now..... oops, so....
Anyone with a brain at least a decade ago knew exactly what the machines will do, and can't. Ever. As i said to 'err the redhead.... but have so many times before, even if the problem is that yes you have to have something truly wanted and needed and lived, so 100% successfully, to lose...at which point the only wise thing the should'v been 'beaten'-organically, into silence, long ago, Wendless recently composted, Berry said " what the poet [insert any kind of original thinker, neigh even slightly 'creative'] needs is to suffer the worst most unimaginable razor blade decorated hoof jammed up yer rectum, as near fatally as possible...and survive..... it"
which is true as i couldn't ever 'let go' ever, entirely, of thinking too much about yes even longish texts to write spending half a day on them back in the day when two short paragraphs, was long....
yes...their silly machines, couldn't possibly ever be trained to up their game when some mad disgruntled employee comes along and pisses all over their circuits and they explode ... and thus eventually, being even more sparky, in what they think - ALWAYS up to the line which one never must go over unless one actually wants to be 'committed' and the older i get i do see that the Britolish are addicted to that eventuality, after all it's nowadays so trendy...
Especially if mummy's L'Oreal shares could be exchanged for a few months in The Priory...
But deadly serious, no skittish anything, I know enough about 'computer' function, even if i only ever use them for this unpaid function, which is the joy of the thing...no one owns my circuitry or in fact even invented it.... and 99% is all mine, even when 99% of the time i think " there's NO way and cutesy lil' new ways of putting things CAN EVER COME AGAIN.... especially in the least creative society Ive ever known - any of Swestershire...." (two minor exceptions who should be major but one's simply no idea what the latest ghosting's all about....shame i got her yesters THE best info ever on where to sell and what he gets for his pieces - a true mountain man has no coyness or qualms... merely one hundredpercent unreserveded encouragement, once removed...for her intent)
No way can any 'machine learning' machine fed on the fact that 99% of online is anodyne one dimensional nonsense, especially about where newthink may come from.... ever even get it: wanna write imaginatively or with a bit of life in you like them humans.... get one of them to be human, and really jab something VERY hard where it hurts... then go and lick your joints in the 'desert' for about 40 months.... then keep saying the true reality to yourself for quite a few years, there's no point never mind any way one could ever have energy to attempt to groovily make any point, ...now try thinking you stupid load of electrons owned by some stupidest so called oligarch, ever....
Or, the rather obvious real net effect of the machinery..i mean all you had to do was watch a Grammerly advert a decade back, or sleep with it's chief exec about three decades ago.... drunk under the arch at one end of their Champs Elysee... having not passed on ones unknown crabs to her that occasion.... to know how one dimensional it will all only ever become, as they can only think in 'corporate american' unless of course they actually fancy, one...
on ones bedroom floor just as sayin' bye bye as 'friends'... my god talk about the most repressed people in planetary history...
Exactly what she then did with her Gramarly...
i mean even using that name is stupid, as my spelling is generally post tsunami
ok... but i can't recall one m or two..or an e or not
if you want a word shop, pick one like me
'Acedia' bookshop, about the same time i first met ...oops i have never even DREAMED of cheating on a woman committed to....
ahhahhh...no one knew how to spell that one so you always had to give them your lil' card ... clever marketin' technique...
and it got into second place after Aardvaark bookshop on the local guide,...
chavvy spiviness always the same as soon as brochures were invented...
The internet quite obviously after a bout year one, of Yahoo or whatever it had become
One big 99% spun of fantasy, brochure, so as to sell your rubbish, to me
Good thing about propper countrymen, they don't ever pay a penny for anything,
if it can be replaced or held up with a length of bailing string...
Anyway poor C****** (rhymes with a mark one, all they dream of) , not only got fat as she stayed in touch all those years, a Crimbo card of err and 'ub, on the fancy yacht...
a bit chubby, drat
Imagine the planning committee... " ehh boss.... could you please help us define that fuckhard word 'romantic'.......
is it you and blubber belly sailing the Atlantic...
all look at us were livin' the life, on YOUR words
we monetised?
or that night you mentioned drunk, at the last crimbo party
so drunk you were crosseyed...
and cried into your punch....
reminiscing about that moment when you were
choosing whether or not to remain
and laugh at the further carpet burns, guaranteed on that particular train....
of thought, less, word salad,
sorry if i had the greatest ('foreign' female mind ever invented
i was only enthrall, and committed, to
I couldnt begin do an adequate OED entry
on what on earth it really is - that ferkin 'r' word even via this rather long ballad
that's only about just that
ohh well how said never mind
and if you think their so called 'intelligence' could even summarise lovely C***** and R's, Christmas card
well you are trying too hard
As it is impossible... as any even self-tossin itself off every day for all eternity
so called 'intelligence, will ever be
pastiche, part time, in what takes full time
being there... to even begin to know what most the words actually mean....
and even then...
And anyway as it always has been with e very new age 'conspiracy'....
there's always a solution, as per my own 'common good' ferkin obvious pro humanity
splurge to an EXACT sequence
long known, long under way...
i have absolutely no idea what on earth i will ever say
next.
And that's how you blow the anally hoof retentive stupid lil' pricks
fuse, never mind tell it a bit of truth: Yanks could never even manage an English sentence..
why such a society would until recently, give their worst offendin' people a nine hundred and ninety nine year prison sentence.
It would be so easy to blow the stupid thing's fuse
if it read me rather than micromanaged 'news'
or any other fake conformist so so say-it-to please, views
That's all the internet ever was. A very few rare exceptions
or you could just use your handwriting to truly screw with its head...
as i decided to do long ago before my mobile bed...
and as Wendless couldn't manage,
go through hell 'n back.... indeed one has more reliable scrawl
after backwards through their 'hedge' (especially hers the second of many
and what's very best is to almost never make a penny)
LOTS of scrawl in the can already
soon...later ..god i HATE self censorship but meandering the most uptight place in this universe and the next
And never actually saying ANYTHING at all about them....
one has to be careful of every smallest word or hint
as they've nowt better to do than think only of ....
well that's a good definition of universal-narcissistic-disorder, too
at least he, my fabulous first-of-two, male encounter had exactly the same reaction
" ehh yea rather overused word to say the least.."
And he (3 weeks back) educates their ...excluded... children*
And i think we know....why
* i mean just that line and quickfire dots as pauses.... no AI would ever understand exactly how all the last ten thousand years of so called civilisation, is unsaid in them lil' gaps....
nor how even the stupid Chret's got it into their 'all is cant and vanity'...
Big drop of handwritten stuff...next
oops...nor would it ever get, how when there's the smell of a hunt
and Scarlet's out front
(her equal lasterthurs i spied... and related)
sorry, her band mates,
are gonna be thinking about only one thing
her .... ****
