Bedeviled, human,
your plight, in waking,
is to choose from the words
that even now sleep on your tongue,
and to know that tangled among them
and terribly new
is the sentence that could change your life.
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Hello world!
Somewhere along the bumpy road of life I made a wrong turn and ended up in a metaphor, and so on that day a new and strange repository of words was born on the side of that road
and you, dear reader, ended up reading my poorly-thought-out dedication marker located just beyond the accident-scarred collision barrier of that road
and now you’re thinking about how safely you drive your own metaphors
but it’s ok because when metaphors crash, they crash like couches, not airplanes
YES, THIS IS THE ACTUAL FIRST POST OF ORI.NZ
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i guess its a fucken poem
One day this li’l #screenie
coulda illustrated for people’s kids-kids
how 2016 servitors (who weren’t even widely called that yet),
(even disparagingly),
(even ironically),
& who while relatively quite dumb,
weren’t not the cleverest blunt tools in a big ol’ messy computery-magic drawer…
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Especially since dude,
is this important information
…just this now?
do you really want me to get up again?
I mean this is my job,
whatever,
it’s cool.
#ChillStonerJobStrongAI
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But robo-brains in the future
usually don’t usually do
what you expect them to
either
[new line][ellipsis][stop recognizing speech] [horizontal rule]
HashtagSchmashtag’s Ghetto:
#codeispoetry #poetryiscode
#pagingDoctorWho #DoctorWhoCantReadTheirOwnHandwriting
#meatbrains
#mindmeeters
#metermades
#modalities
#nonOverlappingMagesteria
I Count one two thr333 sockpuppets of infinity who are making this, hah, ah, AH, cough #hashtag
#hypersigil
#iguessitsafuckinpoem
Source: Instagram photo by Orin Zebest • Oct 30, 2016 at 3:55 AM
Eh.
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Mixed Metaphors
I’ve never been a bettin’ man, but if I was I’d hedge my bets in ma’ own favor.
For the day draws nigh when I shall set upon the world a sight which it hast never before borne witness to, a site whose time hast come, a site so unlike any other it can be called by naught but its own name: WordGlot.
Thou shalt see. All of thou.
Indeed, I can practically see the classes begin to file in, sense the navigation gain direction, while the floating divs become more bouyant and springy along with the nonsensical metaphors.
Launch in t-minus… 5… 4… 3…
uhh, could we start back from 100, Curtis? I was just being a smartass and killing time between work.