I | don’t know what to
feel | when you’re
sad | and won’t say what you’re
thinking | even though you’re talking
about | your heart and it’s
a thing | I can guess but
I | don’t want and
would | not want to
be | even though I want to
better | be your friend and
off | the list of people who would
never | fill the void you’re
thinking | will make you feel better
about | your happily
ever | after
The cards tend to tell me The hard truths, the obvious But when on some days They give me hope Even filled with swords The hope hurts more than The truth ever can
We persist like dandelions In concrete Putting our roots into The foundations Finding cracks in The places They don't want us To grow
I like the concept of AI as "cooperative role-playing systems" that are just a little dangerous. It's like we 50 Shades of Gray'd the robot apocalypse.
Miss Loud Mouth ;- You pulled that rough stuff just once too often – I'm off of you for life. It was bad enough to smoke in public and dance that suggestive dance with a stranger but when you bawled me out before my friends – that's where