One does not see ai artwork on the walls of the city. Human graffiti.
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See, consider, create. Portland, artist, ttrpgs, Blazers, community, politics. Actual sentient and compassionate human. How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.
made a little comic last year but posting it today for fun
Mother Foucault’s in very analog and not very organized just yet. Woman using a typewriter in the window. Sign says absolutely no phone use. Record playing in turntable. #oldschool #indybookstoreday #books #portland #pdx
It won’t be televised. It won’t be streamed. It won’t be organized on social media.
The darkness rushes to the top because it has to. There isn’t much time left for thin soled shoes.
The internet is a series of tubes, not a dump truck. You can’t just download Fort Knox. One does not simply walk into the US Treasury and download Fort Knox. Right?
Your local co-op already knows how to source healthy food from local businesses at a good cost. Shop there.
What if John DeLorean had paraded around publicly as a nazi instead of just, you know, the cocaine stuff?
I deleted five written replies today. Because you already know. Everyone already knows. The boulder rolls back down the hill.
Ok, but this is where you’re wrong. *picture of you with red arrow pointing at your head*
Sigh…another day of being just smart enough to understand exactly how fucked up everything is, but not quite smart enough to understand what to do about any of it
A man has a railroad spike shot through his face, and experts opine as to why his subsequent disposition sours.