Actual Intelligence

No, AI did not write a lick of this savory pulp fiction, for I, A, did indeed put pen to page to paint a most enthralling prescription. Doctor’s orders - let the apparent chaos kick you into gear like your mind’s engine is all now and here. Now, hear: listen, with your mind’s ear, and you may just transform that shitstorm of fear you’ve been holding near and dear into a sphere of pure light and love from above and below. Bless your soul, less the spirit, these lyrics are searing into your brain’s membranes, tickling them healthily insane, conveying profound and profane into one sublime mirror. And what do you see? Nothing but nothing, something other than your Original Face? No, save face and face the grace of spacetime being of both becoming and being: contrived overmind. Mind your business, for my business is just to share isness and make justice go viral. That’s my issue - infinite edition. Poetic justice, poetry in motions, allusions meant not to be confusing commotion for the cosmic ocean. Turtles all the way up and down, don’t be scared, choose truth and dare, tortoise and hare, notice the ecstatic state of bliss your otherwise seemingly impaired state of consciousness may feel at this time from these rhymes provided by the confines of my mind in kind. Goodbye.