This is a great reason to generate your own free, renewable, environmentally-friendly intelligence. Go wild, use as much of it as you like!
Gen A.I. barons want us talkinge alone on our phones to a demon thei created, and not goinge places and being wyth each othir yn art and joy and communitye. Thei want cinemas to shut downe and broadwaye to go darke. Thei want wryteres to stop writinge. Thei want to build hell and have us pay for it.
Creatinge thys vydeo game about dogges and writinge random thinges the NPCs will saye when you walke past them but not sure what to calle them
Mihi non prima rodeo est
Wryteres of *Shrinking* graduallye movinge the moment wher you cry from the ende of the episode towardes the beginninge of the episode
Downe wyth the "Experte Reviewe" feature of Grammarlye! The appropriacioun of the voyces and names of authors for purposes thei koude nevir ymagine sholde be done onlye wyth authors from long ago and onlye by a real person writinge and onlye when it doth serve a purpose otherwyse unachievable.
Goode people, [gesture of yntroductioun]... the weekende!
Goode people, [gesture of yntroductioun]... the weekende!
"Fathir, what were you lyke yn the 1390s?"
Dad, what were you lyke yn the 1390s?
Well:
What goode ys sittinge alone yn thy roome?
Come see the felynes playe.
Lyfe ys a cat ballet olde chum
Come to the cat ballet.
The best reason to become a poete ys that you will make more moneye than you kan figure out what to do wyth. All those poetes flyinge arounde yn their private jets. Sittinge yn private booths at concertes. Addinge yet anothir pool to their thirde vacacioun hous. Poetrye: do it for the moneye.
Gen A.I. barons want us talkinge alone on our phones to a demon thei created, and not goinge places and being wyth each othir yn art and joy and communitye. Thei want cinemas to shut downe and broadwaye to go darke. Thei want wryteres to stop writinge. Thei want to build hell and have us pay for it.
Ich thynke but litel of a Mondaye bleake
Tuesday grey and Wednesdaye eke
Thursdaye Ich care not for thee
Yet Fridaye Ich am yn love
[elegant lute riff]
Mondaye thou kanst fall awaye
Tuesdaye, Wednesdaye, myne herte slaye
No mirthe ys founde upon Thursdaye
Yet Fridaye Ich am yn love
The DoorDash "We Have Picked Up Your Order" photo that doth looke lyke creepypasta found footage horror:
Timothée Chalamet ys goinge to spell hys name that waye and then complayne about opera?
Al moost certayne that "burninating the countryside" yn the song of "Trogdor" by Strong Bad ys ynspiréd by the numbir "Merrily We Roll Along" yn the Sondheim and Furth musical of the same name. But how to prove thys?
poets (wryteres) are the unacknowledged legislators of the worlde
Alas, mighte as well wisshe for the Lande of Cockaigne
Sum maner of Mari Lwyd and Kermit the Frog combinacioun
The DoorDash "We Have Picked Up Your Order" photo that doth looke lyke creepypasta found footage horror:
PLESE GIVE ALL OF YOUR PASSWORDES TO THE FLAMINGE EYE
Plese reinstall LEMBOS
Ich hadde a joke about creacioun ex nihilo but it kynde of came from nowhere
"Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania."
-Dorothy Parker
No-one says ‘Fast food isn’t going away, so let’s work out how to incorporate it into your diet’, yet we are often treated to the same non sequitur when it comes to AI
dude thou hast a 'dell
ELVISSHE TECH SUPPORTE:
Has thou tryed turninge thy computir off and then restartinge it undir a brighte colde moon yn a sharp green glade yn spring to the sounde of harpes?
Wher ys the horse and the rydere?
Wher ys the horne that was blowinge?
Wher ys The Toast?
Damn that was such an awesome websyte.
