u are so terrified of being cringe that u are living a muted version of ur own life even though one day ur rotting flesh will be feasted upon by worms just like everyone else’s. u are a sack of meat that has put itself in prison just so that other sacks of meat won’t laugh at u
people who have been using the em dash long before ai know that it’s the jazz riff of punctuation, the tightrope between intuition and impulse, the trapdoor for digressions—it’s the writing fidget spinner for centrifugal thinkers
listen to me. i do not want the help of AI in anything i do. my mind is beautiful and clear. a glistening lake. if i receive another notification on my computer from a service or software asking if i want AI assistance im going to end up on the news. DO NOT POISON MY LAKE
rich kids being able to do art for a living may be a reflection of their privilege but it seems to me like a reflection of the fact that a human that doesn't have to worry about money will often choose art. everyone is an artist until rent is due. i wish we all had that right :)