Stop ai before it kills us all
I’m looking for an angel, to watch over me, to keep me safe
I’m trying not to become a Parody of myself
Smile like you’ve got a straw in something tropical
The rise of the machines
Everyone deep in their hearts is waiting for the end of the world to come
I suppose we aren’t really friends anymore
Art is to console those broken by life
It don’t matter where you bury me
I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility
