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Lots of FUD in the space currently, but this image should alleviate any concerns about the future. Our future. A future in which we live in harmony with right-click savers, purchasing the same fuckable generative NFTs from a television shopping network. 🥲
helpful links to consume meaningless content pouring from my carrion corpse bleeding out in the highway median outside of an abandoned Dave & Busters:
Books: https://t.co/WjrM3e7owM
FND: https://t.co/i3qlMyXdEx
KO: https://t.co/WEnSdjAPQz
OBJKT: https://t.co/AuLy2uj7c2
GM. scratch at your dried scalp. to satisfy an itch that doesn’t exist. so that dandruff and creative output. become one. and fall with blood onto a shirt already ripe with your decay. fill your fingernails with the mundane stories of others. create nothing. consume everything.
GN. remember dying is impossible when you neglect consciousness. unable to discern entry from exit. wading limply into an afterlife that doesn’t exist. in a human adjacent state. create nothing. consume everything.
GM. remember, your existence is merely an accumulation of mundane transactions. a race for an unreciprocated orgasm that will never happen. destroy your creations until they’re ingestible tar and slam into veins. breath into lungs. die with the most likes.
GN, please remember to use empty adoration as adhesive to keep bone and flesh together and propel you through another forgettable day.
Live look at me today. Physically dying but emotionally flying.