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Watching South Park

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Life in Arkansas, 2007-2009

taken by linda isbell on flickr

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APAISEMENT

Tout seul au point du jour -- solitude sereine Un manteau de brouillard descend de la rivière La tristesse a fini par dissiper la haine, Je ne suis déjà plus du monde de la matière.

Hier mon corps scarifié rampait sure le dallage Et je cherchais des yeux un couteau de cuisine Du sang devait couler, mon cœur gonflé de rage Secouait péniblement les os de ma poitrine.

L'angoisse bourgeonnait comme un essaim de vers Cachés sous l'épiderme, hideux et très voraces; Ils suintaient, se tordaient. J'ai saisi une paire De ciseaux. Et puis j'ai regardé mon corps en face.

Tout seul au point du jour -- infinie solitude La rivière charrie des monceaux de cadavres Je plane à la recherce de nouvelle latitudes, Un caboteur poussif remonte vers Le Havre.

APPEASMENT

All alone at daybreak -- serene solitude A blanket of fog descends from the river Sadness has finally dissipated hatred, I am already no longer of the material world.

Yesterday my scarred body crawled on the paving stones And I searched with my eyes for a kitchen knife Blood must have flowed, my heart, swollen with rage Shaked the bones of my chest painfully.

Anxiety was budding like a swarm of worms Hidden beneath the skin, hideous and very voracious; They oozed, writhed. I grabbed a pair Of scissors. And then I looked my body in the face.

All alone at daybreak -- infinite solitude The river carries heaps of corpses I glide in search of new latitudes, A winding coaster heads back towards Le Havre.

From: La Poursuite du bonheur

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LA FÊLURE

Dans l'immobilité, le silence impalpable, Je suis là. Je suis seul. Si on me frappe, je bouge. J'essaie de protéger une chose sanglante et rouge, Le monde est un chaos précis et implacable.

Il y a des gens autour, je les sens qui respirent Et leurs pas mécaniques se croisent sur le grillage. J'ai pourtant ressenti la douleru et la rage; Tout près de moi, tout près, un aveugle soupire.

Cela fait très longtemps que je survis. C'est drôle. Je me souviens très bien du temps de lje l''espérance Et je me souviens même de ma petite enfance, Mais je crois que j'en suis à mon tout dernier rôle.

Tu sais l'ai compris dès la première seconde, Il faisait un peu froid et je suais de peur Le pont était brisé, il était dix-neuf heures La fêlure était là, silencieuse et profonde.

In the stillness, the impalpable silence, I am here. I am alone. If someone hits me, I move. I try to protect a bloody, red thing, The world is a precise and implacable chaos.

There are people around, I feel them breathing And their mechanical footsteps cross on the fence. Yet I felt the pain and the rage; Very close to me, very close, a blind man sighs.

I've survived for a very long time. It's funny. I remember the time of hope very well And I even remember my early childhood, But I think I'm playing my very last role.

You know, I understood it from the first second, It was a little cold and I was sweating with fear. The bridge was broken, it was 7:00 p.m. The crack was there, silent and deep.

From: La Poursuite du bonheur

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Do you think ChatGPT is gonna give you AIDS?

Ermmmm, it uses electricity…so it’s like bad…

Hate these people

"I know chatgpt is bad but you just don't really have any choice" you literally do. Don't use it. Have some moral backbone.

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Suspect a big problem with modern soyciety is that the endless proliferation of art (lowercase a) as a constant presence, background noise, background radiation, etc., and as a near universal hobby, is that people become a little too good at believing that things are Just Going To Work Out and that My Life Is Meaningful. These epic wholesomechungus sentiments are overall not objectionable; but I think a real, concrete fear - not a vague anxiety - that your life could come to nothing at all should be imposed. It should be understood, in fact, that it's more common than not... many people's lives are quite tragic, and many of them are harder working and more diligent than you... Better make something of life when it counts. Clock is ticking. All we are is dust in the wind, man.

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frachella

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Fax. I hate Goyishe Tik Tok speak.

Searching emotionally impact media and everything is cutesy art, sarcastic lighthearted comments meant to undercut the drama of the thing or "why is nobody talking about how" speak

Just give me the screencaps

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I think you’re lying. I think you do know it’s a website you can visit (try typing chatgpt.com into your search bar). A girl from my high school reposted an infographic that was in a similar vein to the post above (“Ermmm, AI? What’s that? I don’t need that because I’m not dumb”), but the truth is she is very dumb and she is perennially falling victim to Cashapp pyramid schemes.

ChatGPT is great and can be used for school in a totally legitimate manner. You can ask it “how come dSt is always nonnegative even when dWt is negative (geometric Brownian motion)” and it will know exactly what you’re talking about and find the answer. “Ermm, it only knows that because the model is trained on plagariaized material.” The same libtards saying that creamed their pants when Aaron Swartz did the same thing, except he didn’t do anything cool with all the textbooks he stole from JSTOR, he just uploaded them to LibGen and roped himself when he realized he was going to do maybe 3 months in prison. It’s all about “Open access to educational materials sweaty 💅💅” until someone achieves something amazing and then all of a sudden people care deeply about the poor little authors of pirated textbooks.

LLMs and other AI are amazing technologies. The guys who pioneered them have already won a well deserved Nobel Prize. Anyone who poo poos their achievements is a seething little Ayn Rand villain.

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

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Had a great day today. C’était parfait

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Its my birthday in 27 minutes get ready

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Quitting caffeine. Decaf coffee and tea only.

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le meme forcé n’est pas drôle

idk if anyone else has seen the surge of memes making fun of cave divers recently. there was a comment on one that was like "cave divers with 4 kids, 2 degrees, a loving wife and a huge house when they learn that Satan's Sphincter has a 0% survival rate" it had me crying laughing

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Gossiped and it made me seethe more…

Everyone is so wrong about emotions and appetites. I do not think emotions need to always be "expressed" as if they're a cyst under pressure. I think "venting" anger especially is damaging. I think that violent fantasies harm the fantasizer. I think that breaking shit or screaming reinforces and desensitizes you to less-than-noble inclinations that might accidentally slip out in less controlled ways. It is always good to resist these impulses and only less-bad to express them in controlled ways. Feeding appetites almost never makes them disappear, and almost always makes them stronger.