Guy Who Doesnt Realize Hes Commanding A Small Army And Thinks A Lot Of People Are Just Going Along With

And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared

[...]

And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made The Sound of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel

The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams

[...]

Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools

Epitaph, King Crimson

In other AI adventures, there's Suno.com, which can take a simple prompt or set of lyrics and genre and turn it into a song in real time.

I highly recommend trying it, if for no reason than to know what all the low effort tiktok songs will sound like in a few months.

Lyrics (Prompt?) under readmore

Catchy Instrumental intro. Solo violin and piano with dark synth [dark bardcore viola electro swing]. sweet female vocal

[Verse] I'll kill you in the subtext I'll murder you between the lines There's not a scrap of context Your ending was left undefined There's not a scrap in the final draft Of what I’ve left behind But under the words When closely observed Your body unalived

[Chorus] It can’t be seen upon the stage You’re stuffed beneath the floorboards In the view of children of every age A puppet takes all the rewards The happy ending and ever after I kept it all from you, unalived

[Verse 2] The curtain falls on a charade so sweet Where masks hide deceit, laid bare but discreet In the silence between each whispered breath Lies the echo of a tragic untimely death No roses thrown upon the stage No mourning wails, no solace sought Just the hollow echo of a life unmade In shadows where the truth was caught

[Chorus] It can’t be seen upon the stage You’re stuffed beneath the floorboards In the view of children of every age A puppet takes all the rewards The happy ending and ever after I kept it all from you, unalived

[Bridge] You were the lead in this masquerade Yet your fate was sealed, a cruel escapade I penned your demise with careful grace In ink and rhyme, in every secret place

[Chorus] It can’t be seen upon the stage You’re stuffed beneath the floorboards In the view of children of every age A puppet takes all the rewards The happy ending and ever after I kept it all from you, unalived

[Outro] But beneath the surface, in the depths unseen Lies the truth of what could have been

[END] [END] [END]

i just said out loud, “you know what really gargles my goyles?” and then i had to just sit there and accept that i now live in a world where someone said those words in that order. and now so do you. what a tangled web we weave

It's embarrassing and also so damn joyous. I deeply love the discomfort... That is, the dis(covery of )comfort. It brings me great joy getting to know new people and getting to know them better.

early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind

okay idk if this is going to make my case any better but I was referring to a terrible awful no good very smutty fanfic of George and Lenny where they referred to Lenny's member as, well, lets justr say........his "throbbing baguette."

"someone should just put me down. sexual style. like what george and lennie had."

-- @cleverlittlekobold 11/10/2024

please want me remote editorial positions please desire me carnally

humans are a subspecies of elf known for dying really quickly and being stressed the whole time

I also think about how there's the imperative of "if we don't try and try again, that wall will have no chance of it coming down. But if we keep at it, then there is always a possibility, no matter how slight."

Compare to:

We have to keep telling the story. If we don't, there's no chance for a different outcome... And I think humanity always wants to have a chance. This time, at least, our mutual striving is for continued survival... But so too did mutual striving give us this hellscape. In the grand story of humankind, we wrote the story we are now in.

Deus ex machina?

No. We haven't written ourselves into a corner, yet.

tbh I can't stop thinking about how i went into Hadestown being like "this is a tragic love story based on a greek myth I enjoy :)" and I came out the other side covered in blood being like "this is a thesis about how capitalism inevitably leads to both personal and global ruin, and so we are duty bound to resist it even as we lose, again and again and again. no matter how impossible it feels or how many times we fail and hit a wall and fall, we try again"