Curing creativity

(a)

Be less creative.

It’d be great to be a normal, sports watching, errand running person. I mean I hit up sporting events, run errands, only not. As my date cheers or I steer: a collider under my face, a churn.

To talk to me making eye contact is to talk to your grandmother using a cookbook or LLM.

It has to be this way as I cannot afford a cabin in the woods. My cabin in the woods is the subtext of all calendar items.

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(b)

It is not that I want to be less creative it is that I no longer want to be a creative.

The noun thing.

I was assigned a noun without permission and also hella other people are assigned the same noun because Adobe Creative Cloud.

This is morale-squelching but moreover it is as anti-art as it is ubiquitous which is to say a kind of memetic glyphosate.

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(c)

Not only do I hate the noun, I am not a professional.

Didn’t have the balls. I listened and kept the day job.

What they don’t tell you about not jettisoning your fallback plan is that not only does your fallback plan become central time-wise but it rinses the punk rock/underground hip-hop/graffiti writer right out if you.

Your sharp edges get sanded down by years of tolerating Kafkaesque horseshit. Kafka’s problem was never giving in to insurance agent-tude.

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(d)

I would like to enjoy being unremarkable.

It is the unremarkable’s yearning to be otherwise that hobbles.

I no longer wish to be the low status interesting person. I will settle for being the low status anesthetized by intelligent material possessions person.

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(e)

Software can do what I do.

All generative human endeavors are about to become the jazz band in the lounge.

It better not be your identity.

(No disrespect: cocktail lounge jazz bands. Actually: all respect. You are un-re-marketability at its best.)

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(F)

is for family.

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shoutout: Francesca Bell

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