dialogue monologue prayer song
i've been reaching out toward myself for years scribbling pages downing endless cinnamon coffee using up a rollerball micro in blank books from all over the world each scratch…
i've been reaching out toward myself for years scribbling pages downing endless cinnamon coffee using up a rollerball micro in blank books from all over the world each scratch…
when it is good the words are like a river racing through my mind ideas words sounds memories images when it is faster my regular life tasks get deprioritized…
i came in on the wings of a blackbird a sister singing lullaby then vanishing off the bridge she must've flown for a moment and flies higher now and…
this is the moment right here if you waiting for a sign i'm brining it to your attention whatever you're waiting for the limitations you imagine are self-imposed you…
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…
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…
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…
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…