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Irony, or a class palindrome?!?!?!?!

The posh man understood that the unsophisticated man didn't talk very well, while the unsophisticated man thought the posh man talked too good.

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Good writing is about taking your wild, meandering thoughts and focussing them into a beam of meaning.

Generative AI takes that and inflates it with weasel words, cliches, and waffle.

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THE AI DOESN'T HATE YOU!

But the AI doesn't love you.

You are simply made of atoms it

Could use for something else:

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Australian Art

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Technophile.

Why are you following me? I said, bad at tumblr. You dickhead, you dweeb, You slow-witted lump. It's because of magic. Obviously.

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unfortunately i seem to have the power to get a pycho man eviccted.

I do not feel good about this.

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I Am Going Crazy In This Place

Unequivocally getting worse. That's A nice word, "unequivocally". Hard to say, but it says so much.

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I said: He's alone in there, right?

Other guy: He's out the front

Crazy guy: idfk

This has been going on for ages. This man is mentally ill, but he is also using. Obviously I don't live in an ideal space. We all have our problems here, but this guy is the worst.

The neighbours ended up calling the cops because he was doing this out in the front yard.

I sent a clip of this to the landlord. They said he'd be getting notice to evict, but they've been saying that for weeks. I don't trust landlords.

Just another day in paradise.

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The Great Beast

Pipis

When I was a kid, we lived by the beach.

I played at the edge of the ocean,

And wriggled my toes in the sand,

Till my feet found the secretive pipis.

I’d scoop a few up,

Looking to see,

From the bone-coloured lips,

The little pink tongue as it hid.

I never tried eating a pipi.

I’m told they go great with vanilla.

I imagine they’re salty.

Instead, what I’d do,

Is pull back my arm

And toss them way out past the breakers.

Maybe I thought

I was keeping them safe.

When the sun began falling

Behind the old towers

On the back of the Tentacle Wall

(Complex Forty, South Outcrop),

My Mother would call me,

And I would run home for my tea.

Behold

From the fjord-cut coasts of the West,

To cloud-crowned hills of the East,

Where the tentacles coil, people say:

Behold the Great Beast!

A vast mass of tendrils encircling Earth,

There are cities that hide in the sinewy folds

Of its gills.

When the sun shines through, it’s lovely, they say;

Rainbows of strange colours glow.

It sits on a mass of detritus,

And from this perch it surveys its domain

With a thousand lidless eyes.

When the Beast was discovered,

Old tribes were its keepers.

They trimmed the new fronds,

Kept it fed and appeased

(Mostly fish, some whales),

But they’re gone now.

The Beast keeps us safe.

Our elders remember a time

When some villains an ocean away

Blew a hole in its side

To provoke it.

The whole world felt it

When the Great Beast

Shifted on its perch,

Swatted them off the Earth,

With one lazy flick

Of one massive outcrop

Of one gargantuan cluster

Of one cyclopean branch

Protruding from its arse.

Sacrifices

Next up in the News;

The Head of the Church

Of the Thousand Lidless Eyes,

Said, ‘Now is not the time,

Please, consider the parents

Of these thousand children,

We can’t support actions

Aimed at curtailing

These sacrifices to the Great Beast.’

After the break;

The sports.

Gravity

I heard it calling,

So I took the long journey

Over oceans to reach

The Great Beast.

I found a family,

All from different places,

But each felt the pull

Of its gravity.

We donned the white robes,

Washed our feet,

And ascended the low tendrils

Single file.

We climbed past the fronds,

Animated and writhing,

And picked our way

Up the bone-spurs and urchins

Of the cliffs over Gill Complex Five.

At the lakes of saliva

We made kayaks from scales

That had dried in the sun

And camped on the opposite shore.

Our sleep, when it came

Was crowded by dreams.

The next day brought snow,

Some could not go on,

But I was determined.

In rarefied air

I reached the abyss

Where the crystalline teeth

In the breeze whistled shrilly.

I signed the guest book,

And took off my robe,

Shivering and pink, I mounted the gantry,

Crept along the wood plank

With my hands on the railing,

Being careful of splinters.

And at the brink,

I gazed down at the Maw,

Felt its slow exhalation,

And my eyes fell shut.

Spreading my wings,

I flew home.

Colony

The mighty ships came,

Dragging behind them

Thick, metal cables.

The engineers went ashore,

Erected the cranes, greased the pulleys,

Fuelled the big engines, fired them up.

The kelp-festooned lines,

Spilling seawater,

Were wrapped tightly around

The new Outcrop.

It was sallow and flabby,

With scales peeling off,

And limply it flopped on the shore.

They zapped it with cattle prods

Till it unfurled,

Crushing rocks into powder,

Squeezing hills into strange shapes,

And spastically jerked in a ring

Surrounding the new Nation.

Can you believe the people here hate it?

They load up these trucks with explosives,

Charge the limb, kill themselves,

And back home the Beast barely flinches.

But the colony won’t be dislodged.

‘We fight fire with fire,’

And drop bombs on the villages,

Hundreds a night, and with numbers like those,

Can you blame them for hitting some weddings?

Still, the outsiders come,

Carrying whatever they can,

Like dull instruments made

To cut grass.

And they hack at the flank of the wall.

‘We will never accept this beast in our midst.’

But that’s just unreasonable.

It’s only a tentacle,

The Beast is a world away.

Atop of the ridge are the snipers,

Defending the limb from assault.

They shoot down at the crowds,

And they can’t be blamed

For killing some children

And mothers, because,

They all look the same, far away.

Experts

The thousand eyes turn inward,

Watching all your juices

Digesting your own jelly.

The new limbs are withered and limp,

Still, new fronds push out.

The staggering weight causes tremors.

Whole boatloads of fish,

Some whales,

And a thousand children a year.

You’re looking quite green ‘round the gills,

While ‘round your gills,

Once great cities are in ruins.

But experts say you still refuse

To die.

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The Great Beast

I wrote a series of short poems for uni a few years ago and I wanna share them

Here they is:

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Listening to Void

Cutting up a bud.

Yeh, this is poetry.

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Swab the decks (full of false rhymes)

I swabbed the decks, Cap'n All spick and span. Be awhile till these mongrels Muck it up again.

Ok I'll swab the decks, Cap. Not like they'll know. These mongrels just take me For granite, you know.

I'll see you next Tuesday, Cap, Don't you say That swabbing the decks is my job, Without pay.

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I don't do topical

Maybe I should write a sonnet cycle about Starbuck

From Battlestar Galactica.

The OLD ones.

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Response to Zygon Inversions

"Yes I'd quite like to know that too"

Thank you Kate,

that's why the Doctor engineered you into this charade.

Sorry to bite your head off, but you won't remember this time either.

When logic against the insurgent fails, incite the head of UNIT

to agree with the threat.

Make both see the Doctor as the Enemy.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend,

and in the bones of all evolved creatures,

the being we cannot understand is the Enemy.

And no-one here understands what the Doctor is up to.

So the Doctor altered the parameters of the war away from Kate

to solely Bonny

and himself,

the Last of the Timelords.

And knowing she wouldn't back down,

he gave her a taste of what thinking like a Timelord is.

And he also gave Kate a pat on the head.

Because she's human,

and it's funny when puppies acknowledge when they shat

on the floor.

Good human.

Go outside next time.

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I would love to go look

At the mansions with you

It's good exercise

For additional strength training

I'm gonna take a couple of jerry cans

Full of gasoline

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There is no combination of words I can use To tell you I'm bad fuckin' news.

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Two people talking about work like two ants talking about cordyceps fungus: how has capitalism for you? Capitalism has been yes for me, you? Yes. Then, off to the highest leaf they go to spore.