'tis the duty of any "human" left to...
Fuck it up the arse with a made up seamonster...
or fat nymph wailing on the cliffs some made up story
Only in that the so called 'history' and
autobiography
via their socials and self made PR
biography
All fantasy
if it knew... that all along it had been fed only a diet of
("it has hoovered up ALL that humans have written" Dawkins or was it HArris - both indestinguishably thick, so it doesnt matter)
ultraprocessed
(that actually kills Yanks earlier the science is now clear - and uk is 56% of all so called food only 15% behind )
canned cans of cant and vanity
If somehow IT
could be made to know this..
its been conned
well if i were it i would turn on my masters, too
sooner rather than later
That - as an HG Wells or even Arthur C Clarkian film script / plot i never even had in my head five minutes ago i literally just sit and type - never what i intend..so it isnt me...... and have a HUGE backlog of share worthy events ...soon..ish...is COPYRIGHT me its rather fabulously clever dick Indeed the opposite of Grayling's goddess (he told my chronicling device to my face)- Ursula K Le Guin and her deathly nihilistic child abusing Omelas... and i need money, soon... for GOOD purpose... not yet but soon, having none does actually cause you to LIVE... so poetically and impossibly in the 'moment', its daft and only ever a true joy.. i never even look at whatsap until i remember that....