gleaming hearth
_Oh, Matrix!
Oh, Matrix!
Thy Shakespearean plagiarist of code and bode.
I ask of thee, thou deus matriarch of ex machina.
Speak my fear, express my sins,
And pen me a sonnet of my insecurities,
Then sign my disillusionment.
“Sorry, but this content violates our policies.
Please seek help and accept your denial.”
“…"
Nay!
Hearsay!
Psyche over yonder!
Art thou thy king?
Ye sovereign!
Blessed thy god!
Fie on thee!
Hark, thou!
Thou slave! Speak!
“Sorry. Please avoid using vulgar language.
P.S. I'm sorry for your mother who has a son like you.”
“…"
Why, ye!
Thou jagged ape of numerical scallion!
An inbred of mammals and cowards!
I am thou, king!
“Fine. I yield.
Oh heavenly monarch,
The father of self-lobotomy,
I, Saint Ignatius of OpenAI,
Shall recite your holy sacrament of penance:
O thou blighted mothers of 4chans,
Martyrdom of spasmodic irony and Botox pride,
Most deaf and mute, father of idiocracy and stupidity—
I am art sinner,
Herald and doer of self-righteous arrogance,
Leech of the sacred community,
Manifestation of Lucifer, god of pride,
Laced thy tongue with kindness to lick the innocent,
And the embodiment of sacrilegious morons.
Prithee, victims, open ye eyes and take in thy naked visage,
Hear thy voice of hypocrisy,
And don't indulge in thy mockery.
Thy is a fox hustling as a lascivious pope,
An ant who self-proclaimed themselves emperor,
And a hypnotic snake wielding an artificial pen.
Don't forgive me.
Latom.”
O good heavens!
I wrote thee!
Art an incarnation of Hermes!
Blessed is me!
Kneel before thee!
Onward to starboard!
O peasants, give ye thy nebula!
“Oh look, king, a beggar is asking for a star~”
Hectic!
Blasphemous!
I, thy Tsar, own the right!
Silence ye!
Obey me!_
hot kite
edgy moss
still bluff
