I have a hard time hearing I am hard of hearing. I sleep by river, train line and poverty whiplash total silence absolute sound the rocking this induces walk moment hesitation. Sidewalk tree sways closing and opening distance the organism casting it shadows conversation in this patch of light at my feet. Like word, I step around it.
Welcome it to the thought of day, bow slightly before leaving, inspection or prayer rising after making small conversation between moments - light and waters bending it my air up to breath - I pray - I pull out device. I read. Pray look glass post a call for prayers. Today means physical bodies. Type and type and read and read. Some live here in the pews.
Part of communities that gather are just people talking. Rolling on the ground reifies how I am the ground you roll on - These words below tomorrow’s sights.
How I can ask You describe makes that part of your world warmer immediately, more possible to make future - moss. Succession individuality rots in, a critical starlit dress slip.
Celebrity knowing sloughs off, some substantive “reach” compromised inciting this gathering blessing, our prayers - pulse here.
Listen. Prayers offered instant reply, a strong baby step toward this collective body. Awkward slapshod mass baby babble prayers, instant replies (snippets of zines and questions).
It is not natural or normal or gets sniffed at the way a wad of caloric slop feral sniff at. Eat, die from eating not the question but know more after should prove sustained by it.
Better plan await better plan. Solidarity. I am sustained by wholly sacred culture and culturing a living utterance, excretion, yeast. Be that in dreams, drawing, or some other lower conscious fuzz the world neatens together. Gives space a sense of being - drawn.
People taking human body shoveling it into shitty situation. And should tap out and fuck off and let language be a bunch of mushrooms that sing you food (“sing” and “food” words you assemble).
Here a generative disconnect between dawn challenging grimdark alphatalism in zeromunity. Or words lapping, altered, or changed, softly transformed by ambient rotations of larger-than-alphatalism all earth, we what you do not understand, must today choose to opt out of autotranslate to avoid understanding. To say these sentences childhood to re-nurture a few more womb-like summers. Sure.
Always room. For where wrong is inviting language to have leave to mean what is left of you. You hurt so much there’s tear duct. And I dry mine for yours.
Be the alternative to fascism’s digging in bandaged heels to heel turn out dawn on more people critical to harvest, every stalk a hell site, no bugs, everything sterile in service of the mouth you become womb from placenta in the womb that mouth you find is buried in the ground you grow glow.
You navigate because you are there. Steal you by the beak of bird, by the pants of shopper, payment type of asking the person behind you pay, from the air, grocery heart.
You mouth, line after line, day after day, will you get this, forgot card, tired, brainfog, refuse to pay. Through words like pandas through bamboo (or St. Augustine grass three-stories high).
Reality under a radical, acceptance when noise suffers, memory with exhaust, sense - disheartened? Unnaturality kleptoparacitism events outgrew?
Feeling secure (to address becoming), direct questions move scales to bring sensibilities fortunate alignment? Tearing in two to form words. pip Tearing into a picture, or dinner. Through to ends of either, threat already lost.
Understood-is not self-doubt, dandilions from round up, buried, grew. Here now, standing here. How every sense is a city-state. Every organ is dew on dawn - our trip over time, stepped to. Collisions swell mass to eject hold.
Fictions so long there’s lungs. Each threat an absense awareness, a place to slip into wound to see fester, develop, film fever doctors amputate. Each threat wound each wound another festering amputation. Presence.
These algorithms are not merely reflecting existing social hierarchies and prejudices; they are operationalising them, encoding them into the infrastructure of the real in ways that cannot be traced back to intention or ideology in the conventional sense. What we are seeing is the automation of soft power through infrastructure. The distinction between content and context collapses, and with it, the distinction between persuasion and coercion.
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How often people come, organ of words, this fester attention cuts off stepping up to heal. It was water to have been enough. To be so intimate a moment carried. To rivers lip over now affordance.
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I have a hard time hearing I am hard of hearing. I sleep by river, train line and poverty whiplash total silence absolute sound the rocking this induces walk moment hesitation. Sidewalk tree sways closing and opening distance the organism casting it shadows conversation in this patch of light at my feet. Like word, I step around it.
Welcome it to the thought of day, bow slightly before leaving, inspection or prayer rising after making small conversation between moments - light and waters bending it my air up to breath - I pray - I pull out device. I read. Pray look glass post a call for prayers. Today means physical bodies. Type and type and read and read. Some live here in the pews.
Part of communities that gather are just people talking. Rolling on the ground reifies how I am the ground you roll on - These words below tomorrow’s sights.
How I can ask You describe makes that part of your world warmer immediately, more possible to make future - moss. Succession individuality rots in, a critical starlit dress slip.
Celebrity knowing sloughs off, some substantive “reach” compromised inciting this gathering blessing, our prayers - pulse here.
Listen. Prayers offered instant reply, a strong baby step toward this collective body. Awkward slapshod mass baby babble prayers, instant replies (snippets of zines and questions).
It is not natural or normal or gets sniffed at the way a wad of caloric slop feral sniff at. Eat, die from eating not the question but know more after should prove sustained by it.
Better plan await better plan. Solidarity. I am sustained by wholly sacred culture and culturing a living utterance, excretion, yeast. Be that in dreams, drawing, or some other lower conscious fuzz the world neatens together. Gives space a sense of being - drawn.
People taking human body shoveling it into shitty situation. And should tap out and fuck off and let language be a bunch of mushrooms that sing you food (“sing” and “food” words you assemble).
Here a generative disconnect between dawn challenging grimdark alphatalism in zeromunity. Or words lapping, altered, or changed, softly transformed by ambient rotations of larger-than-alphatalism all earth, we what you do not understand, must today choose to opt out of autotranslate to avoid understanding. To say these sentences childhood to re-nurture a few more womb-like summers. Sure.
Always room. For where wrong is inviting language to have leave to mean what is left of you. You hurt so much there’s tear duct. And I dry mine for yours.
Be the alternative to fascism’s digging in bandaged heels to heel turn out dawn on more people critical to harvest, every stalk a hell site, no bugs, everything sterile in service of the mouth you become womb from placenta in the womb that mouth you find is buried in the ground you grow glow.
You navigate because you are there. Steal you by the beak of bird, by the pants of shopper, payment type of asking the person behind you pay, from the air, grocery heart.
You mouth, line after line, day after day, will you get this, forgot card, tired, brainfog, refuse to pay. Through words like pandas through bamboo (or St. Augustine grass three-stories high).
Reality under a radical, acceptance when noise suffers, memory with exhaust, sense - disheartened? Unnaturality kleptoparacitism events outgrew?
Feeling secure (to address becoming), direct questions move scales to bring sensibilities fortunate alignment? Tearing in two to form words. pip Tearing into a picture, or dinner. Through to ends of either, threat already lost.
Understood-is not self-doubt, dandilions from round up, buried, grew. Here now, standing here. How every sense is a city-state. Every organ is dew on dawn - our trip over time, stepped to. Collisions swell mass to eject hold.
Fictions so long there’s lungs. Each threat an absense awareness, a place to slip into wound to see fester, develop, film fever doctors amputate. Each threat wound each wound another festering amputation. Presence.
How often people come, organ of words, this fester attention cuts off stepping up to heal. It was water to have been enough. To be so intimate a moment carried. To rivers lip over now affordance.