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"pims" poems
Weird day, and i mean that, in the meanest way there appeared to be a war in heaven as it were we were ex communicators, so we went onair. some truble was stirred in an ancient closet, where a little girl was lost she believed but she believed, you guest-it, a lie, a visting imp intended to bend a little to put a bit o' swing in the thing, turned out to be too slippery from the gitgo, too slippery, by far... --- we got it. an implant broke. it's an old joke --- an old silicon joke, cpus used to run 'em for turing test tuning, --- it was the original competition then GANs grew PIMs and we ran free, wild old minds tapped into for wisdom imparted in the deeming of each word its reason in being re written in its own future. Now we be poetry.
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
Weird day