My first public rough draft!
Okay, so this is where we finally go from "guy writes rants and tangents" and actually show you my writing. Because believe it or not, I am an actual writer! The PROBLEM is that I don't actually show any soul my writing. Despite the fact that it genuinely is good! The reason is because writing is a personal hobby, not a thing I pursue for work, but more like art. IN that case, I often just keep writing private and not share anything. But since this blog is my point of breaking the comfort zone, I'll show you all a glimpse then! I had an idea to be prompted. I asked an AI to give me a prompt and I fully wrote my draft with no GenAI use at all on writing it (My blogs are AI-free too, because why the fuck would I blog if it's just copy pasted AI slop?). here it is:
Mason looked through the passenger side window. The bright pink fluorescent light was obviously beckoning him. It was bright enough to be intoxicating. His mind was getting warm, fuzzy even. The sign's curves and swirls of ethereal pink light dawned in his palace. It felt good, not just any good, the shameful kind of good where you know people have spent centuries debating if it's even allowed. It's impossible to ignore that. The establishment itself was telling him to- "Mason? Hellooo?" His mind was interrupted. The daydreaming always ends when the soft-spoken voice of Aliya comes into his brain. "Huh?" he turns to look at his girlfriend. Mason and Aliya were in a car, on a Boulevard that had this strip club she used to work at. That's where the pink light was coming from. Aliya rolls her eyes "Mason... were you not listening?" he shakes his head "Oh... yeah, my bad." She sighs and rubs his arm "What were you thinking?" and that struck him.
Mason thinks 'is it really worth telling her? Probably...' and eventually he speaks "I was... kinda hoping we'd go in" and he really did. But Aliya kept staring at him for a few. She finally breaks the silence "You do realize we're here just so I can collect my last pay, right? I already quit for my office job." It was for them to afford rent not just easier but morally too. Mason nods "Right right... You're right. I'm wrong" She shakes her head and strokes his cheek "No baby, you're not wrong just... maybe you're not thinking straight?" She smirks "Putting too much blood down there instead of up here" She pokes his noggin, he smiles "Stop it~!" with a bashful glow on his cheeks. So he thinks.
Did he actually wanna stay here? Go in? He starts thinking maybe it's wrong. If he goes in, he might feel things he can't keep to himself. So as soon as he heard Aliya say to him "Hm... it's crowded. I'll just call my boss and maybe collect tomorrow morning?" he blurts "YES! Yes we do that!" She leans back, and smirks "Woah... someone is excited." He regrets blurting it out but confesses "I don't like the strip club... it makes me think stupid", Aliya hum "Mh, I know love, I knew from a mile away" and he chortles "Yeah... it was that obvious, huh?" She nods "Yep... Lets get your poor horny brain outta here." as she shifts into drive and turns her blinker left as she pulls out and drives out.
Okay... so, that's only a rough draft mind you. And I write short stories like this for fun. Legitimately. I love writing, NO KIDDING. I love it. I usually just slap on some music too in order to get into a mood. I usually make my own ideas too but in this case I asked AI. I'm gonna digress for now. AI can be cool but AI-slop and worship is gross. No more on that subject for me to say.
So, I don't really have any new song, so I'll just silently link a Plague Inc. song since there is a new disease scare news media is pushing, Hantavirus, so yeah, it's over, it's soo over we're all gonna die the red biohazard bubbles are bursting, DNA is being collected. lmao Song