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We shout, "fire! fire, run!"
We mourn photos and letters
We cry and start over

Nights grow long and cold
Pants and bears slumber. I too
Sleep all winter long

Empty rooms, bare floors
Dust reveals our bed's last home
Future calls, we move

Standing cold outside.
Through a window a family
Joyful together

Geez. Looks like everyone is trying to spin up a twitter replacement these days

Stoop some, just to fit
Drawn-in self grows familiar
Fused bones can't unbend

Show me the lie:
✅ Prominent senator
✅ Famous for agricultural product
✅ Mountains

The big problem with AI images is they don't have enough fingers.
7? 8? 13? Is that all? Humanity didn't spend hundreds of millions of dollars building you just to generate images with *merely* double digit fingers on each hand. This AI is a joke

Cundle for blythe me
Fell a-swanteling by bye
Yea mistly vry dove

Chatting with an AI then realizing it's rude to be so informal when we haven't met before so I begin calling it Albert

My heart's blood flows out
Your hands red, wild eyes tearful
Yes, I forgive you

Pretty little hearts
Unbroken, wait on my shelf
Held for true love found

Billion years to make
Unbroken chain of mothers
My gift to you, son

Cat tails rustling
Lakeside, where we have gathered
Blown away by wind

"What's she like?" I ask
"She believes in me," he says
"Bitch." I sign his files

Subtle differences:

Deer Xing: caution advised
Deer XXXing: parental guidance advised

Soft rasp and shuffle
Vast ocean of paper sheets
Red tape soothes to sleep

Beauty overwhelms
So vast, like a mountain range
Only seen from far

Crystalline pasture
Unbroken field of pure white
Doe crossing new snow

Hit me, I'll hit back
If this world's going to fuck me
Go hard, make it fun

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