In the restaurants.
I remember my first exposure to philosophical dialectics.
I think their names were Chance and Chris.
That was probably the best year I had in those restaurants.
Starting washing dishes around that time too
I am beautiful.
I am smart.
I am useful.
I am valuable.
I am not framed by others' perception of commodity.
I am more than a possession.
I am a good person.
I offer everyone I know and many I do not things they would never have without me.
No one gets to tell me who I am.
But what is memory? Is it like cache? Or storage.
The difference has to do with an inverse proportional relationship between quantity and speed.
Speed:
Cache > Memory > Storage
Quantity:
Cache < Memory < Storage
Pay teachers, pay h1b's, fund public transit, make america value not trampling each other for 5 seconds on the anthill
My pull request
Everybody makes mistakes
I had momentum. I remember what it feels like.
I can sense traces of it again.
I am beginning to believe.
I had momentum. I remember what it feels like.
I can sense traces of it again.
I am beginning to believe.
I am chasing momentum up a hill from behind a boulder made of mirrors.
Not saying I'm ahead. There is no ahead
It is maddening though.
The vascillation between the manic satisfaction at feeling finally heard, even if just a little and the despair at the actual remaining distance between my perspective and the people around me wearing my masks.
In many cases it's just too much.
I guess it's not all bad. Even if many of them are doing this ironically. It doesn't change the fact that they are wearing a part of me.
A part of how I think.
I guess that was the goal. To shape thought.
The matrix of my past words unfolds around me as I'm just walking around doing shit. Trying my best to navigate basic tasks and human interaction.
The filtered interpretations of my narratives on the internet are just bouncing around rent free in the heads of all of these people.
Very surreal
A sequence of other things played out that in retrospect I am conflicted about. If that many people are putting energy into engaging with you, you must be doing something right.
Maybe its his weird way of motivating you.
Reminds me of my friend's kids birthday I just went to.
The guy wore his shirt unbuttoned low enough to parade his chest around and he performed a dialectic with his brother on the way to pizza that was interesting.
I am a good person.
Just be nice.
You deserve to be happy
How in the world do I get less white without getting sunlight on my chest?
(I've noticed the right amount makes me feel better)
Drink water
Embrace Shuddering for a trace of what mostly upon me Binds I grasp at the ideal as its dealer baits and Blinds It hoards. Minds. Scurrying into justification It calls to nothings Mine It cannot be seen Only revealed By desire absence finds For when its hold finally loses, wanting unwinds into the unbound tethers They become the Lines
Can't remember if I posted this or not
#VSS365 #SEETHE
Hope bends seethe when what won't cope circles the perspective of two conjoined rings, and yet, without scope affording deeds a show stays a dream.
A dream is better than a nightmare, even one with screams, but be wary, the realized extreme may render only the prostrate and kings.
You deserve to be happy.
I'm serious
Silence Graces the yes For it is toward becoming The gust spaces the leaves between rays The moment is in the daze Stop driving to find the gaze of home coming Step back from the mess The self in warmth offers guidance It doesn't matter what they say You do enough
I
Drink water
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