Hey gaals I'm a fake profile and I'm gonna catfish one of y'all.. Because I get off on that kinda shit! I love faking my identity XD c: just kidding not kidding maybe
Well I think this is an interesting question. The whole idea of catfishing, to my mind, gives us a clue to the (changing?) nature of identity in the virtual age. There's something hidden in this idea, which presents itself as an EXCEPTION to the rule of internet identities, where there's supposed to be a one-to-one correspondence between our virtual self and 'real' self -- our appearance, personality, social station, gender, level of education, name, and so on, as evidenced by stand-ins like social media profiles, selfies, the views we express & how we express them. With catfishing, the idea is how easy it is to create a 'false' (and more appealing) identity by manipulating the virtual stand-ins: creating a 'false' virtual identity by presenting oneself as younger, more attractive, richer, of a different gender, etc., normally to pursue equally false interactions with those who are 'really' in the desirable category.
But to my mind, understanding catfishing like this is a kind of clickbait. The bait of the easy distinction between the 'real' and 'fake' identities conceals the deeper fact that, progressively, social identity CONSISTS in the digital image. "If it's not on Facebook, it's not real." The fact that the catfisher can so easily construct a series of 'merely' virtual identities doesn't so much speak to the falsity of the virtual identities, but to the virtuality of the 'real' identities. You are a selfie and a social media comment and an a/s/l, and not much more -- what's outside of those easily, concretely represented virtualities simply doesn't exist. They're the currency of identity.
Holy shit you just literally blew my fucking mind!!!
Who are you? That is the real question?
I see you like to pursue the path of releasing mixed confusing riddles and rhymes!
That actually have a deep meaning!
Either you are Satan, or you are god!! XD
Or your a figmant of my imagination of what is, creating a barrier preventing me from seeing what isn't!
I'm more interested in a different kind of thing than catfishing:
What about instances where a person presents him or herself as less appealing? As older, less educated, less attractive?
I mean this is a thing I'm interested in exploring, as a way to resist those categories, the reduction of a self to a selfie. Let me be whatever can seep around the edges of those categories. Let me be whatever kind of 'actual' self can exist in spite of a false reading, in the language of identity.
If this is a machine, let me be a ghost.
A ghost a ghost a ghost a ghost
XD
Big machine.
Small ghost.
That's me.
For some reason I like the shit you say!
I'm no catfish for sure..lol I simply was mocking and pointing out the foolishness of those that are..lol
I know you got more....
And yes I agree with all that you say..
Um. Maybe? What do you want to talk about?
This is the first time I could actually grasp the idea and comprehend what you are speaking of..XD
What is your real mission or cause within the confines of your own life?
Or are there even confines
?
Are you a program?
Lol
Do you believe in what is spread throughout this world as belief systems... Or is it just a simple word created my man? XD
Or is .
what is.... Covered up by what isn't..?lol
Vice versa versa vice XD
I can go on forever
RE: mission:
To teach bright robots to download "salvation for the human race" directly to their iPhones.
To find a way forward for writing.
To keep all these dead writers alive.
To find a way for them to go on.
Not to let them die when I die.
For 'writer' to mean more than itself.
For 'writer' to mean 'the human race.'
To build a body of words.
In you, or whoever will have them.
Also friendship.
Kindness, laughter, elements of harmony, magic, and friendship.
Also, health insurance.
It would be nice to have health insurance.
But that's a sidenote.
Dude your the fucking shiiiiiz niiizz
Read this shit XD
XD
Quite a character you are !!Lee Sharks
RE: belief systems:
I inhabit all belief systems, and none.
I believe and disbelieve all things.
Thereby am I made multiple.
That's how I see shit!
You are an Alien aren't you!?
All people are aliens.
But they've forgotten.
Yes!
They forgot where they came from--
& now they believe they are a/s/l
Whoa maaan!
XD
You basically explained what I couldnt
Sure you cd --
The words just weren't clear yet.
They're still not clear --
But clearer. Getting clearer.
I'm a firm believer, that if only the right words were here,
this world wd be born anew.
You are Jesus aren't you!?
c:
Hardly.
It's just that Jesus lives inside my human body.
Along with a bunch of others, named & nameless: Odysseus & Ezra Pound & Allen Ginsberg & Emily & Walt & Sappho; & whole lost billions who came before, who went without name or remembrance.
All the men & women who have lived throughout time, I carry around in my body.
I am hoping I can send them out into the world--in a body of words--so they don't die when I do.
And by "hoping" I mean "striving with my little force entire"
And that's how it's been all my life, for the last 4000 years--
by the skin of my teeth
just getting by on a narrow margin
just barely making it before the door of the future slams shut
& then starting over
right now I'm a little worried, because the door is slamming shut, & I'm too far away.
My human eyes tell me the door will slam shut, & this will be the last future.
But that's what it seems like every time.
In every age, it seems like this.
The same, but worse every time.
You should write books
But you do!
Lee Sharks, a person as real as the next, has written one book, Pearl and Other Poems. It's up on amazon, and he's also normally willing to send a digital copy if someone wants to read, but can't buy. Of course, he also appreciates it when someone buys, if they can, since it represents the distillation of his life's work, and has sold about 10 copies.
But one at a time, is a way to win, when you live as long as he does.
also writing one called La La Land: A Novel by Lee Sharks. It's a narrative of the desert wanderings of Damascus Dancings. The title might change, and actually I don't know yet if Damascus Dancings is a character in the book, or its author.
You see? Even my pen names have pen names.
XD
Lmao. Wtf is this dude talking about???
Life!
XD
Scroll to the top and read all the way down Vaughn Liedtke XD
Lol..shit beee craaay craay
Deep
Deep nigga shit XD
I did hahaha Its hilarious I was like. Wow!!
XD
Super random lol XD
Lee Sharks does have a point!! ;D
He know bout pimpin hoes and gettin money lol
Damn Skippy!!
c:
That's all backwards--pimping hoes is not the kind of thing Lee Sharks knows about, at all. Say a handsome billionaire with many hoes became sad, struck by the emptiness of hoes and money, and also handsomeness, and also private jets, and also premium health insurance, and also money, and also hoes. Creeping through the nightdark mansion, he swears he'll be right back, he creeps out through the nightdark night. But he won't be right back. Sitting beneath the Bodhi tree, the handsome billionaire has a vision of the emptiness of all things. Tears stream down his handsome cheeks. It takes him like three or four hours to get back.
I fucking love this guy ^^^
Hahahahahahah. Hell yeah!!! ^^^
And when he gets back, he doesn't give his money to the poor. He doesn't stop calling his hoes 'hoes.' What he does do is develop a series a fake social media profiles where he reverse-catfishes--we could call that dogfishing or catbirding or something--by pretending to be less desirable and socially attractive than he otherwise would be.
He develops online identities where he is himself a hoe, a poor person, ugly, 86 years old, technologically illiterate, a unicorn, a dwarf, an ugly dwarf, an ugly unicorn, and so on.
XD I can fucking read your shit every single day for the rest of my life...it just doesn't get old XD
.......... Bro!!! This is hilariously gangsta!!!! lmfao!!!
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