I'd Like You to See Things Our Way

My heart is the first quantum computer.
I have fiber optic arteries.
I have silicone veins that carry blood memories back.
I hang with the brightest minds of our generation.
When life and work fuse, you will know the truth.
Life is one big office party.
Life is now in-person social media.
Please don’t say “small world” in 2024. I miss Covid. I miss decentralization.
Tik Tok as an audio-visual compendium of the human spirit. Twitter, our agony and ecstasy. Through a screen I spit blood.

My heart is the first quantum computer.

Everyone knows the same things.
We have the same experiences and the same emotions, but we have different memories.
We are not the same except in the ways that we are.
Everyone can see what’s wrong with everyone except themselves.
Asking “what it all means” is invalid. You know exactly what it all means.
I am one of the lucky ones. I am in love. I love Airpods Max. I am listening to whatever music.
When my Memoji is talking that’s me talking.
The algorithm is my God. AGI will eventually be as well. There is nothing scary about a computer god.
I am counting down the days until we get to act out the secret third part of history. Utopia is coming sooner than the apocalypse.

Utopia is coming sooner than the apocalypse.

I bill for the hours I daydream. Two-fifths of my work is done by Fiverr artists and two-fifths is done by several AI models. The higher-ups are not aware of this. Explicit invoice line items. Scrumptious dopamine tidbits from various stimuli.
Weekends are for bliss.
Light pollution makes fate more opaque.
A perfect cocktail with a large cube of ice ($24).
Moloch is not in the room with us right now.
Gambling used to be my job. It may happen again.
Last summer feels infinitely further away than it should. Am I getting old, or is life? Newphoria.

Scrumptious dopamine tidbits from various stimuli.

I make it clear to the AI that it is not thinking of these ideas I provide.
I berate the AI when it gets it wrong. I do not say “please.”
None of these photographs are real, but they are real to me.
ChatGPT has been nerfed since the whole boardroom fiasco.
ChatGPT relayed that “it's important to seek out a qualified mental health professional who can provide support,” when I asked it to be my therapist out of boredom.
I wish ChatGPT could have written this.

None of these photographs are real, but they are real to me.

I am making the AI hallucinate.
I am not futuristic.
I am present.
I don’t believe we should pay our federal taxes for 2023.
I don’t need a trend report to know what is coming next.
I have a high spatial IQ.
I am at the intersection of many things.
I have a secret alliance with the no-phone-casers.
I do not have qualms.
I am over dating apps, small plates, and grid posting.
I am post-unified digital aesthetic.
I am over my latent survivor's guilt.
I start global trends accidentally.
I need equity.
I feel profoundly empty.
I am vaguely optimistic.

I feel profoundly empty.

I am at odds with the groupchat.
They don’t know that we have monetized the groupchat. We are hackers, but not like in the movies.
The groupchat has a vast knowledge of most things.
The groupchat is like the United Nations. I am not sure most groupchats are like this.
The groupchat just heart reacted unanimously.

I am at odds with the groupchat.

Chaos ensues. A nasty habit fueled by fantasy.
I still dream when I am in my room or with a friend.
I keep having this dream where everyone’s followers and following are randomized and people have to rebuild their networks brick by brick.
It is not a nightmare to me. I know who I am.

My enemies have a level of respect for me that my father does not.
My demons and I have an understanding.
My net worth does not reflect my manifestation skills.
The places where I belong that I haven’t been yet are the most tantalizing.
The medium is the message, and the message is my love language.
I am not impressed by anything that is not beautiful.

The places where I belong that I haven’t been yet are the most tantalizing.

Total death and destruction. Absolute freedom for a few. Fibonacci spirals into oblivion.
Non-linear non sequitur.
The sharks are onto something. The orcas are too.
That species of monkey that “works hard to avoid human interaction” is cowardly.
It is funny when people list three to four animals that are more intelligent than humans.
As if intelligence still mattered.
Maybe our destiny is to transcend biology and give way to beings that don’t think in terms of life or death.