E sharp, 4/4 time, third beat, a #single dotted crotchet. They think he's just warming up. After an hour, enough's enough! People turn nasty. Someone hurls a brick. It explodes against a shield of nothing. The air trembles and they back away.
One note.
Forever and ever and ever... #vss365
The #brine of your tears tastes of tinned sardines and tuna fish. Sometimes, when I shake the vial, I see creatures swim in the salt water. I would empty it in to the sea and let those moments drift away in the current. But I can't let you go. Even the bad times are precious to me.
#vss365
Textures turn inside out when she smiles. Pixels confuse themselves, turning blue, green, lilac.
It's just a #glitch but the colours remain after he restarts, spill out IRL.
Oh it's a glitch, she says as she crawls from the screen. But then again, isn't everything?
#vss365
I'm trying to use a 4K TV as a monitor and I was getting frustrated with the fonts looking all nasty - until I realised I had the sharpness turned all the way up on the TV for some reason. Now it looks how it's supposed to.
There. Let no one say I don't lead an exciting life.
It's so difficult to be social online without Meta.
Everything generic now belongs to AI. Text, image, video - it's all been claimed by the machine.
So be weird, people. Be weird. That's the bit that makes art human.
#creativity #writing
Everything I read tends to add another five books to my pile.
Infinite context, baby.
Using #AI to generate detailed prompts for other #AI to make video/images/music is the new slop.
Connect with people, FFS. Everything else is worthless.
She tears pages from the book and soaks them until the ink #dissolves. When the water has boiled away, the words that remain are thick like syrup. There are fresh needles on the bookshelf. She fills one with the smoky liquid, taps the glass twice and finds a vein.
#vss365
Hear me out: 'Compassionate Pessimism'.
Everything gets worse from here on out; enjoy today's shit while you still can.
#ArmchairPhilosophy
Francis Bacon's 'Pope Innocent X' is already one of my favourite paintings. Now I love it even more.
#art #politics
We were joined at the hip when you loved me. Inseparable, I thought. I loved knowing your body was mine, that every part of you was also a part of me. Intertwined like knotweed.
'It's not you. It's me,' you confessed as they wheeled us into theatre. I still have the #scar.
#vss365
Most creative acts are low value in terms of raw materials. Paint is cheap as canvas. The printed word is a copy-n-paste away from replication.
It's the fact that a human being made it that makes it worth something.
#creativity #ai #writing #value https://cdn.nostrcheck.me/570567b4698910c624f96cddba71dd244e746a8d582ca1359c4fcf3fb26f354e/37b23fd5d88cc6b0dd84d8f5204d1ac01133132d75d8919dec2bbfa81c4dba32.webp
I made a mistake. But I'm back for good, this time. I have stitched my lips to yours. My heart is #sutured to your veins. My fingers interlaced with yours, the skin bound at the interdigital fold. I will never leave you again, as long as I draw breath from your lungs. I promise. Forever.
#VSS365