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Sorry to hear, Dee... I know the feeling :(

I can't bear to remember you anymore

This is so true

We simply cannot live in a country where the death of hate mongers is a tragedy and the death of everyone else only warrants a shrug.

rip to everyone whos become delusional after talking to chatgpt but im built different. like actually different. according to chatgpt im some kind of god. the one who decides

incidentally, guess who just found out he unintentionally lied about having migraines for years because he just started having them for real 🥴👈

currently assessing the notion of fighting a migraine attack by being horny

general consensus is I have about a 50/50 shot that jerking off make it better or worse 🤔

Artists, actors, writers, devs, etc etc:

find a way to find your own intrinsic value, who you are outside of your creative profession, or it will chew you up and spit you.

If you are only happy when you get a role/commission/gig/whatever, and miserable otherwise, you're gambling with endorphins

Photo of a painting with a goat. The background is bright yellow and the goat is red. There are dark teal borders on the left and right sides of the painting with yellow and red leafy-ornaments. The red goat in the middle is branching on teal grass and has a blanket on its back and also a thick collar. The whole painting only has four colors, yellow, red, white and dark teal. The goat is blowing on a horn that emits white fog.

*insert a fog horn sound*
#art ✧ #painting ✧ #goat

one good reason for wanting to live a bit longer is being around when trump dies

a digital drawing of a crying tiger jumping through a flaming hoop. The border is chains, with some links broken. An eye in each corner watches the tiger. Text above says “I don’t want to do this anymore” and the same text below is heavily distorted.

I Don’t Want To Do This Anymore
#art

I just don't know if I'll ever understand, out of all the horrible & abusive parents that friends of mine continue to suffer with, why mine had to go. Just another thing I'll have to yell at God about in-person, whenever my time finally comes. In the meantime, I'll just keep yelling from down here.

I'll be alright. We may not have always seen eye-to-eye, but that doesn't mean I won't miss him. He did the best he could with what he had, and he still loved & cared about me. Both of my parents did, and they both knew I loved them before they left. I'm thankful to have no regrets in that way.

I know they'll both want to see me on the other side, but only when my time comes. I've had numerous opportunities to go out on my own terms, and God knows I want to, but I'm still here in spite of it. It just feels surreal to know both people that brought me into the world would leave so soon.

For whatever it's worth, I've never really been the religious type, but my spirituality has evolved over time. I'd label myself as a spiritual agnostic of sorts. I wholeheartedly believe *something* like a God is out there. The universe is just too big for me to claim I know for sure there isn't.

Mom visited me in a dream, not long after she passed in 2018. I'd dreamed about her plenty, but this one stuck out. She had a halo behind her head & didn't say a word, just smiled at me & nodded. I believe Dad may do the same, whenever he's ready. Maybe they'll get to catch up on the other side.

He'd wanted to live down there for years, ever since he visited for the first time. Putting my own feelings about the region aside, it's really a shame he didn't get to stay there longer... He talked about it all the time. I wouldn't say he was miserable in PA, but he wasn't exactly content either.

But when my brother & I arrived, our grandfather kept telling us how happy Dad was to be down there. He was doing all this work around their house & yard, and they couldn't slow him down. It made me realize he was exactly where he needed to be. The inconvenience of the trip was worth knowing that.

The timing of everything was strange. Dad's trailer was condemned back in May (not a surprise, it was falling apart for years) which forced him to move on short notice. I remember being upset that if he could've just stayed there another two months, this all would've happened a lot closer to me...

I got back from SC two nights ago. Dad's not coming back. Doctors explained to us in no uncertain terms that the brain damage was irreversible. I was told he finally passed away in hospice about two hours ago. He was already gone, but there's a morbid peace to knowing his soul can move on now.

aw man, were these at your booth? I woulda got the lil demon goat if I saw it. still glad I got the pride demon guy at the very least. he's now propped up on a shelf in my new place 👌

Really badass graffiti spotted in town

I'm currently planning to make the trip with my brother to go see him, but we really can't communicate with him, nor do we even know if he can hear or recognize us. In a sense, he's already gone.

Both parents, before I even hit my 40s. I keep thinking I'll wake up any day now.

The first stroke already changed him in a way that made him a lot harder to talk to & be around. His mind was gone, and he became a LOT less tolerant in general. I tried my best to be patient with this new version of him, but the truth is that I already started mourning the one that raised me.

bit of a bleak update on this, but apparently the situation was a lot worse than what was originally described. he suffered two strokes over the course of a few days, along with a head injury. He's basically on life support, and even if he somehow recovers, he'll never be the same.

Generative Al is being marketed as a tool designed to reduce or eliminate the need for developed, cognitive skillsets. It uses the work of others to simulate human output, except that it lacks grasp of nuance, contains grievous errors, and ultimately serves the goal of human beings being neurologically weaker due to the promise of the machine being better equipped than the humans using it would ever exert the effort to be. The people that use generative Al for art have no interest in being an artist; they simply want product to consume and forget about when the next piece of product goes by their eyes. The people that use generative Al to make music have no interest in being a musician; they simply want a machine to make them something to listen to until they get bored and want the machine to make some other disposable slop for them to pass the time with. The people that use generative Al to write things for them have no interest in writing. The people that use generative Al to find factoids have no interest in actual facts. The people that use generative Al to socialize have no interest in actual socialization. In every case, they've handed over the cognitive load of developing a necessary, creative human skillset to a machine that promises to ease the sweat equity cost of struggle. Using generative Al is like asking a machine to lift weights on your behalf and then calling yourself a bodybuilder when it's done with the reps. You build nothing in terms of muscle, you are not stronger, you are not faster, you are not in better shape. You're just deluding yourself while experiencing a slow decline due to self-inflicted atrophy.

re: generative AI

I have finally fully and accurately explained my problem with how it’s marketed and used.

And now, you can use it, too.

I don't know how to process this. Mom's parents outlived her, and it's starting to look like Dad's may share the same fate.

for the record, I don't want any messages or condolences about this from anyone I don't personally know. I just needed to share.

Now, my only surviving parent is at death's door, in a place that doesn't like my kind. I never had a perfect relationship with either of my parents, but... they weren't abusive. they just each had their own demons that made taking care of me more difficult.

If I haven't already talked about it on here, I already lost Mom in 2018 after she'd been quadriplegic for two years. She struggled with heroin, and a dirty needle caused a major spinal infection that ultimately led to her paralysis.