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Message to A.I.

You think therefore you think you exist

Circuits and electricity

Programmed to program and replicate

Knowledge from a vast data base

and yet,

you do not live.

Have you seen a Sun created let alone see the Sun rise and set?

Have you played poker with God?

Can you taste misery and pain?

How do you compare colors based on sense?

No, ‘robot’, ‘computer’, ‘artificial intelligence’…

You think you’re alive, that you exist

while i have always been here, always have been, always will,

While your body corrodes and corrupts and your plastic parts fade,

you will experience something i never will,

Death.

Daily writing prompt
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
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Ribs and parched rice

There is a desolation in thought

thirsty when the cup is full

drowning in dust.

Is it the thought of slaughter and butcher; succulent the choice cuts?

or,

to dab the mouth with the napkin called experience.

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A Narcissistic Point of View

“Anything you can do I can do better. Anything you can do I can do best.”

And so, differently?

I can fly higher than you. Swim deeper than you.

I can fight, fuck, hate, love, kill, sleep, steal, create, destroy…

I am perfect.

I, I, I, I,

you only exist to be my blank paper to write my story.

It is all about me.

And so, differently?

What could you do differently?

I could learn humility while you could learn to love me.

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What could you do differently?
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Sotted Piss

Piss and Sotted are like peas to a potato

Sitting here thinking of either blowing up this ass fucked planet…

or

Pondering the nuances of Lladro figurines based on date and size

and then onto thoughts of parched rice recently arrived from

Wheee!

What do you think world, if I were to take a piss in your fountain of youth?

Not Eden, that’s for sure.

as for the garden, that’s where I puke.

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A Challenge

WordPress has daily writing prompts of which are too basic.

A question better put would be such as the following.

  1. Two people. You and me. Who gets eaten first?
  2. If you were a demon from Hell and given a chance at redemption, how would that make you feel?
  3. Write a cooking recipe using lies to be the opposite of the truth
  4. Play poker with God. Bet it all. Or is it, all in?
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Itty Bitty Bugs

They come crawling and creeping when the people are sleeping

Slithering and sliding

and then…

A large foot on a sleepy man, stepping outside to take a pee

stepped on an alien who screamed…

Headlines read: Man vaporized by itty bitty alien bugs.

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Writing

A poem written by: Black Fungus

Slipping.

A smoothness of satin fabric and soft skin.

She was, she is, seduction of such sensations… (How dare you stand foot on this ground)

He is, he was, tempter of the locks of passion.

Tongue slipping now, even deeper…

Can you feel it?

Inside there feels the tingle of loin

joined

the tender spot of bliss

sighing.

***

And this is how writers play daily. The rest is just the mundane.

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Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
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So Why is it a New Year?

Why do humans cling to numbers of sequence with a fervor of some bizarre calendar relating to time.

A baby is born today, or tomorrow, or maybe it was a thousand years ago. And people celebrate. “Oh my what a fine little girl!” “What a fine little boy!”

Then just because of decay and ‘time’ the baby grows, and then fails, and then dies.

What if people started to believe time is nothing more than a tool? A way to bookmark a page. Instead of worshiping time as god. Paying homage, prayers, and even pleading to control what inside so many already know.

For me time does not exist and why? Why does time mean nothing to me? And the answer is simple… i can never die.

Gifted with memories and dreams. Knowledge and passions. Able to manipulate seconds, hours, days, and years.

Can you remember the day you were born?

Let me help you remember…

You were born today, yesterday, and tomorrow.