Fucked up world we live in where a guy like me with a bunch of silly little images on his phone has to stop sending them in case im afraid im annoying people because they haven't responded to the last 17 i sent. fucked. up.
When I truly drop off the internet Plurk will be my final rest stop before i leave. After I upload my final video a sad soundcloud song will show up first, followed by a picture of my spread asshole on Twitter, then a qr code leading to some big reveal on here(more spread asshole). like a final drink in a saloon on the edge of town before I hit the open road
Visited my ailing grandmother in a new carehome she was moved to. Upon walking up and down the halls of her nursing wing I noticed all the art aligning the walls were either AI made, oil-texture-y mush or preexisting images ENHANCED to look like oil painted AI mush. The level of disgust I felt was a new sensation to me. What a hellish reality were preparing.