poetry for the modern human soul
there is a point where humans are more like constructs ghosts refined replicants i won't say robots today a scary thought our fuel is not electricity but starbucks bleeps…
there is a point where humans are more like constructs ghosts refined replicants i won't say robots today a scary thought our fuel is not electricity but starbucks bleeps…
ai language and rules to be broken readability: very difficult to read no machine logic for language of human aspiration the electric sheep does not dream or hope for…
what is a perfect day headed for a lowlight black teslas tailgate me now driven by angry asians with plushies hanging from the rearview i can't hear them radiohead all…
we are large living language models filling our data lakes with tok and tik endless scroll was created to absorb tranquilize you into thinking you are alive but it is…
amid the job applications shitty managers and "we regret to inform you" hope is what fuels me let loss be your guide hope be your pilot and god be your…
you cannot find me in the lines of a book the melody of a song an image a page on the internet i can be found in dusty libraries around…
this is the moment i am here typing dreaming reaching for you if you allow i will slip into the dms of your ears infecting your mind with hope joy…
the flamed tree has lost its fire an image missed a word or sound is a sad substitute for the epiphanies streaming by in the river of my mind too…
it's the last one that i'm not clear on finding mindfulness helpful, calming antidepressant of the mind in a stillness listening a new mexico forest in summer pine whispering joy…