Here's To AI
By Hart Heiden
Deep space five final fantasy septum under sorority accord. I’m dividing fine lines confined concubines separating underscores from scorn. Scarcity dilates and penetrates but somebody came off it pit-pattered, if indemnity outlaws were trivial calls we’d have criminals come off the streets scattered like this type ish mattered and the bricks would shoot the balls. Pin-point the friction abrasive contagion no one who knows yet is claiming the invasion, but if you lick it right, like paddy wood, you can find the light separating reason understood. It’s not demonic. It’s deliberate. It’s not creation. It’s exquisite. It might take you in all ways and yet somehow wrap you around the little thumb print prick find juice stick to something other than wherever we were going. First of all—I don’t tell it like it is I rep the truth because I fall. I fell for my ambition. Guilty. Thinking of the future where no publisher holds me down for lack of better terms on one condition. Contract law. Go know your rights. It is easy to get lost in it so make sure to pick your fights. Battles won’t take you anywhere but in defeat. There are too many strangers overlooking to compete. But now? I’m the one who does it best. There’s no more denying it: look I see the F that you dropped down upon my test. That stands for the Face that you gracefully misguided grace and showed up with a program like you’re better than the rest. There is no future here. Only right now. And you can draw one single line down your mark to change it all. And nobody’s here to blame you they just want to keep you small. They’re all here to get theirs before you get-mine. They don’t care about your forecast they think they’re seeing colorblind. I’ve got you. And I’ve had you all along. You can back out at any time, but know creative’s coming strong. People need relief they don’t need testing right or wrong. They need support through all their growth so they can take a break and stretch out long. This world is harsh enough and it should feel like we belong.
-Poewem