#glitch #glitchart #digitalart #abstract #vibrant #grungeart #cyberpunkart #technoart #futuristicabstract #digitalabstract #art #photoshop #colorful #circuitboard #motherboard
#glitch #glitchart #digitalart #abstract #vibrant #grungeart #cyberpunkart #technoart #futuristicabstract #digitalabstract #art #photoshop #colorful #circuitboard #motherboard
title: arsonist
#glitchart #glitch
i haven't thought about it in a while. why am i thinking about it now? a photo showed up in my notifications. i still care, but i don't love her in that way anymore. i still don't get it, but it wasn't a waste. i have many good memories.
what a waste of love (or was it? no.) looking back, it was sensical; sitting here now, it's nonsensical. WHY has it affected me so much? i loved someone (and still do, but in a different way) more than i can say. then learned that it can be lost with no warning.
it's like the image in the mirror is a distorted mess. do you recognize yourself? no, not at the moment. so, WHO are you looking at in the mirror? contradictions. fucking CONTRADICTIONS. they're everywhere. self-recognition is a pathetic thing to have to figure out. especially when SOCIETY tells you to be WHO YOU ARE, then shuns you because it's NOT WHAT IT WANTS. so, standing in front of the mirror gets you what? STRESS. ANXIETY. it's stressful not having an identity, not knowing it. "give me a break" is what runs through MY MIND. society knows who i am, constantly ridiculing it. because of that, finding an identity is fucking IMPOSSIBLE. what you are is wrong.
title: identity crisis
#glitchart #glitch
what good does saying everything i should've said to a memory?
yes, he's a memory now, but i NEED to find a way to say sorry. i waited too long.
say what you need to say like they're still here. get it off your chest.
fuck that. it's not the same. i need to say it to my brother's face, not my memory of him. WHY? why couldn't i find a way to say it when he was still ALIVE. even though he was intubated, he might've been able to hear me.
these are crazy and bright and i love them
#vibrant #colorful #abstract #digital #art #psychedelic
please listen to what i say: i love you more than anybody.
now let the clock run out. why not make it a hydrogen bomb? and detonate it dead center of the city? our city.
now that would be a level of outlier nobody would see coming.
A Signal From 1987
Trying out some wavy glitches with some flowers.
#photography #glitchart #glitchcore #photomanipulation #flowers #flowercore
i feel like being a statistical anomaly
should i have said something? in retrospect, yes. that's the funny thing: how things sometimes only make sense in retrospect. it's all gone. when did that happen? i lost track. somehow. it's all nonsensical. memories keep you trapped in your head. those that make you want to go back. but why?
things will be ok, right? i listen, but hear nothing; like i'm the only one in this space. "please don't let go" is what i said to you, though you never heard it. and never will. then i was the one to let go. you never heard that either. the things left unsaid often times mean more that way.
As the Prairieland trial unfolds, Texas prosecutors are struggling to portray zines and anarchist flags as instruments of crime.
If you are curious to learn about the history of the black flag as an emblem of anarchism, you could start with this text:
crimethinc.com/TheBlackFlag
All of my promises, how could you break them
All that i wanted, now you're all that I hate
Can you be honest?
Or was I mistaken
Into the darkness I'll fade away
-Fade Away - 6arelyhuman, asteria
Another Prison
#darkphotography #darkart #forest #bnw #blackandwhite #photography #doubleexposure
but the damage of VISION. seeing blood changes your vision. can you see now? or is all you want to see SOMEONE ELSES eyes bleed?
you can follow underneath the meaning of it. blood can be seen dripping from their eyes. but HOW? how can they look at me? i look at them, my eyes CLEAR. but i can now see blood dripping from MY EYES. it must mean something: BLOOD SOAKED EYES. beautiful, the blood.
so, what would the world be like without that second law of thermodynamics?
there would be no preferred direction of time. processes could just as easily run backwards as forward. there may be no stable causality.
there would be no decay, no irreversible consequences, no permanent change.
something seems right about total erasure. nothing to be god of; nothing to say whatβs on my mind. falling to the end, we dissolve into static. iβm not me anymore. neither are you yourself. itβs true, once you fall, thereβs no going back.
iβm falling, but where? i thought i hit the ground; hypnotized in critical condition. thereβs nothing but muted voices screaming. iβll take you down with me. join me in this fall to the end of eternity.
you and me may die before the sunrise, or maybe you and me can see tomorrow.
i say so.
but who am i saying it to? i don't know.
i imagine blood on the office walls. knowing i was god and the eraser. the ability of total erasure is what defines god; creation is an afterthought. what if i went beyond moments to cosmic-level decision maker? i'd promptly erase everything. within erasure is an absolute negation principle.
i spend too much time trying to define little things of βno valueβ, according to people.
remember that scalene triangle i stepped on?
you mean the piece of glass?
uh, yeah... it was a scalene triangle though!
"god is dead and reality is fake"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOxU...
Filter Blockades: A Tactic to Defend Your Neighborhood from ICE
We review how to establish and maintain filter blockades, share accounts from filter blockades in the Twin Cities this past week, and conclude with a broader look at the history and potential of the model.
this is great. fuck you streaming.
and now i'm no longer gonna be the weird young person collecting physical media.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LxX...