I am really proud of myself for how I come up with these titles, honestly. Once I have a title in mind, it just opens up the ability to write freely about this idea while adding in my own experiences to relate a type of transformative storytelling associated with the perceptive narratives we place ourselves in.

Cathartic (adjective): Providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions; causing catharsis. "Crying is a cathartic release.

Every piece of writing becomes a transformation from my past self. To get past myself, because sometimes our past selves stand in our way, this process takes time before we may have the "moment" to express ourselves, giving us a release as pure as the four elements. Did the last part lose our common sense?

My need for oxygen to breathe grounds my intense fiery passion. I am not afraid to create this material from the top of my head. It's so honest, it doesn't even cost two fu**ing cents. But since it's uncommon, it may feel like I'm robbing the best. Apparently, some type of AI is copywriting and answering questions, helping the rest. Good job clicking a button; I guess that's something, but I'm still not impressed. This fire is burning wood; it’s not synthetically coded instant gratifications that are denigrated within seconds. Oh, it's getting harder to read this; I guess this AI has reached its limits.

Hey AI, correct my grammar. But what it spits out is completely different. I still have to use my own two eyes and my mind's time to edit back in my real voice that holds life, so we can feel it. Are there any humans alive who can see the difference? What do you mean everything I type isn't always right? Je*us, I'm not an AI genius.

I'm just one guy giving it a hell of a try. Sorry if my words sound simplistic. I'm just catering to the AI like a silicone machine, one click into the infinite. But my "AI" is spelled "MY" Mind's Eye. Its neurologic complexity interprets pathways electrically and systemically, causing psychological perceptivity to have an effect on how our perceptions determine everything.

That was "MY," not this AI. The only difference is a few extra minutes. This existence carries an essence, not typed questions. It's a type of wonder in my mind, not my typing, waiting for another loading AI.

Humans change from truly expressing themselves. Not another update to buy an AI subscription. Oops, I made a mistake. I meant to say "update by an AI subscription." I didn't mean to break our immersion from actuality thinking for a few minutes. Maybe I should double down on these meanings. I'm just trying to be open to more than one interpretation. If we don't forget, looking it up will be the same thing.

Simple times for the simpletons. I'm just as foolish and gullible as anyone. They say we're six feet away from each other and stuck in a bubble-bull. Ahh, yeah, you got me. I just made that up so I wouldn't get in so much trouble-bull. Gosh golly, lollipops are so sweet; they're lickable.

"This resonates with people who are invisible. Of course, I'm fu**ing great; I'm invincible. There's a thin line we won't cross called miserable. Demons screaming leave him; I'm not reasonable.
I'm a fool among these witty evil believables, leaving clues surely locked in news. I'm a fu**ing stupid dude. There's nothing to lose; I'm stuck to choose reluctantly. Oh, I feel stuck to move.

Maybe I'm more fu**ed up than you? Are you laughing at me? Who am I even talking to?

Walking, talking, cherry-picking; who? Oh, haha. Yeah, I heard that too. That means we both know the same things. That's cool. Now I can feel better about myself around you.

Sh*t, I've gone off-topic. This foolishness is driving me crazy, like toxic. Was it my own thoughts that caused it? I'm just a product of this lockpick.

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Here's part two: Disembodiment.

Yes! We have just passed this first stage of our beings feeling cathartic. It really does take a toll on our chests like a heartache. But we need to feel its draw from our heart rate. It's so real to a point we can taste it.

We're sick to our stomachs that we didn't make it. Somewhere out there, we're separated from ourselves, but there's no sense of self or separation. This new age oneness has our woeness in an everlasting dreamscape.

Good grief, I'm miserable while I'm awake within this. I can't even see myself to distinguish. Good gosh, there are a lot of definitions here defined in meanings.

By now, you should feel as crazy as I is. The joke is, I'm being a crazy, foolish, cathartic disembodiment of what I think, which leads to dysphoria. Some people call it a mental illness.

I call it what art is.

I Am a real human being who makes mistakes sometimes. Not AI.

Writing & Artwork:
© Travis Dob