This is the most challenging time in any man’s life: supporting his children + his aging parents, under the pressure to provide, childhood dreams ground to dust, waterboarded by a firehose of slop, watching the seas flow out towards the looming tsunami of AI disruption. It’s gotten so bad that even the Vatican has to release a statement claiming that the machines can’t think. Wrong. They can, but there is one AI can’t do: feel the suck.
Mosey to the wet fields (toll paid) where we lay down in wet grasses for LBCs and hand release mirkins and other warmarama. In order to feel something, anything.
Dora with some exercises. 21st century digital boy – is this song about me? The music was loud and punk is not dead. Mosey to the fence for some skatepark wall rides. Army crawl through 3 inches of water in the ditch. Feeling disgusting and miserable. One angry song’s worth of burpees. Another Dora.
“I’m hardly feeling human anymore. Enough to drag my body from the floor.”
Mosey back to the courts (toll paid) for some ab Mary. Wet, beat down, but human in the most alive way. Extremely human – now that is punk rock. Hypernormalisation can eat shit.
“A handful of redemption’s all we need.”
COT. Can a machine pray?