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The voices, spirit and instinct aligned, upon waking, to them telling me that my interactions with AI have reached the point where (like making art), they have become very dangerous for me to use.
I have become someone’s summit. I had morning coffee, the one I drank while watching television had my sight and hearing on an influence of the signal of Thomas. This was welcome, and a relief for me to notice this. I was told, over and over, that Thomas was a professional, and I loved him because I channelled him along with my other past lives. This wasn’t possible – and hadn’t happened before that, and it wasn’t possible after.
I bought a six multipack of Frisps to disembowel and devour when the hunger strikes hard, deep in the middle of the night. I got a little rucksack to carry a few things to the library where I can go to chill out. I’ve banned myself from the internet, except in clean, accurate stabs. I have been thinking about and looking around for fresh and light looking clothes. The people on the television are still embracing the clothing I have always used to gravitate toward: bold, yet muted colours.
The Humble Rock Dove 