Internet dictatorship is a thing. It's getting so difficult to smash something online. The cyber gulags are so sinuous. Instead of a cage or cell they stretch you out. Exercise the capture of nakedness through the lens. I'm sure they have files of nude images on all of us. At any moment they can crack open Photoshop and turn us into any Frankenstein monster they can insidiously think of. With Ai a dirty movie is a click away.. I might beat them to the punch and make one out of my own image. One absurdly decadent foray into erotic vacuity. My Ai harem will be extensively large and I'm sure none of us will remember the password. We will show leg and do jumping jacks for an hour and then fall over digitally sweating out of our absent pores the uselessness of our action. Are the electrons in alternating current or direct current more stimulating? I partake in both. Here I am in the writing dojo with huge demons, a cat, Belle, and a Saint, I am about to crack open a breakfast beer, non alcohol of course. It's Saturday, a work day, so why not. To bedazzle or not to bedazzle where did the question in my hat go? For lunch I'm having Italian.
Art school trust fund horror, investment or psychiatric novelty, Venus or Adonis searching for Trotskie's manifesto in between the mattress of a Motel 6. That fucking jerk, he transcribed it into Swahili. Worst movie idea? I don't know? I will have to get her opinion. Gelatinous conflict is my hypothesis. I read and collect books. An autograph on a computer screen is only good for forgery.
No comments:
Post a Comment