Swoosh!
Uh! Why, thank you!
You may know by now
I am weightless so
I'll help you
levitate, too, okay? and
Ommmm...meditate!
(and I'll kiss you like so, too)
Hooray!
Boy and girl paper dolls in
3-dimensions!

I can't point to which ears
heard which stampeding rumbles
from minimal eye gazes,
my vigilantly mind plotting on a chess board,
six moves ahead,
rooks to rookies,
overtly naive to trump
Freudian slips
(here's where Forer will see his effect),
a density practiced since
crushin' La Rosa,
an unfurling heroine,
compiling names to
ever-growing lists,
I pushed it to the test,
immersed in
metacourse
and passed in
supernova bursts of
spiralling colours!

Mr. Movie sends his waves asking,
Alice killed the Jabberwock with a purple sword, didn't she?
And making his request,
Make sure the hyenas get rid of Scar so that he Never! Comes!...Back!
As well as his warnings,
(Captain Gutt will threaten)
I will destroy him and everything he LO-OVES!
You destroyed everything I had!
I'm just returning the favour!
Reassuring,
No, he won't.
Uh uh.*

But I wouldn't know anything about that.
I live in the post-post-postmodern age.

Symbolic computations can indeed be more sophisticated in terms of the precision, exact reasoning, and complexity of the algorithms involved. They are crucial for tasks requiring formal logic and deep reasoning. However, numerical computations are often more practical and efficient for large-scale data-driven tasks, such as those found in machine learning and statistical analysis. Both approaches have their own areas of sophistication and are valuable in different contexts within AI and ML

my gutt feelling i should get some Chinese for lunchhhh

No one wants tomorrow
For today's joy assuge the sorrow
Even the moon proscribe no friend to the sun.
Now tell me why man invented gun?

Oyin I shall not believe you
Tell the sun why he shouldn't give way to the moon?
Before you was you
Begging and slaughtering taste of honey Moon's

I shall not believe you Oyin
Plucking your linden like my ancestors
Putting me on the majestic peak of love colour
My faith would declaim you before the win

Wreck me with the mirror of your jaunty mien
It kindly reflects what would be at dawn
Don't make me laugh and lack behind men
In your hollow mind narrow as the lawn

Thus will furrow at your **** and wear
I vow high the hill on nothing to fear
I shall not call you honey twice
For a reason and giving no one is nice

Fear not you ogre to ogle me down your throat.
I thought you are nun but tranquil goat
When your mellow voice militate their thoughts,
I renounce my faith to your remiss and gutt

when it snows
        in england,
i like to, eat it;
perhaps it's an aversion
to candy-floss...
  but no night can
ever be as perfected,
as by a lunatic,
eating snow;
testing for norwegian,
acid rain.
bulging fluff...
   tender water,
            my highest
care to aspire to make
mark: ex- instance -
ya...
       out of ever instance...
  and insisting
paraphrase that might
have been a parable...
    död, gutt und gott, grø...
die långvarig vokal...
       mit grafem,
                   O siamese use
of E...
                when it snows in england,
which is a rarity of exposure,
i, tend to, eat it...
              pretending i am
but a child, revealing
        a taste for candy-floss.

youu can never everr change human  nature so b sane stop trying to change me it is not possible andd i havv a gutt feeling you already know that just common sense so 2 speakk