Why are you distant, beloved? The veil is torn.
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Why are you distant, beloved? The veil is torn.
The Haunted House (1929)
You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.
Reblog to materialize $250,000 in prev's bank account
Become ungovernable.
Reblog to cast healing for your homies.
“are u okay?” no i need more money
Pozega-Slavonia, Croatia
Graveyard Etiquette
for witches, wanderers, and the quietly curious
Speak softly. The dead do not sleep, but they listen.
Never walk directly over a grave. Circle around with respect.
Leave offerings only if they are natural: flowers, stones, a whispered prayer.
Ask for permission before taking anything — even a leaf, even a photograph.
Do not bring loud music, disrespect, or ego. You are a guest.
Coins on tombstones are for the dead, not souvenirs.
If you cry, do it freely. Spirits understand grief.
Do not perform magic on a grave unless explicitly invited — by the spirit or by blood.
Never disturb animal life. Cats and crows are guardians here.
When you leave, turn back once and thank the cemetery for having you.
Some places remember. Some places respond. Walk gently.
being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?
Divination to find Artistic Talent™
Spell Ingredients: ~The Tablet Pen you lost a week ago
~Nearly Sipped Paint Water
~That Shirt you wore to a Color Run
~The Baby Powder Scented Crayon
~The lost cap from your Crayola fruity scented markers
~The Pencil Box from when you were in Elementary School
~A Piece of Chalk
Ritual Steps:
~On the night of the Next Full Moon, put all ingredients EXCEPT YOUR COLOR RUN TEESHIRT AND CHALK into Pencil Box.
~Throw Pencil Box at the wall while Chanting the Following: “TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR WHY IS ART SO FUCKING HARD”
~Open the box and dump contents onto the Color Run Teeshirt on the floor
~Read the jumbled mess as Runes
~Eat the Chalk as a snack if you get hungry
things designed to become more beautiful with wear>>>>
bronze. denim. tussar silk. thick leather. friendship. mahagony. rosewood. cast iron skillets. walnut. antique rifles. muscles. diaries. memory foam. mortars and pestles.
Love. molcajete and tejolote. hair turning grey/white/silver. memories of loved ones. burning candles. dried flower bouquets. VHS/cassette that is so watched that it skips. pillows and comforters. that one pair of shoes.
i just can't convey the frustration and sorrow that it's been to grow up at first without the internet and then watching it bloom into this useful, fun, connecting force you sometimes spent time on, only for it to degrade into this constant oppressive waste of time and energy where people are constantly pumping out algorithmically designed content for max algorithmic appeal and even the most simple search generates either no results or an infinite abyss of ai generated slop none of which is usable or correct. we briefly had a library of alexandria and then fed it into a paper shredder so advertisers could sell a random mash of pulp back to us at a premium.
Copyright class actions could financially ruin AI industry, trade groups say.
AI industry groups are urging an appeals court to block what they say is the largest copyright class action ever certified. They’ve warned that a single lawsuit raised by three authors over Anthropic’s AI training now threatens to “financially ruin” the entire AI industry if up to 7 million claimants end up joining the litigation and forcing a settlement.
well…darn
like to charge reblog to cast financial ruin of the AI industry 🔮
u heard him ladies
so many mornings I need Dionysus to do this for me