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Amnesia Dialogue Prompts

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"How would I know if anything you tell me about myself is the truth?"

"I have no idea how I should feel about you."

"You look familiar. I just can't quite remember how I know you."

"I don't know who you are, I mean, I don't even know who I am, but I do know that I can trust you."

"When you called me by my name... I felt nothing."

"I know you're mad at me for things I've done, but I have no memories of them, so please tell me how to fix this."

"If I never get my memories back... I would need to start all over. My whole life."

"I've seen pictures of myself with people I don't know and in places I don't remember."

"Tell me lies and I will believe you."

"Maybe it will all come back. One trigger word or a smell and I know everything again. I'm not sure I would even want that anymore."

"I'm tired of not knowing myself."

"I always thought not knowing you be better. Ignorance is bliss. But it's much worse."

"Do you know how much it hurts to hear someone say they love you and they're strangers to you?"

"I'm not sure I like the person people tell that I was."

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Prompt #1045

"You lying on me made my whole body fall asleep."

"Don't worry, I'll wake it up when I need it."

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裏切りは僕の名前を知っている, (2010)

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Lis Calla 2024ss 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

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"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

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somewhere out there someone has probably used AI to write their wedding vows. someone out there is probably loading their hinge profile with AI quippy responses. when i close my eyes i picture a man hunting through chatGPT prompts, trying to get someone else to love him. maybe she sends him back chatGPT too, and two robots fall in love.

is this our new lives, then? is love scripted? i have a dandelion heart and some part of me wants to believe that AI will not obtain self-reliance by evil but instead by discovering the single perfect shape of love - the one thing humanity (in all our time and force) could never quite nail down. maybe it will be a string of numbers. the imprint of static, the universe's thumbprint. maybe it will just be a single long mirror, and jam dripping down your hands.

i know there are "good" reasons. i was nervous! or i was unsure how to say it! but - i want your nervous words. i want your unsure words. i want you to strike entire pages of work for me. i want you to gesture vaguely, to ransack your mind for ways to instead-of-saying just show me. i want to find where your words fail you and where the summer of your longing blazes out of you, infinite, resisting the capture of definition.

and i want to do the same for you. isn't any love worth a little bit of struggle? i want to shiver with the movie-ripe sense my friends are lovely and i am so tender towards them - i want to never quite be able to explain what it means to spend my life with them. i want to draw shapes on your skin that exit the geometric and fade into the same, wordless pattern. it is still love if silent. you know - i rarely, if ever, actually tell my siblings i love them? i just show up often, and hope the action does the talking.

i know AI is "easier". of course. buttoned up and seamlessly corporate. but i do not want to love you through a film. i do not want to love you with your edges sanded down. i cannot recognize myself in you if you are unmarred and glistening. something about how, with the crystal-clear mp3 files of the present, we ache for the scratch of vinyl. the flaws are what make love worth it. i want the raw and the windbeaten and the unkempt.

something tender, then. i love you because you're real, which means that you cannot be perfect.

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call me your bunny 🐰

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i am sorry, mama. i know you did your best but i turned out wrong. i only ever sharpen my teeth on my own legs. i can't hunt and every song in my chest sounds more like a siren call. i tremble at every loud noise. i fear i am unlovable. you used to tell me to bark back and bite hard. i let every hand muzzle me and consider it gentle. touchstarved. i'm sorry. you wanted to raise a wolf but i am just a bad dog.

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“You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

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let my words penetrate ur body like its my fingers down ur spine can u hear my voice echo in the pages? scroll down flip to the right. im always there I guess haunting and daunting. words r alphabets pieced together and spelled right

Red Letter No. 8 by Jen Mazza

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U LIKED IT WHEN I CALLED U LUCIFER

u fell so high

out of the sky

I wonder if u cried

when god told u

yes indeed

ur beautiful

but ur mouth was ugly

cuz of all the lies

deceit deceit deceit

jealousy jealousy jealousy

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did u yell at the clouds cuz they weren't trampolines?

are u scared of heights cuz the fall was more than 10 feet?

the devil walks to the drum of his own beat

the devil wears Prada

and new rocks to fit his feet

u deserved to be worshipped more cuz u never get blemishes

ur so much more perfect

than god herself

I mean,

just look at urself

in all the mirrors u broke in the house

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for each poem you have written me I have written 100

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pinned me to a cross watched me bleed stabbed my side licked the knife clean. picture framed me, I just forgot to smile. asked me to sleep with you for a while, you hung up i figured ur phone died. now what? want to take me down with you because of your spiteful rage? you wanna call this playing even I never wanted to play the game. I call forfeit. I dont wanna escalate. I dont want our names. in any book I dont believe in punishment I believe in justice and that which was mine was mine was mine was mine

I wanna go to the morgue. where we lay down next to each other. your hands around my neck just like old times, except this time you're not really choking me they're just there in my picture freeze framed mind. this time I die alone, this time I dont have any last words, this time I dont say goodbye I dont reach out anymore. this time I dont say I'm sorry, this time I don't feel bad. I don't feel sorrow I don't feel half ass-ed I dont rewind to all the times u cooked with Goya and sazon I dont replay the eggs prosccituo cereal and milk little rhyme I dont even close my eyes I just accept that im dead that im not even half alive my hearts stopping my hearts thumping my hearts rhythmic in its clapping and it just sto

your love has killed me. brought me here and wrought me. new chemical imbalance, your scars are tough to touch and the same color of tar and singed wheels on a bike

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jesus no

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IT DRIVES ME INSANE KNOWING UR AWAKE AND U HAVENT THOUGHT OF ME ONCE

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

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to have had a choice in any of this...i wonder what that would have been like. im moved too much by my heart it brings me to the worst of places. permanent abyss, closed doors, worlds in small rooms. and even then I swelter and and baphooned, mascochistly swooned by the choiceless poison that love itself is

Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “To G, after the party”

[Text ID: “I wonder / what it would have felt like to / have a choice, to choose love, / to hold anything with both hands. / It’a taken me this long / to say I want I want I want,”]

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saturn (12th house synastry poem)

u taught me the courage of stars before they died and collapsed into mass yet also broke me down in ur eight rings what else did u have to bring. shit's just my luck u forgot elbow pads a helmet and an extra pair of jeans.

i couldn't dance so smoothly when I got to you. couldn't be in awe of the moon or drop my jaw at other planets, just flew straight to u

12

was supposed to be my favorite number

but I guess im always used to tough love

I guess its the only way my stubborn heart would even begin to translate it

my guard's down and my hair's getting thin every time my fingers comb through there's always a clump that fills my palm lines in

can I ever dream in color again? these monotone black and whites keep reminding me of the book they left for me worlds in a small room worlds in a small room

and rush kaboommmm

krash bam clap krash

its over in a second its like it never happened

why do u keep giving me strength, planet Saturn? or is it just that I am too stubborn to die? I'll b wrought out worn out learning these lessons til I finally get it all right. i'll get them right.