Im not going to communucate every single thing i believe to everyone who asks. Thats absurd. Hell i barely tell people i actually like much if it.

I can still work with people i disagree with. You’re being too online; it’s not 1917.

But this statement is about people. Not society. It kind of puts those boubdaries on how you define society. Has to be a thing that’s for people and the earth.

I have had some extremely terse disagreements with people who pretty much agreed with me down to like five adjectives/significant figures, as pillow talk, even. Shit happens, especially when youre doing the kind of vivid and visceral imagining a better world you do as you work to make it; i know it soubds like sort of a cop-out, but there really is nothing like it.

But i can work with pretty much any if it, if the foundation is ‘i care about people and/or the planet’.

I think caring about those two things foremost pretty well defined the green movement of the 80s and 90s.

Would you like to trade drugs? Yours seem pretty wild.

Yeah, we fuvking hate democracy and consensus so much, people make fun of us about it

The people this is talking about usually aren’t big on elections.

Yes but it’s also entirely made out of oil. Still plants.

Like, even the concrete probably has oil in it. The steel may be attaxhed and painted with oil. Even the glass is probably a little bit oil.

Genuinely saner.

I want to take the elevator to work. Or walk across the street.

You people have terrible relationships with your drug dealers.

I once built myself a loft bed and blanket fort underneath, stored/dried my clean sheets like that. Just fucked off to the hardware store and did it. Felt so good.

It’s not art, it’s (created) images. There didnt used to be a way to create images without making art, but we invented that, and language hasn’t caught up yet.

It’s not AI though. Please dont call it that. That’s gonna come off as so fucking bigoted and cringe if we ever manage to make people (or something similar) out of the thinking sand.

It’s actually a play, and in ‘morrowind’ i think you can get the writer to be your patron in the merchant great house by helping him organize a theatrical run of it.

Thats like saying ‘romeo and juliet’ is a book. Fuck you, respect art.

Note (to delete later) i would advise you not attempt to straddle the line. Too little irony poisoning, too much ego, not enough sympathy for the devil, too much earnest regard for people-as-people, maybe not enough disassociation. Ill put the real response down later, when this damn sobriety lets up. Also maybe delete the response to what i actually said in my previous comment; lets really turn this up to eleven. Give me a character to work with, here.

Yes, that is how you become known locally. Or i guess you use your knowledge of local herbs or whatever.

When ny bowel is impacted, i know who i trust to fix it.

The blatantly evil surveillance company that talks about killing its customers’ enemies is named after a set of magical seeing stones the bad guy in lotr uses to twist and corrupt its users and find where to send the ringwraiths. It’s owned by gay christofascist nosferatu.

He also named his weapons company after a cool sword, from the same series of books. The guy who owns it throws his old clothes away instead of washing them, and still, I’m told, always smells like a homeless camp.

There’s still whimsy.

It’s about cryptocurrency. All the best cyberpunk flirts with the mythical, the magical.

As long as they can fuck something important out of us!