gm nostr, i wrote a new poem today!

3,000 sats to the best interpretation 😂

Title: THERE IS SO MUCH INFORMATION

“My subconscious picks up pixel arrangements like the migrant labor lifts red leaves into their perfect trash bags, my brain being the bag, my leaves are all torn up. They seep out in a pulp when I sleep, and I wake up screaming Fuck! These leaves of mine, these cursed pixels, these sigils which ineluctably attract themselves to me, while scrolling, or just swiping, or just looking. For He is always watching, He who records everything, to be whelved away and kept safe for all to see in this life or the next.”