Based off a slightly true story…
I fear talking, I just want to run
A second “god” has hit the towers of babel
My mind is it’s library, I’m lost
Coulden’t sleep well, still better than those math goblins transforming a sequence against my will.
AI and Peer2Peer, nothing else after something like the tower being hit for the second time. it went from an OK situation to /oke/ to /oxe/ to /oɣə/ to aprox. /əɣə/
Tim said I’m like a “zombie teenager”, not talking
Distributed systems are a utopia, just like what I’m reaching for, but it’s hard and our monkey brains like it more when we want then get.
I had a dream, there was a weird mill, but at a different time, I pissed on the street with no people and on the bed in the fake real life
in that dream, my mum smoked and I kof’ed [sic form my mind] but there is a condition for kof’f’ing [sic from my mind] when unnessesary.
My dreams are weird, you will only find that in the library of babel in my mind.
Not hopeful for the future, work sounds like a crappy trap.
I can’t write, but I have written a lot, what comes out is being blocked.