Sleepy time.
I have my sanctuary here
My journals
Of disembodied heads
and calculus, &
esoteric scratch
I'm lost and found,
Alive and dead
I recoil at the advances of ai,. But art
Has always been commodified,
***** used,
So I no longer worry
There's no algorithm for my musings.
The moon dust will guide me. And my blistered soles will lead me down storied paths of which many fell, weary and jaded. But if it hurts, lean into it. & Let it do its worst. __
It can't get any worse ;)
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
Sleepy time.
I have my sanctuary here
My journals
Of disembodied heads
and calculus, &
esoteric scratch
I'm lost and found,
Alive and dead
I recoil at the advances of ai,. But art
Has always been commodified,
***** used,
So I no longer worry
There's no algorithm for my musings.
The moon dust will guide me. And my blistered soles will lead me down storied paths of which many fell, weary and jaded. But if it hurts, lean into it. & Let it do its worst. __
It can't get any worse ;)
