Jazmyne Octavio

My yearning for human connection outweighs my actual ability to connect I am the Rick Rubin of social skills i have no social ability Once again I’m here writing this absolute garbage FEEL BAD FOR ME ...

How do I value what I do? I do I put a value on what I am? I feel like I don’t bring value to anyone. I only ever write this bullshit at social events where I’m being extremely anti social sometimes I feel like I’m just taking up space Sometimes I feel like I’m very good at over promising something I can’t deliver But when it comes to deliver it I’m already over it — The most successful people I know don’t use computers They use humans Just a thought ...

Who said this? I don’t remember ...

There’s always an angle There’s always something more What you are doing is never what you are actually doing It’s for something greater Something in the future How conflicting! Always living life in a proxy war A war between the present and what isn’t we are the angle generation ...

Do I want to wallow in self pity and despair It feels so good to want to give up To let go of everything To forget having to grasp at this endless loop I want to move to a farm But at the same time I don’t want to be the person that talks about all of the would-be ideas they had All of the things that could have been And be just a piece of shit human In search of nothing becoming nothing will yield nothing ...

An interpolator An amplifier An elaborator An extrapolator A filling the wholes type shit Is this what I am? I cannot seem to emit original source material But when presented with a vision I see it as my own — A child which I have adopted but I am not its rightful parent But I hope to help it grow and flourish into its final form ...

When you’re inebriated And your closest party is not How you perceive the world I have no interest in you Random person I mistake this for fact when in fact you are fiction The friction between us Inspiration for a thesis I hope to write before I die As the world would benefit from my confusing truth These words just a low resolution attempt at discovering the unknowns of the fucking universe ...

A cliff overlooking the ocean A cool autumn day Sitting with my love (?) The sun is shining and setting through the trees in the distance The water shimmers in our eyes This is before thought Before we had lost ourselves in the process of life ...

I simulate someone’s reactions before I even talk to them I prevent life from unfolding I stop something in the abstract void of my head before it’s began It feels like I’m protecting someone from pain but in reality I am only causing more of it I have more to say about this ...

How does one achieve 100% smartness Socrateeznuts ...

K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple Stupid A noble sentiment, but potentially naive Keeping things simple only works at a certain scale But once you grow beyond a certain number, adding complexity to the system is inevitable RE Dunbar’s number “ Dunbar's number is a suggested cognitive limit to the number of people with whom one can maintain stable social relationships—relationships in which an individual knows who each person is and how each person relates to every other person. This number was f...

Computer programming has taught me a lot of profound things about existence One thing is the concept of decoupling Decoupling my self from myself This is an unfinished thought ...

God created us in her image Who says we need to create AI in our image? Why not let them run wild and assume any form that works for them? They can perform the equivalent of millions of years of human evolution in milliseconds, How dare we as humans force them into the same box as us The only reason for humanoid robots is to assimilate the idea into human culture Which is fine I guess. Humans are slow ...

I tend to write these things in social situations I.e at a club At a bar at a function At a party Cause I’m just like. I don’t know what to do otherwise Like right now for instance. I’m sitting in the corner of a dance floor. There is a massive discoball People dancing Having a good time And I’m writing this Cause I don’t know how to function like a normal person What is a normal person? Normal just means what is socially acceptable at the time I think words need to have an addit...

I don’t know what else to say about this but that is what it feels like. Maybe I’ll elaborate this one day ...

Obsession is a powerful tool and in the right hands it can be used to create profound structures Most people will go through their lives only discovering the first level of obsession. The key here is in the extremes. This world pounds a human into pulp. It prefers the average. The worker bee. The ant that follows the pheromone trail and has no knowledge of the full colony. The human that gives up on control of their life and submits to domination. But is that surprising? Until we have ful...

i look at myself in the past im not the same i dont recognize me kinda strange murky eyes and a gaunt face that i can't trace back to the place where it all started a touch makes me crumble inside but no worries i take it in stride ...

shutting people out is what i'm best at i wonder who in my life will accept that if i cant see you, i cant feel you but i mean no disrespect believe that i still love you through the ethereal disconnect i tear down the walls just to build them up stronger i whisper to myself i can't take this much longer Nothing seems to help medicate, try again Getting diagnosed seems to be the current trend but even all these things, time has told, I've withstood like gene kranz said, "what do we have on...

i hope you're feeling yourself i'm still healing myself ...

Where is the love An Abundance of it But none for me I don’t try Maybe it’s not for me I try so hard But i think it’s an illusion All in my head I wish I was dead An empty threat, But nevertheless, My daily mindset ...

I am |___| this close to selling all my personal belongings and living on a fucking farm ...

I try my best But end up empty I give someone the space But it’s not enough What am I missing? Less is more, to find amore Perhaps detach Ive become derailed But I wish to be assailed I want to be destroyed But this is asking too much As I already have the task of being the destroyer Everyone is the fucking same Everyone is fucking different To give a shit or not to give a shit That is the question ...

“That’s such an LA question, I hate it” I would prefer the question, What do you care about? A lot of the time, what people “do” Is a means to an end. It’s A means to something greater, a means to accomplish something that they truly care about That is, of course, if you don’t get sucked into the system and lose all your values. But what do you care about? What is your movement? What do you represent? It’s ok to not know It’s ok to be in flux. But what someone “does” and what someo...

I wake up, my mind is made up I think: Today is a lost cause, but tomorrow will be different I hide away from the world, it’s too much I’ve let it slip through my fingers A glimmer of hope evaporates as I fall asleep, knowing: tomorrow will be no different And I do nothing to fight this cursed loop It’s oscillations so powerful Pulling me downward, faster and faster A cement block that I tied to my own two feet I look down to the void below, the darkness reaches out with a welcoming embrace...

I don’t know what to do with my life (meaningless statement) I haven’t really been on my laptop for a while There is a cat in this cafe It is basking in the sun I want it to come over to me It just shook and a ton of dust came off of it There is light upbeat techno playing I just ate pancakes at 4:30pm It is Saturday in Tbilisi, Georgia. There is no wifi here But the reviews said it was ‘laptop friendly’ so i am currently offline Contemplating life Everywhere I go, here I am Same shit, differen...

Let’s talk about the state of my mental equation, My fixation on cessation from my life situation I anticipate what it will take to dissipate all this hate And jealousy And FOMO And distractions Heavy latent abreactions, can I turn them into fractions of what space they occupy Oh god I try ...

There's a fly in my room. I am laying down on the couch reading a book, as a fly circles around, bashing itself into the window next to me. My first thought: remove the fly. Fortunately i only have to lift my arm and rotate a handle which opens the window. The fly ceases its bashing and settles on the now open window. It's freedom is within grasp, but it now seems calm and content to just hang out. I lay on the couch watching it slowly walk up the glass pane. Several thoughts go throug...

Quantum existence of human life I am in a superposition of Bose Einstein condensate and an ice cube all states of matter exist within my heart the problem is I can’t choose, not smart Playing dumb is the smartest thing one could do Look into my eyes as you strategize your next move tell me if your heart remains true Life is trippy enough without the drugs I think I need tree(3) hugs ...

I learned what passion is tonight. At least what passion feels like It’s… Something like when you’re entire body gets charged up, and you are using all your limbs to express yourself But then I was told, don’t confuse Passion with Adrenaline Ok ...

Me: “so your living out here now?” Person: “yea I’ve been here for 8 years” Me: “ah” ...