Saturday, October 11, 2025

we are in a race towards the (slow-moving) apocalypse

 Trying to avoid doing that thing I did last time. A post elect: putting the body in danger, willful. Creating a social and professional precarity, dangerously. Burning is fun and all, but we are getting old, willfully.

[include a mock-up in blender] 

Paola, slam me against a wall. call, give me your horror stories, like that movie Life Sized and a board game, your move. Pull my hair. Guys, gays, i'm such an adult now, i swear. As cameras get better, my skin gets worse. It's natural. *transactional quotes*

LOL, I'm green. to realize they just made subpar digital humanities projects. CRUSH, it's a future we can't abide. and a dinner with an experimental filmmaker whose work is similar to but worse than, HAHA, honey, i'm flaming. Position CRINGE and can't exist. 

[set a scene of 2016-20] 

we cringe, we fetal. tell me i'm a relic from the future. like transgressiive seeing & live hypernormalization, when someone suggests making a playlist for a romantic interest is 'too much.' to this, we say, lolawolf, everyfuckingday, ithinkofyou.

[call me anti-academic, by my name/s]

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