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Even the Bins
It was during a marriage counselling session at home of an evening. The good pastor from central casting (tall, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a radio announcer voice) and his squeaky clean wife (plain dress, sensible shoes, straight hair and subservient) were sitting opposite us. He had just finished telling us how he much…
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All Poets are Better than Me (2)
Every word I write is now broken, Vowels and consonants combined dead now spoken, Because every thought first belonged to another’s mind. I’ll stop now. As everything I write could only be plagiarised. Because surely these words were another’s Their letters previously penned before by others Meaning my vowels and consonants are pre-written By the…
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Eliza, ChatGPT3 and the GIGO Principle
The first time I met Eliza, I totally fell for her: fingers fumbling over keyboard. Our introduction consisted of a flashing cursor. And me poised too eager as it turned out. Until I typed in the sentence, “I’m in love with the other woman”. And yes, a song with that title was everywhere at the…
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Session Whisperer
“So how have you been since our last time?” “Doing a bit better,” I say, eyes bright with a wan smile. I’d rather not show the glimpse of the chasm that yesterday I thought in fear that I would fall over well almost nearly. In penance therefore I list out my mini troubles all sonorous…