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I can feel the soul of this world slowly dying and decaying beneath my feet. What was once made with hands that stitched love and pride into them have been outsourced to hands that carry the energetic signature of desperation. Synthetic clothes and cheap plastic, things that beep at you with a brutal cold echo of hollowness. You must pay extra for food that doesn’t poison you. The houses cost twice as much but ooze insincerity. I am now haunted by my own love for beautiful things. For things that ring true, but someone came in the night and replaced the bells with plastic. And I hate the internet and I miss my friends but they’re all gone now too, replaced with amalgamations of algorithms caught in some sort of digital Venus fly trap that suffocates them in their own squandered potential. Choking on their own souls that quietly scream for a life that’s being squashed by the new pathetic gods we’ve created. Where is a man like me supposed to go now that the only quality thing being crafted are the clouds God paints in the sky while my boots are stuck here on earth in this plastic mud.

@Jbn3ex hell yeah

This chinese motorbike was a good investment

And I set my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly. I perceived that this also is grasping for the wind. For in much wisdom is much grief, And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow. Ecclesiastes 1:17-18

Dream or die.

Viscous vast beautiful things.

The last cowboy in San Francisco

@garshmo thank you.

Today is Sunday and tomorrow is not

So you learn how to cry, like scrapping the flesh of a coconut out of the pit of your stomach. God gave cowboys tear ducts too, so you stop thinking and let your body honor the pain.

I wear my sweat like a badge of honor.

Earth writes a haiku every fifty million years with clouds. A garbled one that no one sees.

I've been working on my account of my past-life regression. I remembered being a girl in a hotel waiting for fish, a South American native on a canoe, a paranoid Chinese man in Chinatown in NYC, a manatee in toxic waters, and a old man in a post-apocalyptic-esque situation.

AI is trying to replace my buddy Dale who just knows a lot of things

@JackChambersGB San Antonio is very underrated, I also loved the feel of Santa Fe

Some of the nation's best urbanism is in the South and it's in San Antonio, Texas..

You're a fly in a digital web, being spun and eaten alive by a spider named time. And you try to move in this sleepless dream but you're already being digested by the machine.

I'm surrounded by angels.

I live in God's Kingdom and I abide by his rules.

All this sadness is love, and there's more blue than the ocean today.

"That would require an act of God." My whole life is a string of acts of God.

@goo_vision your stuff is so cool

Gm 🥷