Most loyal and subservient ink-pens tend to resist spitting words rapid-fire to innocent, virgin paper that don’t conform to the standard coffee-sipping book club norms that are taught in stuffy English literature and composition classes that have never enjoyed the sweet slutty fragrance of new styles that laugh in the face of mundane, meaningless brick and mortar walls of boring punctuation, or in the case of Cormac McCarthy, the useless dialog quotes that exist only for subterranean beginners and bespeckled English professors reeking of cheap pipe tobacco smoke who have not watched their books made into silver-screen money volcanos and therefore do not deserve to subtract the punctuation and quotes at all. Ever. Wipe the drip from your nose and try again.
James Joyce wrote the Odyssey, a masterpiece that only three people on earth could understand or tolerate at most four pages of painful stream of consciousness reading, and those that did finish the book do not know or care what it meant, and Faulkner also streamed his educated and willing consciousness to the paper and Nobel prizes and Pulitzers tumbled his way, and the sensual sexiness of worldwide fame and accomplishment came to both, and who cares if they were unreadable or not, because if you do not enjoy stream of consciousness then you clearly demonstrate that you do not enjoy cute little puppies who lick your face because you forgot to wipe off the syrup from your thick, drippy pancakes that only your puppy deserved anyway.
In the world of AI, do you think this computing system could create the stream of mind-tickling consciousness I just penned today? Nope. Not a chance. I took a chance and changed my style, at least today, but I am human and AI does not comprehend the slippery meaning and emotion.
My soul waits for the bountiful reward that hopefully comes from the time that I am no longer walking on this brutal but exquisitely beautiful earth and the Pulitzers and Nobels shine in the sun for those that receive them, displaying the gleeful recipients on a towering world stage of lofty accomplishment, but what do they bring to the loving arms of the Almighty who welcomes all believers, whether they have a Pulitzer prize or if they sweep floors at McDonalds as long as they simply believe.
© SRCarson Publications
I don’t think AI could ever create something original and unique like this or make me feel the same way I do when I read your blog.
Loved the first line, loved the last line and everything in between. AI will never be able to compete with this profound, fun flurry of thought. When I read your blog, I do feel like a “puppy lapping up the syrup” and I enjoy every drop. Keep feeding us those delicious pancakes!
Reading each line, I can say one thing for sure… each phrase is priceless as a quote… but the scary thing is that artificial intelligence is increasingly digging its paws into the everyday lives of mortals… only we are mortal… and it is going to become immortal… I hope for the best… but the fact remains a fact (((