Newsom —
This guy makes me proud of California.
Fucking stick it to ’em.
A battery-powered brass lantern is on the trophy case.
This guy makes me proud of California.
Fucking stick it to ’em.
HEY CONGRESS
WAKE THE FUCK UP
Take into consideration how many people create pure AI-generated music. Some percentage of those people will have made it for others as a ‘gift’.
“Make me a song, Daddy!” the young daughter might ask.
And he makes her a song with AI. He tells it to make a song for a little girl about her $personality_traits. And the AI makes the song, and Daddy shows his daughter the song. And she loves it.
Here’s the problem:
The daughter knows that her dad didn’t make the song himself. So, she psychologically attributes some percentage of the love and feeling she has for this song, which cites her very specific $personality_traits, toward the AI.
There is a conflict here for the daughter. Does she emotionally submit to the AI? Does she allow herself to have feelings for it, as she does her dad, for having the remaining percentage of credit for writing the song for her?
This may be very dangerous for the future. People should *not* emotionally submit to any AI, technology or any non-sentient being.
Let this serve as a warning.
“Run the country like a business.”
Yes…but more like the hostile takeover of a business, cutting departments and roles with no concern, all in the name of the bottom line.
COUNTRIES ARE NOT BUSINESSES. They are societies. Cultures. People.
When you view a nation through the narrow lens of money, you have no peripheral vision. Imagine driving your car with a periscope.
Funny thing is, I think they know this, and welcome the impending fatal crash. Their point, maybe?
Fortify.
Against the negative.
Tall
So tall
You stand and act so
Sure
Fall
When you fall
You’ll sink right through this
World
Don’t forget us
Yeah, you’ll regret us
You’ll turn and we’re still
There
One day you know
We’ll put you below
And no one will even
Care
Reap what you sow, you
Reap what you sow
Reap what you sow, we’ll
Stay but you will
Go
—
Small
So small
But you think that you’re the
One
Fall
When you fall
We’ll know that it is
Done
Don’t forget us
Yeah, you’ll regret us
You’ll turn and we’ll be
Gone
One day you know
We’ll put you below
A brand new day will
Dawn
Reap what you sow, you
Reap what you sow
Reap what you sow, we’ll
Stay but you will
Go
Beware of Qeeks bearing gifts.
There’s an ethereal symbiosis
Between the dancer
And the musician playing for them
Does the flame burn faster when it’s hot
Right now this love is all I got
So if I have to go soon
I’d rather be the Sun than the Moon
When you unilaterally remove approved programs that benefit peoples’ health and education, bully and start wars with your peers, ridicule, talk down to and remove earned benefits for the military vets that protected your war-dodging ass your whole life, seek to control every aspect of peoples’ personal lives, are a narcissistic, tyrannical lunatic in public and private (and apparently are proud of it,) and sabotage the habitability of planet Earth itself…You are not a leader. You are a Sadist.
AI is kinda like buying a greeting card with a pre-written saying. It may get the point across but it didn’t come from you.
This is absolutely horrid. You jest with human lives?
You are a fucking monster. We know you know what you’re doing and YOU know you’re going down as one of the worst human beings in modern history.
Loser.
We talk
In nuance and innuendo
We know
We’re of the same whole
“There are doors that they’re afraid to go in, and they don’t want us to go in there either, because if we go in, we might learn something that they don’t know. And that makes us a little out of their control.” – Ken Kesey
(Also used as a sample by Hallucinogen)
1 Second
Each second
I try
To establish this connection
This bliss
That detriment
Breathe in
Breathe out
Let go
Of inhibition
Surprise?
I can see
To the end
Of the world
No associate
I can beam
To the end
Of the world
Where it doesn’t make
Sense, anymore
No associate
We drove
Away from disaster
I told, you
The flames were getting faster
But now, I have to go back
I have to walk between the stacks
This disaster is different, it seems
Benzene’s the one killing me
And I’m so sorry, that
I can’t be there for you, for me
This isn’t how it’s meant to be
This isn’t how it’s meant to be
I am reminded that User Agent Switcher is set to random mode ;)
“But their texts…”
Strength and Love don’t have to be mutually exclusive.
You tried to play the joker
Three steps forward and two steps back
Oh how the light refracts
All I can do
Is pose a warning to
Myself—count:
One
Two
Three
Don’t take anything seriously
Or wait and bleed
A TSR that keeps locking
A bug slips through and memory is blocking
Constantly on defense
This is why I’m so damn tense
Or maybe I’m just another
Flying high with a broken rudder
Jujitsu.
Freedom fries.
Narrative.
You doulblecrosser
Said one thing, did another
I peer in your eyes
Put THAT in your .vimrc and smoke it.