Losing against ideaphoria?
Let’s see
John Jacob Jingleheimer *******br>And Roommate Louisa, Tuesday around 11:15 am,
After one chug of cold coffee.
New dog enters, socks are found,
Ski socks. It’s July.
John Jacob to the Muffin Man tune, pastries baked,
along with other assorted goods,
An empty box of Rice Krispies.
***** on the floor, clean in hamper, still hot.
I’ll wait till they’re cold and wrinkled to put away,
You’re welcome, robot.
Chat GPT opened in tabs, unwelcomed, but my relationship with my father is still
Complicated, so it will just sit there, no fun for you, robot.
Spam calls are all I get these days, a few texts.
Campaigns for creamier milk, softer abuse, rougher hair care routines.
You know what they say, Extra Creamy Means Endless Possibilities.
Take that one apart: Invisible lattes? Extraterrestrial cappuccinos?
Slavic milk pudding.
Gibberish. What a mindless rescue.