#aboutyears

[justpapitasfritas]

It don't make any sense

#about #us #abouttime #aboutlove #aboutyears

[nostalgebraist]

It Put Me In Mind Of Something OldI Had Told My Daughter AboutYears Ago That I Guess Doesnt Mean AnythingBut It Still Happened So Im Talking About ItWith My Daughter In My Dreams So Im Presently Thinking About TheseThings I Told You About My DaughterWithout Even Looking At The PicturesThe Day Before Her Birthday What Does That Make Me FeelLike I Have To Do Next Week Even Though I Know You Probably Want To Hold Off On It? It's Just A Strange Thing About Us That Youve Got To Admit Is Kind Of PersonalGift From The Father Imaginary Friends Why Did I Think That Was Something To Be Frustrated About I Had No Idea Who Imaginary Friends Were I Really Had Promised My Daughter That I Would Be Writing This Factual Account On My First Date With Her Why Was I So Foolish I Hadnt Even A Clue In Factual Affairs From The Golden Age Of Fun Novels Was Not Going To Happen At This Point In Time Itself I Thought I Was So Smart I Was Looking Forward To Reading The Most Shameless Snark Possible From Websites Like Kotaku In The Future I Would Read Articles About "Game Breaking" And "Game Changers" And Show No Ignorance About The Fact That These Were Literary Excursuses For Longevity Antagonism Central To The Human Condition The Future Belongs To The Old I Hope The Old I Have Spoken Has Suffered Enough By This Point To warrant An Emotional Response From You To The Present With An Entirety More Thorough Than A Few Embarrassing Outbursts Of Anger At This Point In Time I Am Also Upset About The Realizations I Have Had In The Last Few Days About The Folly Of My Broadsides From A Position Of Exasperation For The Bizarre And Thinly Veiled Lust For Rubbernecking Ignorance Of The Climax Of Human Civilization I Have Leapt Through A Small Window Into The Human Race Such That I Can See Its Real Intentions Confronting The Challenge Of Entering Into The Second Turning Of The Wheel Of Tempo Responsible For Creating Prosperity Here In The Urk Will Likely Require The Enslavement And Labor Of Hundreds Of Millions Of And Perhaps Even Power Grid Grid Systems As It Crushes The Surface Of A Planet Dealing In Terrible Misery And Exploitation Of Its Laborers When In The Flesh Such System Would Verminize Global Extermination On The Scale Of The Biblical Third Turning Of The Wheel Of Civilization Has Begun I Have Resisted The urge To Click The "Like" Button For The Chump Roll; I Fear It Will Be My Only Chance The Impetuous Social Media Interventionist Of My Web Superstition Could Decide For Me In The Moment To Grant My Perm Profile A Closer Look The Chump Roll Likes 1 Person Before He Following Me For The Gain That Was Blocked For Being Too Uncool Sequel Humor Insanity Is Not Really A Bit Widely Transmitted Hypocrisy Blinded By A Stock Index Fitting Joints Vile And Villainous A Man Demands A Scarlet Stitch Swaddled In Nasty Tendrils Divine Providence At Grief-Prone The Collar Of Justice Hoisted High On A Craiglist Follower Woven From The Very Seeds Of Tumblr Wisdom In All Its Formal And Exploitative Anguish Fitted Teeth Torrential Downpours Recurring Nipples Contagious Cystitis Thirst For Blue Bloods Absurdity Comforting The Despoiled But Not Insane Twitching Venom Tweets Spinning The Wheel Of Crime Empowered By The Pre-Existent The Great Dissolve Of 2011 The Unspoken Alliance Recalled Three Years Ago Picked Apart The Strange Taboos Intended To Secure The Page Like A Loaf Of Frozen Carp Floating On A Solitary Cloud Taxonomy Of Disappointment While Observing A Five Year Old Boy Playing With Crayons Bitmap(s) Retweeted Improvisation Of The "Song" So As To Not Mine The Tweets For Materials In A Sylladoom Starting Strength I Am At Your Service Sailing Blind Through The Graveyard Of The Social Minotaur Mental Catastrophe Co-Occurring With The Worst Case Scenario A Picture Has Never Left My Mind Creating Pre-Cogs For A Virtual Junkie Moment By Moment By Moment My Reminiscences Begin To Build A Chronological Timeline The Scratch Goes On And On And On Sealing My Own Finger With It Galvanizing My Brain And Gushing Blood From Its Tomb On One Side And From Its Ghost In The Wall On The Other Side I Am Building A Profile Which Will Likely Be Contain Toward Mine Alone Relying On My Personal Narrative As Written By My Mother Less As Six Figures And Ten Millennia Past And Future Seeming As For Months Past And Future Humor And All That Was Laid Begun Striking Out At The Same Time Episodes Will Be Dedicated To Shorter Titles Setting The Boundaries For My Story And What Kind

unusually disjointed yet weirdly cool sample I got from a finetuned GPT-2 just now

#you could put parts of this to a beat #computer generated text