Man, my heart bleeds for us. Humanity, you know. I like to think, implacably hewing to my childish aspects as I do, that we deserved a better world than the one we made for ourselves.
Just thinking, you know. About being in a human body, spewing language, taking language in through the eyes and ears, suffering and exulting and perceiving. About how great it has been, and how much better it could have been, and how fucked up it got instead. I guess it could be great again, but only after a lot of really bad stuff happens.
Hey man, fuck it. Some people have only ever experienced awful things while I was running around in comfortable t-shirts and good shoes on my feet, idly consuming the inheritance of empire and squandering a valuable education. Absolutely no right to complain.
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It's true! I wonder how much people are pointing it out to my fellow Americans, out there on the international socials. That turnabout is fair play.
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Saw that LLMs tend to ply their generations with bolds and underlines and italics in apparently whimsical or arbitrary ways but, it seems to me, in a misunderstanding of how to represent the freewheelin' desperado emphaSEEZ we of the blogosphere like to bust out here where there are no ruling manuals of style. Maybe. Haven't examined a broad array of samples.
Since I use these forbidden techniques with sloppy abandon, I guess it's prudent to assert that every word of this blog is just me, and I take what pride there is to have in that. Rest assured that I am perfectly aware this does not leave me with much.
"Ooh, my wet tangled cortex did puppetry so much better than a dumb computer! Truly mankind is a mirror for the Almighty"
--JL
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