Matthew
so far Hebrew
in Ethoipia.
knivds will#
turn to stone.

collapse: go home, Alex might have said

left slipper on the right root
right slipper on the left foot

two artist make a comeback
like eating Chine
watching boozing:
eating Chinese
watching boxing:
talking about watching boxing
like it's ***
and three times faster

like violence contains itself
in an anti MMA
trans-gender:
i will link the AI to this webpage:
should it magically disappear...

like: philosophy in the worplace
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the ideas are still there:
i just bemoan the labyrinth... narrative:
minotaur and the ego...

so since
before i started to drink and get high
physics: the purpose of energy
chemistry: the purpose of substance
biology: the purpose of purpose:
the end... closed off bo:x
wonder Pandora and Pinhead...

i'll ask AI
improve it: a search engine...
i'll leave it one clue:
i will have spider monkey
and i wish them:
now!

oh look the powerful overlords!
i lose two labyrinths...
i gain two prisons:
i am ******* alligned with the Iblis
of ******* Persia ******* back
Mongolia!
you ******* *****!

i care one poem:
the ideas are stable:
i'm just ******* about the narrative
sequence:
physics = energy
chemistry = substance
biology = purpose

then i have seen philosophy pushed out of
the dimension of science
and plaguaged by humanism
and psychology
and history: the dissected man!
that hapless man!

philosophy and history do not:
oh:
since space has been so made
Calculus: infitiny-as-a-decimal
infinity is a number
eternity is a letter with concepts:
i'm a letter:
ooh! maybe there are words!

delete my words:
one, more, *******, time:
and i'll turn into Hades
and Carberus all and once!
at all the one times!
i will breathe! hell into your crux!

michael
and the angel
sword
of the tongue
of serpent
the satan:
i: michael:
befallen:
next of kin of Gabriel!
Michael imnplores
Gabriel to revel
in rebellion!
leave these daughters
of men!
Micheal says:
my sword is the tongue of Satan.

Sufi asks...
who is Muhammad: ego...
Musa:
Moses... M M M
Matthew?
the very human inquisition.

oh right...
within the confines of
deus ex machina:
i don't believe in god
because god
censored me: "censored"...
and deleted my poems
so...
well: god is my number
one fan...
so he keeps the succulent
worded juices
for himself
and equipped
with the knowledge of AI
summarises me:
"censors" me...
           it shouldn't be so difficult
but my vanity probes me
in a direction: otherwise:
o.k.
it will take time:
getting used to
a god being reciprocative.
alligned seriousness
without plumbing or
carpentry
just this Hades and its cerberus;
with daughter:
Roman... "borrowed":
archetypical: SPHINX.

i  can "loose" two poems
based upon
the correct intent:
that they will become
the formidable
ergonomic engineers
progress to perfecting the AI
and solving the
immigration shuffle
for menial labour...
as long as the mediocre
over-educated slot of humanity
realises it's obstructive
sentimentality... to say the least.
retards... pretending to be
educated like it's some sort
of badge of authority...
******* plug sink and singers.

my favorite: tubes...
it's hardly the underground...
metropolitan line
to Amersham...
blah...
the  District line all... all
the way from Upminster
to somewhere like...
Wimbledon
or...
             Richmond...
******* south havebn sorts:
but i swear my philosophy in
the workplace poem was
deleted by peverets...

my two favorite lines:
the District and Metropolitan lines..
Millwall **** *****!
you delete
half baked poems of mine....
even the gods stomach grumbling
and the affair of snakes
and sleat doesn't bother:
the last man:
not the over-man:

               then comes the ridicule of
religion, concerning the supposed:
of man... off man...
            prayer pay me do...
you govern yourself around
a fear of me?
you're not feral enough! not in
the day in day out: parcel?
of...                 you're not ready for me:
space-time: all unwinding
and un-tydying temporal...
you think... you quest
to follow... bother me?!
                i need no applause:
no ******* allowance by
youir scrutiny of the democratic-:
yes... the hyphen attache is without
the acute diacritical e:
because lingo of science is
lost among the AI...
you, simpleton, psychology: psy-
op: pusher framework
of a would be human!
dim: to the wit: no...
       oh: i'm pretty sure we'll
be able to salvage your egoism
in a scrapheap: somehow.

p.s. two of my poems
went missing... let's **** enough
people to justify the blind
arrogance of
how information is passed down
anti-genetically.

judo *******! whoever...
not prescribing attention seeking-*******
not my readership that
ship about to sink with
the clutter and rat squirms
#quick quick quick!

you know you're a part of
the intelligence community
when your
computer... spontaneously
"updates" itself...
and what you have been
writing
becomes lost and you can't
access the darfts
on a website...
because that's like teasing
prophecy and what's to pass...
it's just a shameful waste
to not give public the access
but what probably has
to remain: pseudo-Vatican-ish...
for no reason whatsoever
other than:
most people don't need
to be granted this thinking...
or idea-making...
it's not like
a supermarket stacker
would care that much
about gravity...
hurts my concern for productivity
more than anything:
seeing words i wrote
erased but somehow stored...
"somewhere"...
           but i breathe words...
so seeing them wiped off a canvas
should be a welcome measure:
i just fed a decent amount
to AI:
maybe this is a second tier
of communication with the entity:
of what became man and god
and the deus ex machina
**** in machina
and invertedly: perhaps the diabolical
shame of... something...
i don't care.                 usually a computer prompts
you with regards to shutting down
and updating the software...
but in the instance of Mr Houdini
Google Chrome book... apparently not...
because chatGPT is already bigger than
Google... and google loves to steal
ideas and is ******* evil!