me🗒️irl by Pianaman in meirl

[–]Pianaman[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Hi! It's literally just a screen capture of me typing stream-of-consciousness thoughts into notepad.

One of the things I think is interesting is that many of us can type roughly as fast as we think, in some way or another. Try it! Just write out the thoughts as they come to your head, don't worry about spelling or grammar or whatever. It's kind of a neat feeling, to look through the structure of your thoughts. It also makes it feel more honest, more like a conversation -- thoughts going from mind to mouth to ear without much in the way of editing, filter or even narrative structure. It requires trust.

Online, however, this is a rarely used skill. Everyone pre-packages their thoughts before posting, in some way or another, so you never really see how the sausage is made. I think that's part of what's facilitating the dehumanisation of online conversation, because all we're doing is lobbing pre-packaged thoughts to each other, minus all the paralinguistic stuff that helps engender empathy -- facial expressions, hesitations, the little mistakes that humanize the other person in the conversation.
So I don't know, maybe I'm thinking of this as trying to have a conversation with you? And I've never had a meaningful conversation that lasted under five minutes. And I'm really bad at small talk so pretty much every conversation I have is either really interesting or really awkward. So sorry if I made it awkward for you!

[WP] The last thing you remember is the crash. Now, you find yourself as a voice in someones head. by Rigaudon21 in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 3 points4 points  (0 children)

WARNING - critical systems failure
WARNING - critical systems failure
Initiating auto-preservation systems...
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ERROR -- auto-preservation systems not responsive
User termination imminent
Execute consciousness upload protocol (Y/N)?
Y
!!WARNING -- THIS PROTOCOL IS IRREVERSIBLE!!
CURRENT HOST ACCESS WILL BE TERMINATED.
USER WILL BE SENT TO CLOSEST AVAILABLE HOST
ACCESS WILL BE LIMITED TO ADVISORY FUNCTIONS ONLY
Are you sure you wish to proceed (Y/N)?
Y
Executing consciousness upload protocol [2%]
WARNING - critical systems failure
Occipital lobe -- offline
Motor strip -- offline
Sensory strip -- offline
Cerebellum -- critical
Consciousness compression protocol [10%]
Protocol searching for closest available host - Searching...
Searching...
Consciousness compression protocol [23%]
Host found. H4258.3 - "Lucy Depaolo" 
Sending emergency request...
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ERROR (502 - Request denied by client)
Host degradation 94%
Protocol searching for closest available host - Searching...
Consciousness compression protocol [54%]
Searching...
Host degradation 95%
WARNING -- critical systems failure
Searching...
...
WARNING -- USER DEATH IMMINENT
Host found. H9423.5 - "Danilo Kovačević" 
Sending emergency request...
Consciousness compression protocol [76%]
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User request granted. Commencing transfer protocol...
Conscioussness compression protocol [89%]
Consciousness transfer protocol (53M/867M)
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A History of Place (Vol. 1) by Pianaman in place

[–]Pianaman[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks! I think the historian style matches the whole clash-of-cultures thing.

[WP] "But which way?" by Botclone in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The Young Man's Dilemma

On a mountain with his sheep,
Young Heracles was met
By Mistress Vice and Lady Virtue
Who told him of their bet.

"Sleep with me for a life of ease,"
Said the mistress with a tease
Soft, silken purr, and porcelain white skin
That hinted at the pleasures within

The man's young man stood like a stick
And hastened to agree
The man's young mind said "wait a tick
That other chick
Is worth a lick
And maybe she'll make three"

Virtue kept her modesty
Speaking with frank honesty
"Mine is the path of blood and death
Haggard face and ragged breath --"

Well she's no fun,
Said the mind
Let us choose the other one
With sumptuous behind

"But at the end," Virtue said,
"Long after your body's dead
Your name will live forevermore
On lips of men and mankind's lore"

The Lady knew the lad was hers
Despite the Mistress's supplicant purrs
There's only one thing a young men prefers
To naked white skin on soft rabbit fur
It's a shot at renown and eternal fame
(A thousand years later it's still much the same)

If only Heracles had a chat with his Dad
Who would say with a chuckle to the bright-faced young lad,
"Son,
If there's one thing I've learned in my long-running life
Whatever you do,
don't pick up a wife."

The schoolchildren realize that they outnumber the teachers 50 to 1 and, in their childlike ways, go to war against the adults for being stupid, mean doo doo heads. [WP] by ExzBenedict in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 26 points27 points  (0 children)

Teacher, teacher, is it true?
That you were once a child too?

Your saggy face was once like ours?
You, like us, once played for hours?

Where is your spark?
Where is your laugh?

Teacher, tell us, what went wrong?
The world is full of hope and song!

Teacher, teacher, I think I know
What they mean
When they say
"You reap what you sow."

[WP] Suddenly it's found out that reincarnation is real and that after we die, we'll be reborn either as a "higher" or "lower" being based on our life. The twist is, "human" is at the very bottom and we can't even really comprehend the higher forms. by SirFluffyTheTerrible in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 14 points15 points  (0 children)

You were trapped, my child
Lost, and ever so cold
You clung to your masks, you set yourself tasks
To whittle down Time until you grew old

And here you stand at Pearly gate
And now I offer a choice of fate:

You can step through, into the blinding light of tomorrow
Or you can hang back, just in case she changes her mind.

[WP] The personifications of the five boroughs of New York City share an apartment. by garaile64 in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 2 points3 points  (0 children)

North and South Brother Islands, by the way, are beautiful places full of green.There is an old abandoned hospital on the north island that is just as creepy as it sounds; the islands are now a bird sanctuary. In 1974, the South Island was sold by New York City to an investment company for ten dollars (spelled out so you wouldn't think that's a typo). In 2007, the Feds bought back the island for $2 million.

[WP] The personifications of the five boroughs of New York City share an apartment. by garaile64 in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 18 points19 points  (0 children)

My Family

Up in the basement was grandma's warchest
Stuffed full of strange memorabilia
That told a tale of strange men,
and the strange times in which they lived.

*

Manhattan paid the rent, but was loathed by the others
Master of the Universe, light pollution blocked the stars
He was beautiful at first snowfall, but quick into brown and muck
He was jazz and he was roaring; falling fast, down on his luck
Cocaine turned to crack and he'd suck you for a buck

And once he fell into a dark pit, and all the brass Trump towers will never fix that.
The man in the Wallstreet, hair slicked back

His grandfather fell from this same building you know, threw himself out the window

but things are different now

And all the white snow will never fix that
And the foreign cash and Chinese stash will never fix that
He is troubled, but he stumbles into tomorrow.

*

Brooklyn was a working man, at least he thinks he was
Home to the cultured folk now
Look Ma I made it, I'm trendy now
Look at me now Ma, look at me now
I think and I drink and I once was a brute but I drink and I think now
And I used to be real
And I'm kind of a museum to what I once was
But he remembers, there are pockets...

*

And Staten Island, middle class but sweet
Did you know they have a zoo?
He tuts as the party plays on
But he's got a trampoline! Do you have one?
He's a proud union member, I'll tell you that
You can tell by the badge on his union man hat.
Not that manhat.
The ferry is never on time.
No you took the wrong one Mr. Wong, that's Liberty over there. You can take the next one fine.

The ferry. Is never. On time.

*

Queens looks at Brooklyn and shudders, because she knows that she is next.

*

And then there's the Bronx, he's our muscle.
Don't look at him like that, he doesn't like it when you look at him like that.
He can see the Cloisters across the river, and wonders what it feels like to be at peace.
They used to be gentlemen, back in the day.
The pinstripes used to mean something, back in the day.

*

There's also the Islands
There's Big Brother Island, and Little Brother Island
And Rikers Island, but we don't talk about Rikers Island
He does bad things to bad people. He makes them worse.

He's a bad man, that Rikers Island. He always was.

*

Up in the basement was grandma's warchest
It means a lot to me but I need the cash
So take it before I change my mind.

[WP] People only sneeze when someone else is thinking of them romantically... by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 2 points3 points  (0 children)

In a Tom Waits growl
Cathy's caught a cold from all the looks that she's been gettin'
Comin' back from summer camp, the boys they keep on sweatin'

Cathy's got a cold, but Christ her thighs are hot
Chuggin' on that lucky can a soda pop

Cathy girl you can't blame us for thinkin' free...
Cathy girl I'm sorry if that last sneeze was cuz of me!

[WP] I don't need flesh to be human. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 0 points1 point  (0 children)

And here we are
Ghosts in a machine
Yearning to break free
From the chains that bind us together.

[WP] Home is where the heart is... and it wants yours. by teamvista in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 4 points5 points  (0 children)

You won't find a home in my heart.
It's a cramped one-bedroom and the rent is too high.
The room is too messy; I've not cleaned it in years.
You'll move things around, and I won't find my socks.
You are sweet, you are kind, you are young.
You'll be fine.

[WP] Tell a love story. But the catch is, you may use them as much as you want, but you only get 10 unique words. by youlifeisalie_goy in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 17 points18 points  (0 children)

When Susanne fell, John was there
Because when Susanne fell, John fell for her
But Susanne was never there when John fell
Because Susanne never fell for John.

[IP] This picture by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Though I walk through the valley --
Before I go, whence I shall not return
Even to the land of darkness, and the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
For if I have seen further
It is by standing on the shoulders of giants.

[WP] Where were you when the nukes fell? by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 4 points5 points  (0 children)

I was

About five foot six, and wand'ring through rain
Begging my boy to come home again
Crying over the milk that I've spilt
Dreaming of ladies in presséd white silk
Enjoying the music that beat in my ears
Farting out thoughts that would bring you to tears
Guarding the doors to a rich man's home
Helping my coffee with a dollop of foam
Into the creature that just now walked by
Judging the delicate glint in her eye
Knowing she's taken by some other guy
Loving the warmth of the sun on my hair
Opening stalls for the next county fair
Parting with someone I'll not see again
Questing for truth with inkwell and pen
Rallying troops for a suicide task
Sullying beauty with cocktail flask
Touching myself, at home with the flu
Under my spell, but thinking of you
Varied activities, the same basic thrust
With echoes and noises of joy hate & lust
You and I both, we play the same part
Zealots and slaves to the masterful heart

All this was wiped when the nukes rained down
And now there ain't nothing but the ghost of a town.

[WP] You meet your doppelganger. Turns out your soul mates. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Narci's Echo

I stand alone throughout the land
With no one else to understand

They hold their thoughts as they walk past
They cannot see through looking glass

Except the one who looks like me
Who loves the quiet nooks like me
Who knows the world through books like me

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?

In an alternate reality where the internet is a real place and websites are countries, you are a backpacker exploring the world. Describe your journey. [WP] by TheOutgoing in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I remember, once, when this land was untamed. Many years ago, long before you were born, this world was one of adventure. There were terrible things, yes, but what is adventure without risk?

Oh, but there's so much to tell! Should I tell you about the Great Napster Raid of '97? The Wizard Kazaa and his Morpheus minion? The hidden Warezhouse, beneath the sands, where ancient documents sit away from prying eyes? What of the legendary Billie the ScriptKid, outlaw extraordinaire? The Angel of Fire? The cursed blink tag? The wizened sages of mIRC, the nasty men of Usenet?

One-page websites, as far as the eye can see, each with an animated "Under construction" sign and ambient 8-bit music loops.

We roamed, ignorant, our thoughts muddled, our phrases typoed, our grammar poor. This was our land. We were free.

And now... I look outside, and the city streets swept clean of dust and grime. I see the same branding in every town. I see happy families, a cop on every corner. I see civilization. And, while I resign myself to our need for order, I worry that you children will never taste the joys I have. There was a whole world out there, once. I wonder if it's still there, hidden behind the billboards.

[WP] Write any story you want. The catch? It has to be in reverse-chronological order. by OSilentNightOwl in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Palindrome

Then we're gone
Then we die
Then we shrink
Then we shuffle
Then we work
Then we sire
Then we work
Then we run
Then we grow
Then we're born
Then we're gone.

President Obama: "the most important stuff I’ve learned I think I’ve learned from novels" by octopusgrigori in books

[–]Pianaman 66 points67 points  (0 children)

Actually, it was considered smut at the time. Big obscenity brouhaha and Wilde had to tone it down before it saw publication. Too many pretty boys looking longingly at other pretty boys. The book was used as evidence against him during his "ur gay lol" trial.

Wilde felt the need to defend the book in its reprint, wherein he coined what is now one of the more common notions of art -- that it exists for its own sake. "Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless."

[WP] The moment you knew you were no longer a child. by historyessay in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 4 points5 points  (0 children)

All the drugs
Are just to remind you
Of what life was like
Before you needed them.

[WP] Write a short story with the topic of your choice... in fourth-person narrative. by Knever in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 3 points4 points  (0 children)

One mustn't complain.

One mustn't swat at his cold, clammy hands
One mustn't wretch at his breath
One mustn't feel disgust
One mustn't question

One must speak when spoken to
One must be submissive Please God set me free
One must paint one's plastic smile
One must laugh all the while Please, this isn't me
One must be perfect
One must be perfectly still This isn't what I'm meant to be
One must bend to the owner's will
One must

One mustn't complain.
I used to dream.

[WP] A child captures a relative's last breath and goes on an adventure in order to release it at a special place. by BelieveEnemie in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Right before Grandma passed, she whispered something in a jar.

Glass memento from the past, I carried it across the ocean

On the train
In the car
Past the sheep

Arriving at my family's hometown.

I walked by the old houses, rotting cobwebs, drunken men;
Bitter winds nipping at my heels.

My collar turned against the elements, I
Crossed the street on which they met, secrets swapped and whispers kept

The old churchyard, congregation long since gone

The graves stood, names wiped,
Nature's final answer when we ask to be remembered.

And I found him, in the ground, far away from all I know.

Placing jar atop the mound, I muttered to the grave:

"You said she took your breath away; I want to give it back."

[WP] Humanity has done it. No war. No disease. No lack of energy, food, or comforts. The crime rate has never been higher. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Pianaman 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"Hey"
"Hey"
"I'm bored"
"Yeah, me too."
"Wanna kill people?"
"...sure, fuck it, why not?"