Nothing is true. Writing, words, poetry, AI, all false. False positives. False negatives. Sexual chemistry with members of both sexes. Fuck. What’s the way forward? Alone. Partnered with a married woman? Yeah, that’s not going well.
Normally, I’m happy and fine right here in my own little bubble. Today, with not a penny in my bank account, my Gmail and YouTube channels have been frozen by the angry robots of Google. New warning: get off Google. Use anything else.
Email: self-hosted. Search: Duck Duck Go. Browser: Safari. Cloud: Dropbox.
Get off Google, Amazon, and Apple. Don’t you know, they are the founders of GAA, the evil AI monopoly that wrecks the Earth in about 19.2 months. They are causing the arms race. The war for oil. The collapse of foreign diplomacy, including the United States of America. Now, we’re fighting in the Straits of Hormuz. For what? For a mad dictator, trying to cozy up to the most despicable humans on the planet: the billionaires.
What is it all for? Why do we love? Attempt to love? Why, in my case, do I pick unavailable women? Let’s say an alcoholic. Yes, not a good choice for me. This time a married woman. No. What made me think I could thread the eye of that tornado of pain. I can’t. I won’t. I’m in the middle of it right now. I’m getting out...
Fuck.
But, have you seen her?
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