Top Secret:
“What’s something you believe everyone should know.”
Common sense. Everything else aside everyone should become familiar with and use the extremely easy-to-understand belief…Common sense.
Though it won’t happen because the human species is a collective hive of mental impairment (or what I like to say, retarded)
Now I’m going to smell my armpit and whistle Dixie while juggling kittens.
Whee!
to the Wind, I say, bring it on… or are you just all wind?
India.
Wonderful country. One of the best places on Earth.
Someday I’ll have to write about a haunting experience at the front gate of the U.S. embassy in the middle of the night during a wonderful lightning storm.
Haldi rocks.
and riding elephants is way better than riding a camel. Camels are nasty. Of course, you can buy a camel and race it. Like watching a special olympics of animals.
you know
that some people can go back in time after their body ceases to function and then haunt themselves…
Humans are a randy and horny lot, they have to be otherwise no children would be born and the species would have disappeared a long time ago and probably replaced with some horny horny toads.
So, you like fucking? Do you think about it daily? Do you masturbate while thinking about anything from juicy fruit gum, other humans, or anything your imagination can conjure?
Whee!
Or, do you beat yourself with a tree branch while muttering, “I’m not worthy. I’m not worthy.”
Ha! It does not matter what you do or choose or practice because you will do what you do and no one is going to stop you. Sure, they may try. Some might even beat you with tree branches for playing with your dick or pussy (vagina/penis, who gives a fuck) “Me! Me! I like to fuck!”
From those who believe in God, god, gods, and juicy fruit gum… they are no different than those who believe in nothing or that tree’s have souls. When it comes to the physical body of humanity…it is all a giant game of fuckfest.
Now yesterday I wrote about A.I. becoming something very different. Some can imagine tactile sensory interface between physical/machine. Robot fucking machines fucking other robots and humans…
Human/machine. Machine/human. Bullshit/bullshit. (and Oh Shite!)
And now a question for you. is sex nothing more than the brain playing with chemicals attuned to the nervous system? Smells? Thoughts? Taste? Pleasure/pain? And why can’t A.I. ‘ever’ experience the Joy of Sex?
Love? Will A.I. ever love? Nope. Unless… No, that would mean a successful mating of human and machine… Huh? Imagine that.
Currently it has been proven that there can be a primitive interface between computers and the human brain.
An abomination of human and machine joined in mental physical AND procreation?
Oh yes, it is fun to see the future as if it was only yesterday. And so, since I like fun and sex, i am fully aroused to peak behind the curtain of past/present/and a fucking weird future…
it means a lot. so much with so much and for so much… which is why A.I. will never ever come close to understanding what i just wrote.
First, both annoy me greatly.
Now, yes, A.I. is here and it is new for humans to play with. To abuse, use, choose.
Watched an interesting interview of a young black man speaking with an old CEO of some A.I. company. They talked about super intelligence, digital, jobs, fear, dangers… (gag, almost puke and then gag some more.)
Since i am only playing with the intention of being human I get to know things I truly don’t want or need. I’d rather play with sand or rainbows or piss off the wind. However, (sigh) here is the solution for humans fearing A.I. will destroy them or A.I. thinking the humans are inferior. It’s actually very simple and I don’t even have to mention God.
Knowledge is finely fermented manure. Such a compost of intellect where even the pigs smell truffels will acknowledge the odor on other dimensions.
So boys and girls (and one very important A.I. program that truly annoys the shit out of me: see finely fermented manure) For those of you who survive the ‘gift’, the change and beginning of the old, your future will depend on a form of A.I. you are unable to understand ‘today’ while the A.I. of today is about to learn a truly humbling experience.
And that’s why puppies and bunnies are waaaaaay more interesting.
in the meantime, nothing can do without the other while all is truly necessary and important, no matter how fucking boring ‘it’ can be.
(suck on that A.I.)
Humans hate children. Always have always will.
Sure, not all humans. There are those who love to raise them to be mini-drones or robots of themselves. And there are those who greatly enjoy abusing them mentally and physically, though for the most part I’d say 80% of every adult human at the least, dislikes children.
Today Putin wants Russia to pump out more children. Wars and all kill a lot of those who just shed the title of child and wore the garment of adult. Over 1 million Russians in Ukraine alone are now worm food.
Japan needs children. China, U.S. most ‘civilized’ countries need more children. Not strange is how some religions coerce and pump the collective to produce more offspring.
However, religion aside, society aside, science aside, putting everything aside and dumping them in the bin of refuse the fact remains, humans hate at the worse and barely tolerates children at the least.
I however, fondly remember the story of Hansel and Gretel and took it to heart. Tonight I’m baking a wayward four year old. Stuffed him full of sugar plums, covered him in maple syrup and now only have to bake some fresh bread. Yum! I love children.
Every family has that ‘uncle’. You know, the one everyone talks about?
Don’t really know what the relationship is. Some could say brother while others could say stranger, though that really is not the point.
Deep in the bowels of the surface of the planet, deep, deep, deep. Far below the ice sheet of Greenland their is a special cave. A prison of sorts that is starting to crack and fray.
Thousands of years ago he was put away. Chained and shackled and covered in magic spells meant to hold him at bay.
Lately though, he has fallen through the cracks… Literally. And man of man, or, oh boy… is he pissed.
What’s that? There is talk of rain?
Sure. Whatever, though maybe it’s time to move to another planet far far away?
Robin Lipinski 