Limitless Stimulus

  • War & Bagels Before 9:47 a.m. | poem

    A poem about doomscrolling, nervous-system triage, and eating a cream-cheese-loaded bagel while the world burns—because being human is horrifying, sacred, and absurd.

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  • Time | poem

    Time | poem

    A philosophical poem exploring time, perception, and consciousness—blending science, Hermetic philosophy, and existential reflection to question whether reality is fixed, or simply a frequency we’ve learned to believe.

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  • Spectrum of Our Reality | poem

    We cling to our perspectives like crowns and call them truth. But what if every viewpoint is just one color in a much larger spectrum? A poetic meditation on certainty, ego, and the quiet power of multiplicity.

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  • The Tragic Beauty of Sunlit Dust | poem

    A meditation on collective reckoning and the paradox of revelation. The Tragic Beauty of Sunlit Dust explores the quiet grief — and strange grace — of seeing what was always there once the light finally enters the room.

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  • 10k Views on my Website! 😱🥳

    10k views on my website! 🥳 🙌🏻 That’s a whole hell of a lot of eyeballs, ears, and brains focused thisaway — thank you!! 🖤 There’s a reason for it, I promise. Check out my website if you haven’t lately. I pour my heart and soul into it. 🍷 www.LimitlessStimulus.com 🖤 {Subscribe on my home…

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  • Funny Little Beings | poem

    Funny Little Beings | poem

    A poem about the quiet imbalance between body and mind—and the way of being human that lives in between.

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  • Some people live in direct sunlight; others have deep ancestral roots in faraway lands where the sun was mostly shrouded by fog and misty sea spray. This is an essay about existing within a slower, deeper, more velvety frequency which shapes how I see and create. It’s for anyone who has ever felt “too contemplative”…

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  • “Blue Light Socrates” • Social media is teaching you to blame. I watch from across the room- the soft blue glow baptizing your face, the gospel of grievance humming through your feed. It’s p r o g r a m m i n g you, not to think, but to defend. Not to feel, but…

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  • Empathy is Just Baby Telepathy (A warm and slightly irreverent reminder of what we’re actually capable of.) Written by Shelly Moore ©️ 2025 🤫 Psst. C’mere. I have a secret: Empathy is just baby telepathy. It’s the training wheels version—where your whole body becomes a tuning fork and you feel what someone else can’t put…

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  • Written by Shelly Moore ©️ 2025 🕊️ I. Why I’m Writing This. My dad died in April. We celebrated his life two days ago. This is fresh. Fresh fresh. This isn’t a Hallmark sermon or an attempt to convert you to my worldview. Far from. It’s my honest effort to explain — to myself, mostly,…

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