for a while there is was getting to me.

 i hadnt heard bukowski in so long 

i clicked on him 

the virtual standing of him. 

it was like a virtual hug from an old old man. 

the very old man himself 

an old friend. 

ive been so wrapped up in the day

that ive forgotten this old man 

there is something there 

a connection at will. 

i miss him so. 

i do not feel so all alone, 

for a while there it was getting to me. 

i keep trying to fit myself into something, 

i really dont like peoples mannerism except the kind ones. 

and i felt so damn alone. 

whatever it is we are, i can feel it. 

i may never be as good of a writer as him, but thats the point 

there are no others 

i , am here. 

windows are underrated.

 i am fully convinced there are parts of my brain locked away 

as if it hadnt happened, 

but as time goes on. 

my heart grows heavy 

my head 

my neck , back at its own standing. 

and here , i am . 

paper mate has't to be the cutest name. 

 music is basically free therapy, 

i appreciate every artist who has ever made anything. 

one dear, 

consumer. 

it rained today

 i have noticed that people read far to into things, 

one day 

i hope to have a small family 

with whom

who knows 

from when 

who knows

from where ?

i haven't the slightest clue. 

ive thought of writing my dreams down here, 

my thoughts in passing and such.

for example:

today i thought of,

"Virtual Transfusion"

the words alone spur thoughts of a future where 

man and machine are 1. 

i dont think this excites others in the way it excites me. 

i mean, perhaps excites isn't the right word. 

i guess i just see the end. 

the flag 

the hole. 

funnily enough this bard, chatgpt bullshit may be a quick view into the future.

but it is not true.

it does not compare

to the real link.  - . 

i dont think i will get the link if it comes to it.  

many people will tho

however this is many many years from now.

i will remain 

as i am. 

in the computer via mouse pointer 

and hand resting on the keys.

maybe this is my ego, 

or the last thing i am holding onto

this i do not know, 

but it is what is in my heart and what i knwo to be true. 

food is love

 i dream of chicken 

i dream of mayo 

doritos 

the works

i cry laughing as i type 

hoping the tone comes thru 

these things 

these bad things 

they make me laugh 

i chuckle softly 

but 

if it wasnt so sad id be crying 

i  must be craving salt 

i feel like a pregnant 

carrying around this soul. 

more problems that are ignored

 when i get upset about things 

i think of the ones before 

and the ones who will come after 

what will they have to do 

endure, struggle with. 

called safe link 

they say the script 

call here then wait 

they will say anything

to get you off 

in one way more than others 

when i worked at the call centers for 

i did not lie, 

i told the truth. 

i was advised to lie to get them off the phone. 

this never set well with me. 

i helped people, just like me

and others not like me

but i did not lie. 

if that makes me bad at my job, then i was horrible. 

double

 i remember years ago 

i confront on the lie 

on the domestic front 

woman tells son 

ill get someone to bring gun over 

i call operator 

for protection 

operator stays on line 

fist is thrown 

she flees 

i say press no charges 

because how could i do that to 

a mother.

i read statement written 

it was all wrong. 

somehow 

always. 

i am not bitter, 

just wanted to speak. 

i forgive, for 

she may need to live with us 

her own property of course. 

if i can forgive that, 

what can we forgive as a species 

of misunderstandings and mistakes. 

in a world searching for truth.

like always, 

yet another

 it has been said 

before 

many a time 

but now i sleep 

if i can 

we are not ready 

as a species. 

not as a this 

or as a that 

but as a species 

we forget what and where we are

humans 

adrift 

hoping for 

everything 

and nothing. 

any business that doesnt use ai will benefit in the long term. 

and it is true. 

dui on escooters

 well , 

every time i see a scooter i reminded 

of a time 

a time when i drank , 

spent my stimy check on a escooter, 

scooted my way down to walmart, 

miller high life - big cans. 

would kick a cart over 

and take a seat

drinking one of them before i would 

scoot off

again

scooting on down the line 

wheel 

hit sand 

full stop

busted my teeth 

and now i have a beautiful shmile. 

i loose everything. 

all the time

and for time 

i can only assume i will 

for the rest . 

on ai and the world around us

 ai 

ai 

ai 

found by us but maybe one day another 

i keep inside 

all of it 

the dread 

the reality 

the drones 

the face id 

it all 

@julesterpak is right about the stalker situation 

therefore the sooner we all have digital id's 

the better 

2023 will be the year of the 

transparent. 

and no that isn't some "trans" dig or insult 

its a strange world we are turning into 

the cryptic 

we live inside our realms 

inside the metadata 

its all been 

and has for years 

jules is pretty good, but she always forget the fundamental. well...not always. 

i do not know her, nor have i scrolled thru her feeds as perhaps some men have. 

she has got a great mind tho. 

i hope that is ok to say, without coming of as "creepy". 

hope this helps

 the sooner we literally invest in HS's across America. 

The sooner we get to a better future. 

Mr. President, your starting at the wrong place. 

Its not the college campus. 

Hope this helps. 

u got this - american