#my words
His mouth is a halo
And everytime he speaks
The words breathe light into me
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With you
I am drowning
In despair
I breathe
Incurable sadness
Not air
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The day will still come
No matter how hard you close your eyes
The night will kiss the day goodbye
Painting colors in the sky
Welcome the darkness
Embrace the light
Don’t fight against the up’s and down’s of life
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It’s hard to come to terms with the idea of being forgotten
The inevitable disappearance of being
All our love
All this life
Gone
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If forever is a place
I hope I go there with you
But I know that heaven will sigh
When you arrive with tears in your eyes
Wishing you could face the fire
Just to bring me too
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The truth is
I am ordinary
This realization is equally painful
As it is liberating
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Needs, wants and desires.
Neck kisses.
Teeth grazing shoulders.
My tongue invading your mouth.
Lip biting.
Pushing my fingers into your mouth.
Sucking on them as I move them back and forth.
Sucking on your tongue. Slowly.
Trails of bruises from your collarbone to you breast.
Sucking. Licking. Gentle bites of your nipples.
Tummy kisses.
Kisses from hip to hip.
Leaving teeth marks on your skin.
Biting. Sucking. Kissing your inner thighs.
Mouth pressed against your pussy. My tongue invading you. Tasting. Tongue swirling. Feeding. Exploring you.
Hands firmly holding your wrists.
I want you to cum in my mouth.
Feed me.
Then turn you over onto your tummy.
A hand between your legs. Lifting you up onto your knees.
Using my leg to push yours apart.
Exposed.
A hand on your hip.
And hand clentched in your hair.
The tip of my cock finding you.
Entering you.
Completely. Until I am at your core.
Holding still. Savouring that feeling. That feeling I’ve wanted for a long time.
A throb. Pulsating inside you.
Then that first thrust.
Deep. With intent and purpose.
A moan. A groan.
My cock glistening from you.
Thrusts building pace.
I want to fuck you. Take you. Use you.
Harder. Deeper.
Full of need.
Lost in you. In our pleasure.
I want to feel you cum on my cock.
I want to cum inside you as you do.
Growling deep.
In pure utter pleasure.
Our pleasure. Our release.
Mood.
Rebirth
As I crawled out of the depths of this solitary dark cavern
I reached for the light upon mother suns warm bosom
And as I felt her rays warm my withered cheek I felt peace
— My writing (2022)
I’m Not Afraid of AI Overlords— I’m Afraid of Whoever’s Training Them To Think That Way
by Damien P. Williams
I want to let you in on a secret: According to Silicon Valley’s AI’s, I’m not human.
Well, maybe they think I’m human, but they don’t think I’m me. Or, if they think I’m me and that I’m human, they think I don’t deserve expensive medical care. Or that I pose a higher risk of criminal recidivism. Or that my fidgeting behaviours or culturally-perpetuated shame about my living situation or my race mean I’m more likely to be cheating on a test. Or that I want to see morally repugnant posts that my friends have commented on to call morally repugnant. Or that I shouldn’t be given a home loan or a job interview or the benefits I need to stay alive.
Now, to be clear, “AI” is a misnomer, for several reasons, but we don’t have time, here, to really dig into all the thorny discussion of values and beliefs about what it means to think, or to be a mind— especially because we need to take our time talking about why values and beliefs matter to conversations about “AI,” at all. So instead of “AI,” let’s talk specifically about algorithms, and machine learning.
Machine Learning (ML) is the name for a set of techniques for systematically reinforcing patterns, expectations, and desired outcomes in various computer systems. These techniques allow those systems to make sought after predictions based on the datasets they’re trained on. ML systems learn the patterns in these datasets and then extrapolate them to model a range of statistical likelihoods of future outcomes.
Algorithms are sets of instructions which, when run, perform functions such as searching, matching, sorting, and feeding the outputs of any of those processes back in on themselves, so that a system can learn from and refine itself. This feedback loop is what allows algorithmic machine learning systems to provide carefully curated search responses or newsfeed arrangements or facial recognition results to consumers like me and you and your friends and family and the police and the military. And while there are many different types of algorithms which can be used for the above purposes, they all remain sets of encoded instructions to perform a function.
And so, in these systems’ defense, it’s no surprise that they think the way they do: That’s exactly how we’ve told them to think.
[Image of Michael Emerson as Harold Finch, in season 2, episode 1 of the show Person of Interest, “The Contingency.” His face is framed by a box of dashed yellow lines, the words “Admin” to the top right, and “Day 1” in the lower right corner.]
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“If you drown, allow yourself to feel the depth of the ocean. And then resurface when you know that’s the deepest you can ever go. And promise to never to go beyond that.”
- g.d (but it’s okay if you do)
“I told him I was too me to be a part of his world. He smiled and caressed my cheek, his lips hovering over mine as he whispered, “and that’s why I love you so much baby, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.””
- g.d (love me for me)
I am so excited for the day that we’re making food together i our kitchen with music playing softly in the background. Our hips swaying slightly and as we pass each other placing small kisses on each other
And I will run
and run and run
through all the time
to find you
and I will search the whole world
if I have to
because being without you
is not an option
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
Deadpool 2
-via posttoxic
“For better, for worse?
Fuck.
That.
Shit.”
Excerpt From “It Ends with Us” - Colleen Hoover
“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
Excerpt From “The Song of Achilles” - Miller, Madeline
-via posttoxic
Friends: The Reunion
“The One Where They Get Back Together”
-via posttoxic
“I want the kind of love that makes you feel like you’re in a Hozier song.”
-via posttoxic
“When my time comes around,
lay me gently in the cold dark earth.
No grave can hold my body down.
I’ll crawl home to her.”
Work Song - Hozier
-via posttoxic
“If you ever heard what I heard in my mind. Never try, you would cry, that’s a lie, you would die”
Venom by Little Simz
-via posttoxic