2025-0x

a poem written in iambic hexameter
2025-08-01 01:00
// updated 2025-11-09 13:04
updating the recipe for the transmissions
encountering success with the archival scheme
facing a constant slew of rebuilding issues
shifting content plans for easier maintenance

feeling like the world is spinning out of control
hearing announcements of another new world pope 
making "it's not fear but fatigue" my own motto
rebranding as the suburbs of the internet

defying the old need for a rigid tagline
crafting outlandish wares from the web's underground
wanting to change to another motto again
using only emoji as my new motto

feeling blessed to have a lot of quiet uptime
liking abstract logos but normies all hate them
they don't measure screen time objectively at all
social gravity and natural law have split

splitting they have in harmful ways for all of us
looking forward to a week of clear-headedness
kind of expected that the best song would not win
sad how the world runs on bandwagon fallacies

minimalism as so super essential
the freest speech happens when no one's listening
yelling epithets to get tacit approval
enjoying asocial media that much more now

happier updating the personal website
not having comments on sites like in the old days
intriguing to see a three decade old website
setting the house up with some intelligent lights

starting an eventful month of home and travel
hearing in my head the chimes of a foreign train
turning up the nordic chanting for next week's trip
uncertain if they know what "ochlocracy" means

concluding the preparation for this long trip
concluding the long preparation for this trip
visiting nine countries in the last sixteen days
coming back to see more of the same detritus

hoping to fire on all cylinders in due time
grinding to a halt with this telegrammed epic
trying to go to town in more ways than just one
cities make their own self-owning propaganda

editing videos about far flung nations
using smartbulbs combined with voice recognition
shifting towards a less public internet life
painting in caves and not broadcasting globally

still getting screwed over by the algorithms
one day people will line up and pay to read this
reaching for the century mark on that film site
hoping to give these poetics some "direction"

trying to make this poem about "going places"
getting organized long before the next big trip
separating into five different sectors
finding a sixth avenue in this wired city

aiming to explore faraway and nearby lands
coding to figure out solutions to problems
gazing into sportsball's quirky randomnesses
filing away phrases, words and their origins

about this poem

  • every 6 hours a line (consisting of 12 syllables each) gets posted on this telegram channel
  • these lines eventual combine to form a potentially-infinite poem that vaguely describes the personal zeitgeist of the author
  • certified 0% written by AI
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