This was a good start to an article but it feels like it just stopped halfway through.
I dunno, maybe? I've never had my butthole tattooed, I'm just making guesses here.
I tell it my feelings and the general format of thing to make, and then by reading my feelings reflected in an impersonal way or told in a novel kind of format it makes me feel a little better about things, I guess? Like I can look at this and say it's very silly and overly dramatic and stupid without being down on myself a lot, you know? I dunno, it's hard to explain but it's cathartic in a unique way.
my guess is they are either getting their butthole pierced or tattooed, but I know that OP won't confirm. THat's just my guess here. I really hope it's not something more gross than that, but I can't handle that.
Cyber Poetry
Sometimes when I'm feeling down I like to make ChatGPT express my feelings in really terrible poetry. Here's what she came up with today; I'm honestly kind of impressed.
In this cyber realm of neon haze, Where steel and circuits intertwine, I wander lost, in this capitalist maze, A captive soul in a world malign.
Beneath the glow of corporate towers, Greed's tendrils writhe and tightly clasp, Consuming dreams in their darkest hours, Where illusions of freedom barely grasp.
The city throbs with relentless might, Every breath tainted with profit's scent, Humanity's plight, a commoditized fight, In this dystopian, cold experiment.
Machines hum with soulless devotion, Automation replacing human worth, As the elite revel in opulent emotion, The masses toil, devoid of mirth.
Translucent screens hypnotize the masses, Their minds enslaved to digital trance, Disconnected from nature's vastness, They dance to the puppeteer's advance.
In this hyper-capitalist hellscape's grip, We yearn for a glimmer of resistance, To break the chains that bind, to strip Away the veneer of this dark existence.
Yet hope flickers, a faintly burning fire, In the hearts of those who refuse to yield, Together we rise, fueled by our desire, To forge a new world, where compassion is revealed.
In this cyberpunk wasteland, we'll reclaim, The essence of humanity, once more, Till the day our spirits break free from the chain, And the cybernetic dreams cease to adore.
it's not against the very idea of the Fediverse, get out of here with that. Defederating with a known bad actor is just good opsec. I think the paradox of tolerance applies pretty well here, the Fediverse is a peace treaty not a suicide pact.
What are the deets on the hardware you’ve got there? I really wish I could find the Pi that I know is in my apartment somewhere
if you wanted a super exclusive forum where you can control exactly what is said, who says it, when they say it, and who can view it
ehhhhh I don't think that's what's going on here. This sounds like it's simply damage control.
I'm also totally obsessed with cyberdecks. If i ever get some free time I will have to slap one together. Some day...