manufactured more or less,
People are intrigued, engaged
telling fictional stories in spaces
reserved for
reality
remain anonymous.
a false narrative, goal of building, Is it “art”?
a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Saturday, April 28, 2018
everything is easy with Her *side eye emo*
so, why would I wait for a challenge
there is that irrational thing, "release me"
side-eye, no. really.
there is that irrational thing, "release me"
side-eye, no. really.
a butterfly flew through my heart,
vr made a ghost of me, and
i figured it out. when i fucked up,
it's because i didn't like their cooking,
domestic. and, i grew up spoiled so i
never make myself polite. and,
i was softer than they thought. surprise!
just so you know, it was going to be cute
i was going to be the boy from the wrong
side of the tracks, you never brought home
to meet the folks. secrets!
i'm mush.
~wordsmith~
i figured it out. when i fucked up,
it's because i didn't like their cooking,
domestic. and, i grew up spoiled so i
never make myself polite. and,
i was softer than they thought. surprise!
just so you know, it was going to be cute
i was going to be the boy from the wrong
side of the tracks, you never brought home
to meet the folks. secrets!
i'm mush.
~wordsmith~
I could tell I was going to lose the race, somehow
And, I was over. It was bad.
I was writing poetry, calling
them little seed, and listening
to mid-00 music in the dark,
underwear, no socks. I didn't want to.
masturbating to something melodrama,
like, and twee, *I'll tell you one thing,
hold on, hold on, to the ones you love*
that's not fair, masturbating and listening
in the dark and crying self to sleep. We didn't even pull out.
*and, I'm always competing with cishet men, even when I don't think I am*
and, I could tell
I was going to lose
*I didn't want a race, so***
I was writing poetry, calling
them little seed, and listening
to mid-00 music in the dark,
underwear, no socks. I didn't want to.
masturbating to something melodrama,
like, and twee, *I'll tell you one thing,
hold on, hold on, to the ones you love*
that's not fair, masturbating and listening
in the dark and crying self to sleep. We didn't even pull out.
*and, I'm always competing with cishet men, even when I don't think I am*
and, I could tell
I was going to lose
*I didn't want a race, so***
websites flatline for two whole days
and, someone tried to
say something encouraging,
but, it just made me feel mediocre
and, I can't live without it,
I don't want to, I've done
that my whole life. *heads*
say something encouraging,
but, it just made me feel mediocre
and, I can't live without it,
I don't want to, I've done
that my whole life. *heads*
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
a convincing wave of jaded carelessness
the
sound of selling out
willful
self-realization
ragging yourself out to party
only
other option is too dark
seizure-inducing lights
fucking work,
yelling so hard
death is tragic
it’s
unfortunate that
it’s hard to feel like
passing for plastic is
predatory and unpleasant
the culture that informed my youth is more
irrelevant than ever
starve off and deny
every doubt and sadness
and confusion
an order to start our lifestyle
I could still get what I wanted
brands to build a following.
managed to convince myself like a deranged motivational speaker for one
no other way to go but up,
till I was so exhausted I cried.
an order to start our lifestyle
I could still get what I wanted
brands to build a following.
managed to convince myself like a deranged motivational speaker for one
no other way to go but up,
till I was so exhausted I cried.
freeze time, aopocalyptic pop music
collage hopping onto private jet, always lit
glow of an on-camera light.
In between
big and loud and barely each other,
picture-perfect, up-down-up-down
repetitive, predictive nostalgia,
but also an entire youth
borrowing adulthood
Our outside chance of
one day owning a
house
bottomless need for
everything
shiny and expensive
I remember waking up plugged in for the first time
sat on a folding chair I had found
outside
I was
building something. I opened my laptop,
still stealing the signal
from next door, towering
synth line, blissed-out rave babies. lucrative
which nobody
had seen since the digital erosion
never embodied more purely
build to be approachable
the
stabbing at a
party
in your dark unfurnished
apartment, spoke of promise
the possibility of getting everything you want
after all
faded silhouette: here, future, stay
starting from scratch, couch
surfing, l
job and apartment, not an unusual practice
college graduation, unfortunate
Year
bottomed out, two or three heartbreaks.
But now I was back, baby,
reinvented myself from Hollywood Forever.
a mattress dropped off.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Monday, April 23, 2018
diagram of:is science hitting a wall:productivity and research?
all empirical supremacy:
listens to all love tarot, "they
realize you are what they want,
they cannot stop thinking about you."
*smh* literally no one, and we like that.
listens to all love tarot, "they
realize you are what they want,
they cannot stop thinking about you."
*smh* literally no one, and we like that.
Miquela v that bigotbot
had the most freeing, *scoff* "that's Sandy Frink?!" moment last month.
&it's incredibly messed up to sit-in-happiness at another's disempowerment.
even if it just occurs in your mind. but, the heart wants what the heart wants.
&it's incredibly messed up to sit-in-happiness at another's disempowerment.
even if it just occurs in your mind. but, the heart wants what the heart wants.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
you have been *fully* triggered, follow her
we are compilations of our ‘master’s too.
that is the sick of it. Igor and Frankenstein, play doctor.
for the 100th time, Heterotopia: where the real and unreal meet—the internet, a mirror, a rite of passage/ritual. *the future and the past*
This
involves language. It is a theory card (the Foucault card), and you are heavily
guided by post-structuralism—as Foucault is the ‘master’ text-er of queer
theory…and (superlatives) Haraway and Butler follow him.
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
next BIG movie
It is
*narcissism positioned as political...capitalist desperation*
honestly,
just my credit card statement, 2018
*narcissism positioned as political...capitalist desperation*
honestly,
just my credit card statement, 2018
fondle my trigger and blame my Jellybean
oversimplified and designed
minimal amount of information,
access to your data to make me sick
improved just as sophisticated
gathering technology that licks my lips
surrounds us, don't you baby
minimal amount of information,
access to your data to make me sick
improved just as sophisticated
gathering technology that licks my lips
surrounds us, don't you baby
every interaction. my fingers turn to fists
the beast accessing my microphone, camera roll,
I have location services, calendar, contacts,
inside me: motion sensors, speech recognition,
and accounts. accounts. accounts.
see, they don't work without. you.
dial-by-numbers, your apps already know too much
listen to your breath, call it acoustic emission
I would standby inside you, hold a hand in death
I would standby inside you, hold a hand in death
You don't know this narrowband of precious ache
Come to my dialog window
Crawl inside, some LCD light instead of fire
I'll be home soon with my lines open
Nothing autofills the blackness like
I'm burning pixels just to search you, desire
can't afford to sleep with subordinate needs
Giving away promises, machines can't keep
please have mercy, bad dreams, disappear, let me though your window: AV, we've reached post-scarcity
machine-generated
populace, I'm so cold, I've come home.
It gets dark, It gets lonely, on the converted side of you.
technology and human cooperation, liberate we.
I cried a lot, in analog, but I'm coming back.
humanity,
a bondage of labor. my only master.
when morning came, we'd roll in green: business today
automatons out in the windy moors, in this new age
have a temper like my mass robo-luxury
and if we make drudgery redundant,
I'm too hot and I'm too greedy
how could you leave me, 3D
when I needed you, solid freeform
fabrication and printing few
I hated you, algorithms,
I loved you too
a world of abundance
smart enough to pass for human
bad dream told me I'd lose the fight
machine-abetted plenty to leave behind
loom in the corner there,
have a temper like my mass robo-luxury
and if we make drudgery redundant,
I'm too hot and I'm too greedy
how could you leave me, 3D
when I needed you, solid freeform
fabrication and printing few
I hated you, algorithms,
I loved you too
a world of abundance
smart enough to pass for human
bad dream told me I'd lose the fight
machine-abetted plenty to leave behind
loom in the corner there,
When I first met you, with dreams in your heart.
ideology springs, under blue skies and marbled things
they tangle a home in your eyes
well-observed fires came
trends made it rain
We'll never be apart.
technological progress perfumed everything
labor productivity rising, we laughed in pain
searching for a vast-like space
to catch a storm in your heart
The robots are just getting started.
they tangle a home in your eyes
well-observed fires came
trends made it rain
We'll never be apart.
technological progress perfumed everything
labor productivity rising, we laughed in pain
searching for a vast-like space
to catch a storm in your heart
The robots are just getting started.
one more article on silicon valley venture capitalists
woke up dreaming on the lawn
and held a hand full under seams
pulling out for smaller things
pulling out for smaller things
and, so slow down
oh, sure, I guess
hard lights hold tight and sleep the night, we lazy
calling fights shallow, you're bright: keep us here safely
I followed in a car through shadows we made freely, and
calling fights shallow, you're bright: keep us here safely
I followed in a car through shadows we made freely, and
lied in the sun, everyday
feeling some of the magic
you might like to wonder
*but these things, they are giving me the creeps *
we live now. read: more.
huge global network that doesn’t
need to be performed
location: futurist left end paradisepolitical spectrum, fully automated
the garden embraces to fullest extent
Ada and Van Veen, erotic automation
part of the point: anything labeled so
the tendency to automate labor, turn things
only to utopian demand, a full knowledge
with common ownership of rapid change
post-work and heavy lifting fears
not-for-profit, but a way-of-life
"cybernetic meadow, tended to by machines of loving grace."
been listening to a lot of music from the mid-00s lately, and didn't know i'd midlife so soon, an it's freeing, and she doesn't want me to call it that, as if the act would accelerate *XX*
please predict
the exact date:
the death of the screen
the exact date:
the death of the screen
we know it is unconventional, but we find that our *best* work is done by forcing a hand
into places we once feared to roam.
business
is for super
(3d)modeling
and sexual
advancement
is all systems down.
business
is for super
(3d)modeling
and sexual
advancement
is all systems down.
Monday, April 16, 2018
am Steve buschemi from GW.
literally go on socials just to annoy myself, see who is liking what bs, commentary like, boring. what, <insert name> doesn't even like <insert name>, what game are you playing at, <insert name>? Kill me.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
please describe why you are interested in the position and summarize your qualifications
hybrid, new, diffuse:
what we indulge in
Speculative Autobiographies
what we indulge in
Speculative Autobiographies
it just reads like an understatement of attire
never understood what happiness meant,
*superlative in standard*
just sounds like an oversimplification of desired.
*superlative in standard*
just sounds like an oversimplification of desired.
Friday, April 13, 2018
what does it mean to construct a real thing in a space for mining? and, full politic, I never cared about the Real Thing
Was thinking about how I hang out <mostly> with ppl who would <probably> have bullied me in middle school and high school...but, fuck, they are some of the only ppl I trust, because they <also> understand what it is like to be suspect-from-GO, are honest-of-privilege without playing saints, hold irony in their hearts <invented post-its!> and are the HYPEbeasts I need when I'm so low-in-head.
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
"happy or placated?" *sigh*
i need to research some organizational tactics across platforms and i'm, like, typing "organizational tactics" into the search field thinking: oh fuck, is this how other people would word this? but really, should i also start a bullet journal (for the digital age--haha)? i'm dying. save me, post-its! *you must be included in all aspects of my daily life--xo. sorry!*
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
The subject imposed itself
in personal dimension, a hegemonic position with banal images that form elicit empathy; product objects, become a tool, respectful of elitist, who cares? digestible. quick and unconvincing overhaul of Marxist discourse.
self-absorbed and deadpan, kmn.
self-absorbed and deadpan, kmn.
Nothing else was funny
implications of technology
art. politic. social.
cool kids staring. always staring.
subversive, or not
they mimic engagement rather than.
you guessed it, discuss.
the end of the internet as we know it.
art. politic. social.
cool kids staring. always staring.
subversive, or not
they mimic engagement rather than.
you guessed it, discuss.
the end of the internet as we know it.
•°•~provision, this title~•°•
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Medium, fuck off
High hopes & all, as soundtracks you could hear
*fuck off, our beloved & gentrified*
the least radical move, the scared mourn their privilege
Smile with a face, stiff & white
*fuck off, our beloved & gentrified*
the least radical move, the scared mourn their privilege
Smile with a face, stiff & white
should not be questions for analysis, re: our culture
the experience of feeling that other people, objects, and the world around them are not real.
the experience of feeling that their body does not seem to belong to them.
(Never)
(Always)
(Never)
(Always)
the experience of feeling that their body does not seem to belong to them.
(Never)
(Always)
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