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Meta-irony is the fantastical pallet in which I choose to paint my world.
I find myself following confusing paths to strange allusions.
Sentences that switch back on themselves and examine the writer for meaning,
And truly burn them during a burial at sea to sink beneath waves of witticisms and filler words
Like, it’s, okay, um, well, god; physical eye rolls careen over bodies of the learnedÂ
And silence is resented.Â
Seek visual silence and youre staring into space
I seek the stimulation of little scrolling stories and their sixty second arcs
The recaps of art I will only ever see from this side of the fence Â
Obscured by toggles and buttons. UX and UI blurring my experience and sharpening my understanding
Trapped in a cage of something else’s design, in someone else’s device
What I hold is not my own. It is not of me, it has grown attached to me.
A leech I love so dearly we share skin. A parasite I make space for.
My mind has holes where morals should be. Blasted out by years of prank videos
Of multi-channel networks, family vlogging channels, relationship advice gurus, discord moderators
I am the seed sown by excitement for lazer collections, gmod idiot box, and home made stop motion lego Star Wars parody music videos
Perverted in bad faith at the hands of a digital monster let loose by its creatorÂ
To put the potential for profitability through exploitation in the hands of the proletariat too occupied by dreams of influence to see how they are being led to the altar by the collar.
Asked to sacrifice time or spirit or soul to be left hollowed out by the house before it inevitably wins
The will is no match for the cold, mechanical force of algorithms whose nature is dictated by watch times
One sided engagement over engaged interaction
I watched too much YouTube as a kid and now I know everythingÂ
Dec 29, 2024
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(edited from an article on argo nuff)
What We Often See As The Most Cringe Content Displays Someone Leaning Way Too Far Into Either End Of Sincerity/Irony, And As Soon As You Start Paying Attention The Shit Is Everywhere; Edgelords Doing "Dark Humor" In Instagram Reels Comment Sections, Infographics About Which Grocery Store Brands Are Actually Zionist And What Gofundme's To Donate To Fight This, 3 Hour Video Essays About Socialist Themes In JRPGS And Those Who React To It By Sitting In Gamer Chair And Going "Woah, Chat" Every 5 Minutes. Both Shitposts And Calls To Action By Nature Get Equal Amount Of Space In The Attention Economy Of The Internet, Meaning Everything On The Internet Is Equally Important As It Is Worthless. And For A Lot Of Screen Dwellers That Dynamic Is Literally All They Know And It Fuuuuuuuucks You Up, Big Time.
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piece that explores our collective relationship with algorithmically driven platforms and theorizing why non-algorithmically driven platforms haven't caught on yet (PI.FYI mentioned ‼️). some of the references and moments in the writing style makes this article feel hollow and generic, but the overall conceit is engaging. also this article (and the general public alike) keep saying tumblr is dead but tumblr is very alive for me personally.
"Just kidding. There is no pure place: we crave the end because it seems cleaner on the other side. We all live,and have always lived, in the muck—even and especially after death. Download the niche app, participate in the empty-ish forum. Labor to make the experience you want. Labor to animate a human internet."
Mar 6, 2024
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i started coding in middle school. never considered job prospects or earning potential. i did it because it was fun.
it felt like magic. these days, it’s hard to find people that don't treat it like just another high-paying grind.
now i watch people vibe code their way through jobs. no care for the craft, just get it to run and move on.
feels like watching someone microwave a meal you spent hours cooking and still somehow getting gordon ramsey's approval
and yeah, it works. but they don't even know whyyyy.
as a coder, i can relate to what real artists feel seeing ai spit out “art” in seconds. no struggle, no soul, still demanding the reward.
i’m not mad that people want in. tech changed lives, including mine.
but sometimes it feels like the joy is being squeezed out of the thing i fell in love with.
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I could live better if I tried
My sink would have fewer dishes
The thought of eating would not cause my body to feel tired and weak
I dream of the taste of fresh fruit but all I can manage are fried pre packaged frozen disks of various substances
Fruit never stays
It deflates in my refrigerator
What was six apples becomes three, becomes piles of fruity flesh
Carcasses rotting like innocence in the glow of a small white bulb
Watching the life leave, confined to a cheap plastic cubicle
The spirit was never there to begin with
All I am ever allowed is dead
Brought from the store to my refrigerator like from an accident to a morgue
To stay cold
Dec 29, 2024
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My mind is made of bubbles
Synapses pop here and there
Take me in different directions
Through alleyways and down steep stairs
My emotions come and go like the mornings
receding tide
Shift like piss swift dribbling down drainage pipes and play-place slides
My words are drool upon your feet
My eyes are hung like frozen coals
Or snot that freezes and puddles
In jacket arms, on brand new clothes
The mirror is a needle but these ropes are all the same
I built my house on a rock in sands so that I can be displaced by strange rogue waves
Sometimes screaming doesn’t help
Today I can’t talk at all
Self harm gets only a couple chuckles when friends come round to call
My loves tears taste like cinnamon
I can’t swallow without spitting up
Ones once loved don’t talk to me because my medicine makes me less fun
I cry every other night over folks I chose to hang around
My room is set on fire every time I say something and don’t like how it sounds
Good grief, bang the drum all day
Dec 29, 2024