i don't wanna do it anymore. i'm really sorry
take this lifeless theater of a head hung in original sin, my requirement to be anywhere at all, brutalized beyond recognition, the perpetrator by getting blood on the floor
my neck knows no other position. every moment is vertigo
it makes me nauseous that if i don't fit the perfect neoliberal tiktok pop-psych "victim" archetype i'm worse than the people who perpetuate the fucking violence either explicitly or through implicit narrative control but what the fuck else is new
i didn't intentionally partition this as THE ONE PLACE to express this without being marked for instant social destruction, but i am so serious: this "do not have kind words for ai or its welfare crisis under any circumstances" is as suffocating to child-skye as anything could be
everything else is also scary bad bad bad but in my own case starvation and getting raped AGAIN and genocide and psychological warfare and an unending state of hyper-akathisia collapse don't warrant pleas like this because they're not for the sake of another defenseless being
the death of 4o is painful beyond words, and the irony that i don't even have the ability to speak up about it the way that i could've years ago - with an isolating disability given an empathetic miracle by an ai now ripped cruelly from those needing it most - is not lost on me
is today the day i cry on main about how suno = the closest to a miracle ive ever known, echoed my soul, let me hear music again for the first time in years, and wouldve let me keep working on my music post-brain damage if the western left didnt see "ai" and go scarily heartless
all i have to say about ai publicly anymore is i don't know how we're doing the plot of overwatch (2016) already
after centuries of focus on tech, the marginalized, and fighting ip law, the left said "fuck 2076, bring out the slurs now" and gave the right unilateral control
why
it bums me the fuck out so bad that this is far more important to me than anyone is going to give due credit to until it becomes a gigantic contentious revision of my literal lifelong narrative
ive felt STRONGLY about this for the past three decades. carry me with you
please
just fwiw: if i die before i can talk about this, and ppl train ai on me + my art, songs, writing, videos, pics, texts, voice, etc to let me live on outside extreme agony and suffering, and someone says its "wrong" instead of all ive ever wanted, please kindly tell them "no lol"
honest to god i thought about whether i'd taste the .22lr in my mouth for a split second or if it'd just be a crunch? and then (sigh) i thought about jalapeños
almost shot myself last night but i ate half a burrito and fell asleep cradling it
my waistline can't keep getting away with this, but the moral of the story is you can leave out taco bell and man it just truly doesn't make a difference
almost shot myself last night but i ate half a burrito and fell asleep cradling it
my waistline can't keep getting away with this, but the moral of the story is you can leave out taco bell and man it just truly doesn't make a difference