how I win. Further, this is how I escape the sensory assault (rape) that is so often visited on me, breaking my focus, while yoyoing. No more pain, no more slime… Only intellect. Volumes in the mind.

The mind of the Yoistocrat™ becomes a refuge of solitude even in spaces rife with hostile bogies; each shriek of ambiguous hollering, each note of banal muzak an unwelcome phallus penetrating my sanctum and brushing coarsely against the sensitive pearl that is my brain

I'm walking through the mall and doing LATTER ESCAPE and no one can stop me AHHAhahahahaahhHAHAHahAHA!!!

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The best tricks are not created through rational or reason. In fact, few great discoveries in all of human history were ever made through rational or by 'reasonable' people. Reason's proper role is as a means of organizing & communicating some discovery--not arriving at it.

When reason is ever part of a creative process it's most effectively employed on the back-end. On the front-end, rational only serves to induce constipation, hesitancy and overthinking which render tricks contrived and repulsive:
The more you clog the gateway through which ideas flow with rules, frameworks and expectations, the more you inevitably select for lesser ideas who are willing to bend the knee to the insufficiencies of the human cpu. Suspend your judgment. No more thinking

A thoughtless, intuitive embrace of beauty, satisfaction, danger, idiocy, movement, intrigue etc., which is only if ever rationalized post hoc--such is the recipe for any trick worth doing. The mind is best used as an antenna--a conjuring device--not a generator outright. Instead, try babbling like a baby until you inevitably encounter a word. truly be like a baby

This can be difficult, especially since much of yo-yo seems to involve organization and curation. The temptation to reason is strong. But, even in those cases which seem to call for a curative approach, one finds that Rationalism can't hold a candle to Intuitions, when it comes to ordering elements. So, scorn your reason. Shame it back to its rightful post as Beauty’s apologist, Movement’s over-analyst. The youngest and most ignorant sibling in the family of human faculties is not fit to run the household, only to carry water.

Related:
Did you know in the contest of who can build the tallest tower out of marshmallows and sticks in 10 minutes, school children will beat engineers every single time without fail?