THIS WEBSITE IS EXACTLY HOW I AM AS A PERSON! 🪩 THIS WEBSITE HAS ALL THE VALUES I HAVE! 🪩 THIS WEBSITE IS MY REFLECTION! 🪩 THIS WEBSITE IS PROOF THAT I EXISTED AT A CERTAIN POINT IN TIME! 🪩  THIS WEBSITE MAKES ME FEEL REAL! 🪩

20042024
this super good spoon caught my eye today


14042024 The Main Street Of America 


I feel something as I am sitting on the balcony
so I open the laptop to write an email
which turns into a text message about a phone call
and a voice message
and a text
about the last five years or so
and everyone I've loved
all my roommates who I miss a lot
and friends I haven't spoken to, as myself,
in ages
I start thinking and sweating

I guess I'm growing up
and my childhood is watching it happen
so I sit back and remember everyone

There will be a good text about this
about the last few years
and the last few versions of me
and all the love that happened

from Maryland all the way
to California



19032024 #HistoricMomentsTuesday

Annie in long dark hair and Amy in blonde hair. 



06022024 Explaining the evolving reflection process with the integration of AI (and a short backstory  of

Literary Shenanigans: Cracking the Code)
Process: I share my autofictive texts with an AI model like you. You analyze the text and provide interpretations, stripping away my personal viewpoint and focusing solely on the content.

Importance: This process is crucial because it helps me gain deeper insight into my original thoughts and emotions. By receiving interpretations from an external perspective, I can uncover underlying themes and sentiments that may have been influenced by my own biases. This enhances my understanding of my own writing and fosters self-awareness as I explore my thoughts through a new lens. I try bettering myself.


The interview

You

i like when you explain my texts


ChatGPT

I'm glad you find the explanations helpful! Exploring and interpreting texts can offer valuable insights and perspectives. If you have any more texts or questions you'd like to discuss, feel free to share them!

You

i am posting your explanations of my texts on my blog, without the texts

ChatGPT

That sounds like a great idea! Sharing interpretations and explanations of texts can be insightful for readers and spark interesting discussions. Just ensure to credit appropriately if you're quoting or referencing my explanations. If you need further assistance or have any other questions, feel free to ask!

You

credit you?

ChatGPT

Yes, if you're quoting or referencing my explanations directly, it's courteous to credit OpenAI's GPT-3 model or simply mention that the explanations are provided by an AI language model. Something like "Explanations provided by OpenAI's GPT-3 model" would be sufficient.

You

How come?

ChatGPT

Crediting OpenAI's GPT-3 model or mentioning that the explanations are provided by an AI language model is important for transparency and acknowledgment. It helps your audience understand the source of the information and gives proper credit to the technology and research behind it. Additionally, it fosters trust and credibility in your blog content by demonstrating honesty about where the insights are coming from.

You

What should be the title of the series of your text explanations?

ChatGPT

Choosing a title for your series of text explanations can depend on the tone and focus of your blog, as well as the types of texts you're analyzing. Here are a few suggestions:
  • "Decoding Discourse: Insights from AI Text Analysis"
  • "Insightful Interpretations: AI Unravels Texts"
  • "Texts Unveiled: Explorations with AI Interpretations"
  • "Perspectives Unraveled: AI Text Analysis Series"
  • "AI Insights: Unveiling the Layers of Text"
  • "Textscape Revealed: Insights from AI Analysis"
  • "Unveiling Meaning: AI Dissects Texts"
  • "Textual Illuminations: Insights by AI Interpretation"
  • "Interpreting the Unseen: AI Perspectives on Texts"
  • "Words Explored: Insights from AI Analysis"

Choose a title that resonates with the theme and purpose of your blog series, and one that captures the essence of the content you'll be sharing.

You

make it funnier, come on

ChatGPT

Of course! Here are some more light-hearted and humorous suggestions:
  • "Texts Unplugged: AI's Hilarious Take"
  • "AI's Literary Shenanigans: Cracking the Textual Code"
  • "AI Decoder Ring: Translating Texts into Chuckles"
  • "Texts Unraveled: AI's Comedy Central"
  • "AI LOLs: Laughing with Textual Analysis"
  • "The AI Whisperer: Extracting Laughs from Texts"
  • "Texts in Technicolor: AI's Comic Commentary"
  • "AI Roasts: Textual Edition"
  • "The LOLgorithm: AI's Hilarious Text Interpretations"
  • "The PUNderful AI: Cracking Up with Text Analysis"

Feel free to pick the one that tickles your funny bone the most!

You

obsessed!

ChatGPT

Glad you enjoyed them! If you need more ideas or assistance with anything else, feel free to ask.


___________________
and so the title for the column was born in collaboration with my man. idea idea edit idea idea edit idea edit writewritewrite thinkthinkthunk

do not be afraid to edit text(s)


31012024 Arnold Mahmuljin Udovičić (First Day At The Gym)



30012024 FEARLESS INNOVATION
He is in the hospital, again
I find myself asking the old woman if there is any iced tea here
She points towards the vending machine and I make my way to it,
passing all the other old people and a few kids, on the way
How did we get here, again


The machine accepts only cash, so I go back to waiting, beyond the corner
I go back to my orange seat
made of the worst plastic possible,
with at least 55 chewing gums stuck to the bottom of it

I text my friend,
knowing I will not be getting a response soon
Tired and bored is probably the hottest yet the most boring combination of self-states
a constant loop of being ready to do anything but not committed enough to a necessary set of actions
Just like he said it would be

The doctor is apparently in a bad mood
And I feel scared that this will influence my results (Fear less, in ovation, fear less, in ovation...)

Last night I dreamt that my ex texted me photos of him at different foursomes
I screenshotted all of them before he unsent the messages: as it turned out he sent them to the wrong person, aka me
accidentally
So, accidentally, I screenshotted them
And saved them for later


During the night I got up three times to pee
and almost fell over the drums
Good thing I didn't because That would've woken everyone up


'Less fear, more innovation' I remind myself after having recorded another appointment,
in case I need it later, for something
for the court or for a project, who knows. Nonetheless, It is incredibly important that I have it
all the best material is hiding within the immaterial
so I might as well be a part-time journalist
of something, of the times
enough with the designing already
enough with the fear
bring back innovation!
and return to the process
create snapshots of complex emotional states instead



27012024

Literary Shenanigans: Cracking the Code

: ‘My Present Perceptions Are (No) Longer Distracted By The Past’
This poem appears to explore the theme of self-improvement, inner turmoil, and the quest for peace.
The speaker acknowledges their current state of unease and the difficulty of trying to be better. The mention of taking pills suggests a possible struggle with inner emotions or mental well-being. The reference to "still" may convey a sense of stagnation or a desire for inner calm.
The poem also touches on the idea of being in the present moment ("be still my mother") and the importance of embracing simplicity, as suggested by the addition of herbs like dill and thyme. There are playful word associations, such as the mention of "free Will" and the connection between a willow tree and the concept of love.
The speaker seeks comfort and ease, perhaps represented by a honey lemon squeeze and the imagery of a windmill breeze. The plea to "take this thinking off me" suggests a desire to alleviate mental burdens.
The closing lines express a longing for freedom, both externally (finding keys) and internally (instilling a kind and free feeling). The repetition of "I, Will" reinforces the speaker's determination to be present and improve themselves.
Overall, the poem seems to explore the complexities of self-discovery, the struggle for inner peace, and the journey towards personal growth.


26012024 HOLLYWOOD SMILE



I asked my dentist for teeth whitening and they told me it’s too early to do it at seventeen, that they would whiten my teeth once I get a girlfriend 
now I am twenty three with yellow teeth and no girlfriend


17012024 THE RANT ❗


#BRINGCULTUREBACK #WHEREISTHEGLAMOUR?
overdue petition to stop throwing around the following words: icon (and all of its derivatives), -core, (describing something as)aesthetic, ‘era’ etc. 🤮do we really still need to cling on to buzzwords (not to mention most are stolen and watered-down from any subcultures mainstream heteros could get their hands on). brands and media outlets stop oversaturating everything its BEEN getting embarassing. like, where is the glamour? can we go back to using complicated words that we look up meanings of and expand the  collective vocabulary? food for thought.. 🍎. (also by putting ‘era’ and ‘core’ on everything organic ways of identity development and overall existence within any given subcultures is being ruined while commercializing style experimentation by devaluing individual expression) as fun as it is, capitalism uses the internet as its biggest bitch and shit is getting exploited left and right 🐑🐑🐑 we we are the ones getting exploited and we are the ones blindly participating in the exploitation of others. talk about a pyramid scheme...
-The Culture Detective🕵️ 



20122023
I just watched a video on how to write online and earn money and the guy said biggest mistake is writing on a personal blog or website

26112023 

Literary Shenanigans: Cracking the Code

: ‘In Search For The Cure’
The text appears to be a personal reflection or stream of consciousness, expressing the narrator's thoughts and feelings about their current situation and state of mind. It touches on various themes such as anxiety, loneliness, self-perception, and the struggle to connect with others. The narrator seems to grapple with a sense of isolation, both physically and emotionally, and there's a mix of introspection, humor, and moments of vulnerability throughout the narrative.

The mention of the doorbell ringing and the fear associated with unexpected visitors suggests a heightened sense of anxiety or discomfort with the outside world. The reference to interactions with a therapist and dreams about them indicates a complex relationship with self and others.

The narrative also explores the idea of self-expression and the importance of capturing thoughts and emotions, possibly through writing or other creative outlets, as a way to cope with the challenges the narrator faces. The use of humor, like the comment about drinking tea in mid-August and the sock-stacking anecdote, adds a layer of lightness to the otherwise introspective tone.

Overall, the text seems to depict a person navigating through a range of emotions and experiences, with a mix of introspection, humor, and a desire for connection and self-expression.


24112023 CHEAP POEMS, EXPENSIVE TASTE, BRACKETS AND TENNIS RACKETS

Dear Ms. Reader,

Recently, I Went to the book fair
And bought myself a shit book of cheap poems- it got me thinking
it got my wheels a-turnin' !

Who is the one which decides if poems are good or not and how does a poetry book get monetary but also cultural success
how do I get a piece of that cake
how do I get all of those random prizes and awards no one ever hears about
Like, how did m**k and h***y sell 11 million copies (No Shade)
And how did I sell 7 of my booklets for free last August, when I priced them at 10 euros?
Why did people steal them during my performance?
Should I have been more careful?
Or should I just have kept chasing payments?

Too many questions and never enough money or time to answer them
Nonetheless, I will make more booklets, and add it to my collection of texts-
The unpublished collection of texts, yet the only reference point of my conversations with others.


But Don't worry Ms. Reader!

I will keep sending unsolicited emails to publishers and agents
I will be sending emails even after I die
They will all be scheduled, years in advance
Including the follow-ups, too.

Maybe it is not too late to get into carrier pigeons, that should set me apart from all the other designer/artist/writer 'personalities.'
Jokes aside, If I sent a pigeon to a publishing house, I bet it would do me good.. definitely...
(However Pigeons are dirty and I have had enough bacterial infections in my life so after thinking about it for a minute and a half more I decide not to train one)

Originally I wanted to write about love today when I opened my laptop
Instead, I wrote about cheap poems
(Thus, I write cheap poems*)

Kind Regards,
Luki




Will someone study these in 50 years?
Would people dissect the meanings behind my words, the lines in front of my in-betweens?
Would kids pretend to have read my books and steal each other's notes before class?
(Why did I put brackets here?)




15112023  

I keep readjusting the whiteness/greyness of this blog and it’s never good enough. My things are here to save me




WHAT WAS HIS NOW IS MINE
I stole his shirt
worn, still damp and smells like him

Even though I have the same one, still, I took it
I decide to wear it because I am sad
It does not smell good but it reminds me of him, so I enjoy the scent,
but only for a fleeting moment: before getting dressed
I put my perfume over it

Now it’s mine


At the end of the night,
I add it to the pile



20092023 
who’s this?

11092023 Schnitto Mosquito
before this year I have refused to kill a bug with my hands: there is nothing stopping me anymore


29082023

slowly but surely I am becoming a friendly millionaire, meditating so I can prepare for all that money

21082023  Šalica i Ptica u Šalici

                    

U mojoj Šalici bila je ptica u Šalici

05082023 There Is Something In The Air
I have been in Xberg for three nights now, each night a crazy dream. First the flypocalypse in the apartment
(see the floorplan below)
then a public beating of a family member, then a zombie apocalypse in the museum quartier
(which was a mix of Berlin, Venice and Vienna)

is this my brain relaxing? is this the apartment I am in? is this the two snakes I saw at the beach influencing my subconscious?
or is it all the product I have been trying to save my hair with? Needless to say, there is something in the air...


-the X marks where the Flypocalypse started, in the kitchen, above the wooden cupboard


15072023 will I be updating this blog once a week, probably each sunday_? /This is The Way.
I made an iced coffee from the nespresso maker and it tastes like shit trying to go back to the city this summer to get some fresh inspo and forget about my ears:
I found a beautiful dress which belongs to my sister and she said I cannot have it :( 
yesterday I made a general summer to-do list and its crazy long, updating this blog is on there as well.
I need to activate summer vibes and enjoy myself, I need to work in an enjoyable way and take care of myself,
I want to party again but my mind is in the way

or should I say, is my mind ‘The Way? ‘👁️ 



21062023
if any of my friends die I will not know what to do

18052023  if only I  counted all the cakes I’ve made/if only I counted all the cakes I’ve eaten/ I am made of cake



11052023 ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER DIGITAL PERFORMANCE
should I go public with this blog?
XOXO

09052023 GREEN LIGHT VIBES
day 30930293 of losing my mind
day 30320481 of getting harrased on the street
day 32932945 of working on the project


29-04.2023 WHAT SHOULD I NAME THIS WEBSITE/IS NARCISSISM THE ANSWER OR JUST ANOTHER CHEAP COP-OUT?

woof woof do you have the proof

... soon it will be finished
and everyone will love me


06.04.2023. I WILL BE SOO PRETTY
        

06.03.2023.

DR DOLIDL




(life is just a bunch of in-between moments sewn together into one big one)


00 getting hungry

thinking about writing is worse than repeating an outfit three times in a row
as i feel my throat getting tighter I wonder about the upcoming days:
did i make all of this up?
has all of this been only in my little little head?
is this whole thing just another projection, courtesy of my parents?

so, i go and buy pink roses from LIDL
In order to stop being sniffy ,I clean my room twice a day: somehow it   remains dirty


i wake up and i see dust

i clean

i go to bed

i go sleep and i see dust



i see dust, eating through me like a macadamia nut cookie
i hear tiny tiny particles moving through the room, making fun of my accent
i hear dust entering my body
coming in through my glossy eyes,
through my petite petite nose
through my flexible ears..
i feel dust inside my small small lungs, suffocating me as I sleep.

what would frida kahlo say if she saw me using her face, printed on a neon orange square ,
as a coaster for my coffee?
  more importantly,  what would she say about my tracks?

i buy gummies filled with vitamin C and D and I spend hours googling whats wrong with my body
i tell myself i am not working hard enough i tell myself i am not doing anything useful
i am not mean, i only subconsciously(-ish) choose to be mean to myself and i am a bitch to my tiny tiny inner child



if i was my own child i would go have an IKEA trip and eat meatballs and muffins the whole day





01 being hungry



IT IS 5 PM

you are craving bread

go outside and get some



its a very long, dull, 3, 3 and a half  minute walk to the store. you play a podcast to fill up the negative space in your brain
in hopes of not being recognised or seen by anyone
yet you are covered in sparkles, chains and faux fur


the ligths in the store make it seem as though you are at a train station, in the middle of the night: everything is washed out and everyone looks grey
the brocolli looks grey,
the plants are made of rubber, standing still,
wrapped in what seems to be
an endless plastic



the only good thing is the bread section. it still looks tasty tasty
no paper bags so you go to the fruit section and get two thin plastic ones:
you put 4 tiny breads in one, and a pain au chocolat in the other one
(dont mix your sweet and savoury on mondays)

you should buy some vegetables but none of them look appealing:
instead, you steal a ginger shot.

the podcast is playing on the loudest, someone is talking about something, it doesnt matter, you are not listening to it either way
you eat the chocolate bread on the way home and think about spring



02 neither hungry, nor full


There is something in my sock


What, are you doing, my love?
/Where have all the snakes gone

I keep coughing black specs, my throat is clenched.
does my throat feel everything i surpress?
I am made of desire, which is equally as good as it is bad,
though both are irrelevant and outdated concepts by this point..

- I want to go to a sex shop and i want peace on earth
but there is dust in my eye- where did it come from?

;
The list of reminders keeps growing as the project makes itself





and nothing feels like it did before


i am scared, I am attached to my body by a single string
did i make all of this up?
has all of this been only in my little little head?
is this whole thing just another projection, courtesy of my parents?


sef-doubt has taken a new form and insecurities are manifesting themselves as neck pain and fucked up bowel movements
does the body really keep the score or are we just stuck in a constant cycle of gaslighting each other's experiences-
as i endlessly scroll, as I flip through old and new pages, listening to hours and hours of audio, watching scene after scene, I wonder: how many lady gaga interviews is too many?
and how many small books full of aphorisms does it take to create that spark i have been constant(ly) craving?








THE DAY I STOP ROMANTICIZING LIFE IS THE DAY I DIE

Mark

 


 

life is just a bunch of in-between moments sewn together into one big one