

Anyone who doubles down this hard to defend AI art theft machines fucking hates human artists, who are a branch of intellectuals. Nazis are known to openly hate, abuse the rights of and mistreat intellectuals. Fuck kava.
Anyone who doubles down this hard to defend AI art theft machines fucking hates human artists, who are a branch of intellectuals. Nazis are known to openly hate, abuse the rights of and mistreat intellectuals. Fuck kava.
You just need to wear something bright–doesn’t have to happy bright though, could be like a bright green skull on your shirt or something, bright coloured shoes with black attire. Own that spooky vibe. Lean into it. Be proud of it. You’re not soulless, just a spooky ghoul and spooky ghouls are great.
Okay, will do. Thanks for the advice! :)
I posted this and then ran away (or rather, rolled over and played dead possum), but I’m back and not dead yay. I actually had not even thought about this. Thank you. I know one family friend of my mom’s. They’re someone I could maybe talk to, it’s just that I’m so severely anxious to approach anyone. I will try.
I got so thirsty I just gave in and drank it. And when I didn’t die, I decided, screw it. The water paranoia is not always present, but if it is around for too long, what I have done is boiled the water and drank it hot. I think a water filter could be a good investment for this. Thank you for the suggestion. And I’m sorry this was such a heavy post. Thank you for your response. Yes, it’s been a wild ride on the crazy train. I don’t recommend this ride, I give the crazy train one star review.
I’m sorry this got so heavy. It’s been a lot this month. Stupid brain not working. Yes, absolutely. A vegetable and a walk can help, there’s no denying that. It won’t cure it, the disorder I have called schizoaffective disorder, but it’s still better than nothing. I got some red peppers and a glass of water. All set.
Thank you. Yes, I haven’t completely given up hope. I know this post was extremely heavy and uh, I was having a moment. I have schizoaffective disorder that runs in the family and it’s been kicking my ass recently. Which is also why it took me a whole week to even look at the other responses. I think I might post on Lemmy what I’ve learned about this mental disorder. Even though it’s been hell to endure, having knowledge about the enemy in my head has given back to me some power. There are a few good neuroscience videos on the how and why of psychotic spectrum disorders like schizophrenia and schizoaffective.
I support your journey wherever it takes you.
Everything has a double meaning now but can’t deny I love a good poem. Thank you.
I’m saving it.
Sure it did. Kidding.
Yes. I read about that. It feels like we’ve been left to rot. Maybe we have.
I have been using my journals to vent about things. I also use the journal to write ideas down that pop up at random moments. I have two more blank books for writing story scraps. Sometimes though in my main journal, I mentally wander off and daydream on the page. Yesterday I was feeling sick. I have been dealing with a chronic illness for the last year or so. On the page I started daydreaming and was thinking about how hilarious and messed up it was that consumption/tuberculosis was seen as a “sexy” illness way back in the day, especially between the Regency and Victorian era. I drew a nonspecific character in their sick bed, with dudes in suits around them professing their love and admiration. “Ooh damn girl, you’re gorgeous.” The sick person is like “Whut? Bro I haven’t had strength to even bathe myself. I am marinating in my filth.” They ignore them and are painting the dying sick person and writing in their book tearfully saying “So beautiful. The inevitable poetry of decay!” The painter says “I must paint this fleeting beauty” while sick person is wheezing “Send help…water…laudanum…”. So in other words nothing happened today cause I was too out of it, but I entertained myself with some silly drawings. :P
I’m in Canada and this reminded me of my Grandma’s place, waking up in the morning to see the mist on the lake. I miss that.
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