What you consume creates you.
When I started writing my first novel it was about a city planet on the edge of space called Pearl that had fallen into darkness.
"In the beginning, God created man in His image. In the end, man created God in his."
It was a reverse-Genesis.
Back then, my brother said he was worried about me spending so much time writing because it seemed like I was, "just trying to escape".
I sighed and closed my laptop lid halfway, which had a WikiPedia article up on Dante's Inferno, of which the cityscape's descending levels of debauchary and torment were based upon.
"Maybe," I offered. I can't remember if I said more but I know whatever I said didn't get through to him.
I don't know about you, but I've spent a lot of time wondering if the words that hurt us only hurt us because they are at least partially true. And the truer they are the more they do.
If intuition is meant to protect us why am I so unsure I can trust mine?
My brother is always right. My girlfriend is always right. My mom is always right. My dad made some wrong decisions and I will too. He also made some right ones. The hardest decisions he ever had to make were the right ones.
Everything I write is just a movie in my head.
Now I'm wondering if I should have a sentient synthetic intelligence create it for me as fast as humanly+computerly possible.
10 years after my brother's comment I still just want to write. I can't even get my work done because I just want to write.
Maybe my escape is just that real to me.
If you want to write, write. Write til you're covered in ink. If you want to paint, paint til you don't own a pair of pants without a paint stain. If you want to sing forget the world when you're singing.
DR3AML@B was recently called out for using AI to help make posts because it didn't help "promote local artists."
My burning question is this -
If there are so many local artists out there to promote why aren't we getting overloaded with submissions to Dream Lab Magazine?
If you're out there dreaming we'll promote your post.
If I'm asking AI to help me create art should I feel ashamed? I'm going toe to toe with an infinite metaverse and I'm just trying to fight fire with fire.
A memory of song comes to my head, I realize my lungs are burning and my throat is melted. My eyes ache to the back of my head.
"Walking down the street I don't know where to put my feet. Keep on walking cus I don't know who I'll meet.
Walking down the street come with us there is no shame. If you only knew how deep the flame became."
Call up Joey Kisses, D-Wreck, J3K, Riggy Hendrix, Quiggy Diggy, Joey Tizzle, Back Woods Nate and the Boys and get ready to record the hardest track of all time.
BURNING SPIRITS DO NOT FEAR WHAT THE ZING WILL BRING.
Anything but consuming someone else's dreams.
I ran this through chat because I couldn't remember if the P in Wikipedia was really capitalized or not. Which doesn't even make sense - Why would it be?
If I was texting bass I would just decapitalize every letter no matter what UNLESS I WAS SCREAMING.
Honesty always get me in trouble, but I just remembered I love trouble.
#CREATE #POST #SYNTHESIZE #NEVERSTOP