1= @guatecoop = drums
2= @standup = bass
3= @pfoo = ms-20
4= @burrsettles + GPT2 = lyrics, vocals
this arrived with a crazy distorto-party vibe i had no idea what to do with. so i decided to start typing stream of consciousness story-telling stuff, and then throwing some of it at a neural network language model called GPT2 to see if it had any suggestions. so i collaboratively wrote this mildly entertaining nonsense with and AI for about 30-45 minutes. this is what happened. you're welcome!
so i was walking down king street last saturday, when i saw this guy standing right next to me ... he was like 20 years old, and he was really short. i started asking him how he got so short. and he said it was because when he was a kid he was always in trouble, he had a bad temper and he was always breaking stuff. he was a big kid , about 180 pounds and about as tall as i was when i was 12 years old. he had this white t-shirt and black shorts and a huge smile. i was so impressed. then i realized the guy was sitting next to a huge sign that said, "healthy ladies!" i wasn't quite sure what that meant. but i read it anyway. it's not every day you get to meet someone so incredibly talented in their field. i told him that he was the nicest person that i'd met in seven years at least. he asked me if i wanted to go for a hike in the hills behind his house. i told him no, i couldn't even walk. my legs hurt. but the sign was so beautiful and encouraging! i decided it would be best if i didn't have any more problems.
if i were to give you a high five, for all of the years of this jive, would you please send it to my inbox to make me feel alive?
so i was hanging out again last week. it was a tuesday. it was like, almost a year ago since i last saw anybody smoking or eating outside of their house in the morning. this was the peculiar thing, though, i could always smell cigarettes but never the faint odor of freshly cooked food. i started taking walks a couple times a week because my back was sore from all the sitting and stuff.
if i were to give you a big hug, for all of my fertility drugs, would you please come to my apartment and sweep underneath the rug?
wednesdays are usually my favorite. you're going to feel great and be able to do anything! it's like having a mini-festival in the middle of your week. the only thing that stops you is the amount of time you spend getting ready, but it's worth it. at least i think so.
if i were to give you a wet kiss, for all of the movies we missed, would you please send add my name to your christmas card mailing list?
so there you have it. all this time i didn't understand why my mother would just keep telling me to lie down and shut up whenever i asked her for advice. she 's not that great at needlework, anyway. but i've always loved it. now that i know, it's a whole new level of job satisfaction , and a whole new kind of self- worth. but maybe that's just the thing: just because you love someone doesn't mean that they're going to be able to listen to you sneeze your lungs out for half an hour every friday night. at least i know that to be true in my case. anyway, thanks for listening, mom! love you. and stay safe.