AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it
The only stipulation they put on our capitulation was against any abrogation in accepting their congratulations
Beauty is in the eye of the stockholder
I may not be the man who has everything but I’m the man who knows what to get for the man who has everything
As the world closed in the Pollyanna sought safety in numbers only to find herself taking a number
The American cure for the boredom of meaninglessness is not to pursue meaning but to outpace boredom which is why our mass nihilism
The Imaginary: I disagree with what you say but I will defend to the death your right to say it The Symbolic:
Behaviorists insist that the mind is a black box which makes it an utter mystery
A funny thing happened when I told them that you can either laugh or you can cr… No one laughed but for a second
No one loves a woman like her man and no one loves capitalism like its Marxists In each case
As an individual human being I could never really know who you think I am so, I had to imagine it But as a networked cyborg
What if Vladimir and Estragon had actually been stalling for Godot
They used to give me Birthday presents Now they give me A wide berth
Which came first The morals Or the justification Hint: The #1 excuse
I’ve wasted most of my life wondering Why do I believe in God? when I should have been asking Why does God believe in me?