are you cringe and bluepilled.
'Let us suppose that everyone in the world wakes up today and tries to write a poem. It is impossible to know what will happen next but certainly we may be assured that the world will not be made worse. I believe in the divinity of profligacy. The creation of art, okay, just the attempt at the creation of art, as well as the appreciation of it, is both an enlarging of the world and an expanding of consciousness. To write a poem is to explore the unknown capacities of the mind and the heart; it is emotive, empathetic exercise and, like being struck by lightning, it will probably leave you stunned, singed, but also a bit brighter, and too your odds of being struck again then go much higher.'
My name is Mac Vogt, and I'm a poet.
Not gonna lie, Sola feels a bit like Tinder.
I'm a barista.
[FRESH] Mechanics of Reincarnation by Mac Vogt ft Hank Barnes -- it's an accelerationist masterpiece, a cybernetic nightmare, the hyper avant-garde, totalizing art film. ;)
Toronto, sunrise lakefront.