Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: fediverse/3720 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── beep-boop look at me, building up my computer and setting up a new TV I like making things work, I like making things turn on, I like the way they glitter when they light up the room at dark it feels good to build up this new functionality it feels good to make things work and go "beep" when they turn on ... I should get a buzzer for my motherboard. Like, a really quiet one, that's just louder than the fans. looks at dwindling bank account oh right, nobody will hire me, so. I wonder if they would if I could still pass for a man? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/516 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── Before people invented walking, we used to roll around like cigarettes. Then, someone figured out how to roll like an egg, and that changed everything ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/3721 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: PSA-not-serious │ └──────────────────────┘ 1 2 3 - 1... 2... 3... - 1 2 3 means SOS, so if you hear it that means someone's in trouble. don't go about willy nilly saying it though. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/3722 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── @user-1218 playing one of my 4 gameboys, reading some of my books or journals, using their own brought devices, playing with my cat (she's not sociable but if you don't mind her claws she can fight and that's kinda fun) watching something on the TV, talking with other people, making / eating food, um... sleeping... and "sleeping"... idk what else tho. Drawing? Getting stoned? I have lots of bad edibles. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/517 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── Okay. >.< if you don't like "all things are defined in waves", then how about this. Stop thinking of reality as a fluid and start thinking of it as a collection of mutually exclusive yet "gravitic" fields. (not actual gravity, same mechanic though.) ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/518 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── African Americans have done more than enough to be considered native to America. Stop treating them as second class citizens just because you are different. They are the same as you in some respects, better in others, and worse in others. That is what it means to be similar, yet distinct. Deal with it. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/519 ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── I am currently in the stages of applying to work at a multinational corporation primarily located outside of America. It is a respectable institution that commands great respect. However, I am borderline incapable. If I am chosen to work there, I will fail and I will embarrass America on the world stage. I am not one of our best, nor am I one of our brightest and boldest. I have unique perspectives, and those are valuable, but the society and the systems I find myself in has proven incapable of utilizing me to my utmost potential. I must work. I cannot work. But I must. I am disabled. But I must be able. Capitalism compels it. Would that our system could be something consensual. I am worth more as a writer than a laborer. Yet laborers are the only ones being hired. I am not an engineer. I enjoy engineering. I am not a laborer. I enjoy labor. I am a writer, and perhaps little else besides. When I die, nothing remains of me but my bones. My words are not desired. My life is not impactful. I am not special. Well... Not special since I have given up cannabis. If I started smoking weed, if I felt secure and enough to do so, perhaps I might utilize my instability for great (GREAT) artistic ends. But art is labor. And labor is difficult. Where am I to go from here? I cannot pay rent. I am isolated and alone. I am deprived of affection. I crave it. I am lost in my own heart, begging the world to give me a start, but the start has passed long ago. There is nothing to do but what I've been meant to do, what I've been hiding from myself and the world. I have been wasting my talent on tweets. How mundane. ... I can do better than profane. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ |