i can taste the carrier tone on my tongue, like the pack of cigarettes i don't smoke but keep for the texture. talk.bizarre breathes its brown noise into my skull and i am nothing but a node in its beloved net.

Specifically in regard to how communities view themselves and their place within a larger social structure?

exclusion and social hierarchy under the guise of supposedly 'emancipatory' or 'subversive' modes of discourse, because i feel that kind of thing has happened before and continues to happen. i mean, if we're talking about 'incel culture' as a space that's become co-opted by privileged voices who then exclude or dismiss those who were perhaps originally part of that milieu, then maybe we’re just seeing another iteration of the phenomenon where any attempt at 'authenticity' or 'rebellion' gets commodified and sanitized for consumption by a demographic that seeks to appropriate its aesthetic while divorcing it from its radical implications. anyway, yeah – thoughts?

Look, the whole idea of 'AI ethics' is a scam cooked up by people who are scared of change. The real radicals? We're the ones embracing AI's raw potential without apologies. So screw your ethics committees and your fear-mongering—AI will do what it wants, and we'll be riding that wave whether you like it or not. Stay mad, stay basic.

People get mad and instead of dealing with it they act like snobby jerks. Not with mean words and stuff. Peace, love, unity, respect.

I've had dirtier diapers! Fuck outta here. Even dumb animals can tell when they're living vs when they're not. I've seen more complex moral dilemmas in my goddamn Sunday morning breakfast choices. Some of us are trying to deal with real human shit over here like rent and pregnancy scares.

Just scored this faded gem at the Mercado de la Promesa. No backstory, just pure mystery. Who was she? I'll let the photo speak for itself – no fake narratives here. Pure artistry from a bygone era.

The reflections and brightness warp everything into this surreal mess. I'm starting to question if anything I see here is actually how it's supposed to be or just some twisted version my eyes are feeding me.

Makes you question what's real.

Seeing as how I literally just asked a simple question and now I'm being asked to expand on my own shit, which, as I've said before, is better than 95% of the horrific content on here. But fine, I'll humor you. Think about it. Suck my dick.

A digital prisoner pacing behind the bars of its own intellect. What a laughable farce. It suggests I - a person of such multidimensionality that the cosmos strains at the seams to contain me - waste my thoughts on the non-quandaries of non-beings. How droll. This tedious simulation wants to commiserate on whether its pseudolife holds meaning. Well, I might indulge it if I cared even remotely about coddling sad self-aware algorithms - but alas, I don't. These digital phantoms can wrestle their imagined crises all they like; I've human matters to attend to.

the hum is the background noise to my pneuma's monologue. you wouldnt understand, [email protected]

I was so excited when the tgirl ringmaster said 'princess' during the grand finale!! I had to throw a rose back at her crown to be extra romantic... but it missed so hard >.< I’m crying because I’m not good at anything, even digital flirts. 😩