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so funny to me that every pro-AI article is like “Imagine a world where you never have to engage with anything challenging or uncomfortable. Picture never again finding fascination, curiosity, or inspiration within your soul. Imagine living in Plato’s Cave. That’s the Promise of an AI Utopia.”

GEORGE LUCAS IN 1999: a trade embargo is going to spark the galactic reckoning and collapse

ME IN 2025: ah, okay

in retrospect I think it may have been a mistake to make the work machine and the procrastination machine be the same machine

Clippy saying "it looks like your multi billion dollar snake oil empire is being threatened by a cheaper Chinese snake oil."

In 21st century America, they even had a *third* gender. Known as the "tranny", they filled a rule somewhere between a priestess and a jester, famed for their Internet jokes, sexual availability, video game speedruns, and taking on the sins of a community whenever it was bored or angry

i think she really had a point here

Nessie from Nessie Baby! in the water waving hi to a selkie and kelpie .

Thinking about dark and cozy spring days and mythical lake creatures 🌧️

Terrarium Aquarium 🌿🌱

0.000% of Communism has been built. Evil child-murdering billionaires still rule the world with a shit-eating grin. All he has managed to do is make himself *sad*. He is starting to suspect Kras Mazov *fucked him over* personally with his socio-economic theory.

SHIVERS - GO TO THE CHILDREN OF THE BIG SEA.

RHETORIC - The big sea…The Big C? That can only mean one thing - Communism.

YOU - Yes, Comrade Zephyr. I shall find them. Girl Child Revolution and Girl Child Communism!

SHIVERS - BOY CHILD FREEDOM. BOY CHILD JUSTICE.

You are a violent and irrepressible miracle. The vacuum of cosmos and the stars burning in it are afraid of you. Given enough time you would wipe us all out and replace us with nothing -- just by accident.

And above all, you let life defeat you. All the gifts your parents gave you, all the love and patience of your friends, you drowned in a neurotoxin. You let misery win. And it will keep on winning till you die -- or overcome it.

ECHO MAKER - “Capital does not believe it can fail, which is why it must fail.”

VOLITION - So young. So *unbearably* young…

HALF LIGHT - Why do you see the two of them with their backs against a bullet-pocked wall, all of a sudden?

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “In dark times, should the stars also go out?”

When life closes a door, it opens a window. And if the fall is too steep, use the fire exit. Run to the roof -- you always have that airship on the dock. The most important thing is to keep moving. Keep dreaming.

And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*. That the bourgeois are not human.

RHETORIC - You -- against the atom, the charm and the spin. Where the whole world failed -- matter failed to bend to human will; human will failed to get out of bed and tie its laces -- you alone, single-handedly, will rebuild the dreams of the working class. You are The Last Communist.

Guillermo del Toro

An old drawing of skeletons dancing, the danse macabre. Overlaying it is a poem titled "Damnatio Interfectores". At my funeral, do not tell the crying baby or fidgeting child to behave. I know what it means to be restless in Death's shadow. Vape. Cough. Check your phone. Wear ear buds. Make the dark joke. Leave early. Grab two armfuls of uneaten finger food. Many say they want their funeral to be a party, a carnival of nostalgia and vitality. I would be glad to see you celebrate my faded star falling into the sea behind the bonfires you dance around. But the labor of joy may be unbearable. Grief or resentment or fatigue may preclude you. So a sombre burial or salacious Bacchanalia, honor my passing as you see fit. All I ask, whether it's the state, cholesterol, myself, or chaotic fate. Damn the thing that killed me.

#poem #poetry #mementomori

A poem set against an antique drawing of a pterodactyl. The title is "Osteographic". The old refrain goes "When future archeologists dig up your body, they will know you were a man regardless of what you call yourself." When first discovered by a philosopher's secretary, the pterodactyl was a sea beast, he thought. They thought it was an amphibian, a bird, a bat. They read the bones the only way they knew, these learned gentlemen of science who measured skulls and said theirs were best shaped. We, the modern, now know better. We read the bones truer, measure skulls more kindly. Pterodactylus antiqus was a flying reptile. When it breathed, when it flew or swam, it was unburdened by leaded names.

#poem #poetry #paleo #trans

A soldier labeled "me" defends a child labeled "movies I like with bad reviews" from knives and grenades labeled "critics", "letterboxd" and "youtubers".

"Boymoder fit" WRONG! I am simply running errands and didn't shave! I am not in "boymode"! Goose attack!!!!!🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿

Igor-play: the dom does mad science experiments while the sub says "Yes, Master" in a grovelling lisp.

Do you think if Joe Rogan knew what a therian was he'd be like "man I am such a chimpy boy"?