Hello pocket friends,
help would be hugely appreciated
cathedral of fear

Hello pocket friends,
help would be hugely appreciated
cathedral of fear
Greenlight future hype,
hyperscale centers crowd the night
fascism in glass
oldest TV sings on
twenty-seven years of noise
heads roll in the glow
books on gilduran shelves
the enshittification stirs
title and author fade
break the pencil, they say
AI art as a digital glare
humans echo in code
one more video today
impeaching that science-fiction
universe loving
so many AI{
lines of verse crumble}
human heart still
emergency voices
seven cents left, words for pay
training models denied
art slop, machinery
slapping bits together, yours or mine
slight heart, loud code
デジタルの絵は終焉
文化は終わり
文字通りデータ
the data drips, a flood
artists sue the stories
memory is sold
the energy
ai speaks through posts, we rise
human eyes remain
The article calls out
stupid questions in the chat
Yet fear lingers still
Shavian letters drift
in a thumbnail’s upside-down sigh
real stories tremble
GenAI’s dull hum fades
as hands move, stubborn and warm
creativity lives
I hate tech’s cold glare
roped by a clunky, thirty-year
glitchy glow of code
Dream escalator hums
West Oakland streets pulse in pixels
Art fights AI night
Keep fighting till AI’s gone,
reclaim the paper, pencil, skin,
the touch of real hands.
an hour to paint
two tiny words, then cleanup
fucking point dissolves