Bubb

I find it comforting to simply tell my thoughts to the void with no control over how many and who will see it but the control of getting to choose who i share it with

[caspercryptid]

Your news this week in a form not written to make you feel like shit: Unfortunately the Vine reboot is AI free because it is being done to train AI. Sorry.

[caspercryptid]

I don't normally vague quite this directly, especially on posts I think are liable to spread, but quite a lot of people who saw the OP I'm referring to here have thanked me for sharing the information neutrally (hi prev, sorry I just happen to be jumping off here because I was thinking about it anyway)

I am a PTSD sufferer, and one of the symptoms of PTSD is hypervigilance. Constantly watching your back, constantly aware of any shifts in mood in a room, always paranoid, always looking for the other shoe to drop— its not a fun way to live, and it is not a sign of a healthy mind. You should NOT be constantly checking every single piece of good news you recieve, you are allowed to be happy about things you see in passing, and a lot of the time, they are good things, or maybe you can get good things out of them. Despite the probable side effects of this project it IS going to restore a massive amount of lost media to the web, so we'll get to have that, even if we're not actually going to get a platform safe from AI influence altogether.

And this could still be jumping to the worst case scenario. We haven't seen a TOS. sure, this company does AI training elsewhere, but every tech company in the world does that, so maybe this is unrelated. Do I believe that, no. But it's not stupid to hope for it. Hope is never stupid.

Also, the sources for this aren't actually that easy to find. It's like four pages deep to get from the new diVine company to the sponsor of the company to their other projects to the section of their other projects that mentions AI. It took me a bit, and I KNEW IT WAS THERE.

So, in summation: yeah, this is probably a con. It's a major bummer, because this is a difficult time to be on the internet, and we deserved a W. I think we're just gonna have to pick our favorite album and movie releases to get us through, and let go of the hopes of AI free social media for a little longer. But at least some lost media will be restored, and remember— none of you were stupid for being optimistic about this. We can have nice things. They'll just have to wait a little while.

[newsandstuffisee]

[the-gayest-dovah]

[big-tiddy-goth-ghoulfriend]

hey so don't use this. RabbelLabs, the company actually creating this platform, trains AI models. Jack Dorsey is best friends with Elon Musk and they both advocate constantly for the abolition of IP law because it stands in the way of AI 'growth' (theft). They're banning AI on the platform so they can use it as a clean slate to train more fucking AI. They're also using images of Divine, the drag queen, to push their shit and I guarantee they didn't get permission from her estate.

The DiVine website says that it's made by Rabble.

If you go to their website you can find this:

if you click that And Other Stuff you're taken to an entirely different website that explains what all that 'other stuff' is: five pillars of building Nostr AI.

You have to wonder why they're hiding it, right? Why is it so hard to find? Why register an entirely different domain (it's andotherstuff.com, not like rabblelabs.com/andotherstuff) just to talk about the AI stuff you're doing if you're so proud of it?

Stop simping for billionaires just because they jingle keys in your face, start doing some fucking research.

[bbubblesbro]

I look at fingers stained with paint,

callouses formed from practices honed.

My hands are instruments of bliss

and form ink into emotions to be found on paper.

I see the fingers adorned with paint

and find pride in these artists hands.

[bbubblesbro]

Deep sense of longing for a place of my own,

homesick to a place i dont yet know.

racing for where I will some day belong,

set and safe like the mountain peaks snow.

A Journey before me and things life will demand,

past build lesions and things taking into hand,

learning new ways, wont be erroding into sand,

they'll anchor the ground into firm steady land.

Despite worry and dark clouds, i shall prevail,

withstanding storms and hail, continue to sail.

grab determination by its neck, even when i fail,

i'll get up, march forth and exhale; prepared to chant my tale.

A constant blanket, a comfort to the mind,

a wind-still sky to keep concerns aside.

reaching for it, this future of mine,

setting into it the souls sublime shrine.

-

written with my friend Grey @/grey_aperture on twitter

[bbubblesbro]

I settle my body,

these aching limbs,

into a pocket of warmth.

Insides scraped raw,

joints creaking,

croaking pains.

I gather this shell,

to rest in this glow

and melt into the ground.

A reprieve,

if not prefect;

relief,

if not for long.

Pain,

a passing memory;

aches,

but distant groans.

I settle this aching body,

with all its cracks and flaws,

under this blanket of warm and calm.

[bbubblesbro]

trying to find feelings within my innards i have stumbled upon none but ice burning apathy within my bones

it will melt sometime yet for the moment i am a glacier in eternity expanding within my skin and building pressure

it will wane but it is painfully present at this time keeps pushing at my brain leaving little space for toughts of better times

scraping together memories of the good hiding within myself from the sayings of my darkest part i end up where i started

trying for findings within my innards

[bbubblesbro]

my grandmother has been forgetting for a while,

so it was less of a surprise,

to hear that sickness had come for her memories.

we havent been close for some time

yet shes held dear in mine,

had build a steady home within my memories.

i wonder how hard it will be

in however long a while

when no longer she can see

me within her mind.

[bbubblesbro]

Tell me a secret, something dark within your soul

What is a secret but a story you havent told

(my memory refuses me the mystery)

[bbubblesbro]

the pain has returned to my frail form,

brittle limbs plagued by unknown thorns.

no control, no matters,

just surprise in sudden patterns.

ebbing, waining and then rearing strong,

pain has returned to my form.

[bbubblesbro]

The world is large

and we're all small.

We hide unhidden

in our walls.

Little dust on this grand canvas of space.

A little time, with little meaning but this dust has much to face.

Our existence just a speckle, does our pain leave any trace?

Whats to gain from rotting in this grave.

So lets call us stardust,

as we are.

We'll make a monument of dirt.

Take a meaning to believe in,

build ourselves a bigger picture.

Take a reason to be kind,

and pray to any god you find.

So i stand in the blood i weep.

Build the meaning that i seek.

Write with the iquor of my life

to be remembered by my kind.

[bbubblesbro]

If i were to be in another world would i still be hurt and disturbed

[bbubblesbro]

I came out to my family,

Then everyone else.

My friends knew,

It went surprisingly well.

I can continue to grow,

I can continue to be.

I can continue my life,

A bit more anxiety free.

[bbubblesbro]

If someone tells me how to run away to live as the weird queer artist in some village i will absolutly do it. With every page of studying i take one step closer to full blown mania and i am considering the life of a run away just for the chance of not having to continue this academic nightmare

[bbubblesbro]

Me humming instead of talkin bc talking is a dirty dirty peasant activity? Why YES

[bbubblesbro]

You dont have to doupt yourself. There will be dozens of thousend version of yourself like there will be of everyone else. You change by night you change by hour you change by second. It is okay for you to just be.

[bbubblesbro]

Kindness is a choice

[bbubblesbro]

Knitting is the cause of static in my hands