I have received comments today on recent works of mine that have been exploring a stream of consciousness voice to open broader questions around perception and truth in the role of the narrator in modern Western online forum short literature.
Some have noted that the content of one of my pieces (titled 'Being a bitch again about Hooverphonic - but hey, that guy started it!') technically fails the Turing Test, the benchmark of artificial intelligence advanced enough to seem human (previously used on Moopy to justify bans for jonathan and Jaetike, with investigation pending on current member 'Hak'). I for one was deeply personally wounded by comparisons to spam users over the years using incoherent foreign language posts intending to defraud Moopy for profit, given I am a non-profit organisation currently running very heavy losses each year for attention.
'Being a bitch again about Hooverphonic...' (the seventh piece in the series) took as its base a few key ideas with resonance in the popular experience - hostage scenarios, the 2017 performance of City Lights where Blanche realised she'd forgot to turn off the oven and left her ostomy bag in there before she went onstage, meeting someone you hate at a hotel breakfast bar,
@straightorbroken posts, that guy in Hooverphonic who wouldn't join in Love Shine A Light last year because he didn't like the song, Diddy's increasingly terrifying opinions about songs he doesn't like and that he emotionally responded to the Et uus saaks alguse performance like Michelle Visage did when Roxxxy Andrews took off a wig and had another one on underneath, and posting wildly disparate and increasingly vivid textual portraits online in attempts to feel something and make people like and have sex with you.
Having not slept for several months and being high on paintstripper I had mixed with wine made under a radiator, my vision was poor at the time, and morale as a typist low after being fired that day for a typo regarding my line manager's smashing bobs and vagene which received allegations of sexual harassment (I had not meant to refer to my line manager but instead Madonna). The hazy effect that this filtered my already abstract methods through made the overall piece particularly challenging and resistant to obvious immediate interpretations (a lesser artist would call you basic - I will write two abstract lines essentially calling you basic)
I still believe the piece to have been a success, and invite people to recognise this in cultural reassessments of it over the coming years