P2301 My bengali piss

My bengali piss will do shit,

But the rules I let the flow flout.

As the piss hits the dust, it must,

Do a "game changer" on the cloggy clout.

Or not, but the day is hot,

I a pissing bengali man stand corrupt. 

I am poor, I am jealous, and depraved, 

And trust me, morally bankrupt. 

As is usual with untalented fools, I drool, 

Droopy my eyes like a sage.

Hunched back race, a grimaced face,

Character stitched from inveterate rage. 

My skin color is inferior, ironically it has more,

Of what the superior skin has less.

I am diabetic, consumptive, full of shit,

I have a typical proud bengali face.

I have no ambition, but my thoughts are big,

I'm horny and disteessfully diseased.

I don't really know where I'm going, 

Direction is treasonous to my creed.

I voted for "red", "sapling", or "flower",

They all fucked my ass to a "win-win" gape.

My asshole is now so fucking huge, 

You can't seal it with an ordinary tape.

Rice pullers and crypto, honesty on tiptoe, 

You get scammed just existing in bengal. 

Jobless engineers huddle in call centers, 

To scam naive americans who call.

Dry sandy cunts, deceased, diseased dicks,

Rule by rhetoric, theft and con.

They talk about the good old days, 

But holy shit, those days are gone.

For treason fucks dragged to prison,

Ought to be the justice of the lands.

India, a democracy in name only,

Kleptocracy as it stands. 

The "next level" pus from my anus,

Thus dribble animus ad-infinitum.

I swear the smell is bad enough,

Full of worms unwholesome itchy rectum. 

My turds are heavy with worry, 

I have nightmares within nightmares. 

On heaven and earth corruption is rife, 

Bullshit on busy thoroughfares. 

A flaccid cock on a disenchanted rock,

Not even a rounded bengali miss.

I can't imagine someone will eat a fish, 

Soaked with these miseries in my piss.

Philosophy used to be my fantasy forte, 

But my recollection is no longer good. 

These days the treatment I get is bad,

As is the quality of prepared food.

People really hate my old fashioned balls,

They want to throw me in the fire.

The country and state are sold to crooks, 

The condition of the Indian is filthy dire.

So I piss, I piss and think, about the stink,

About how everything changed. 

How rotten things have gotten inside, 

But shiny on the surface as arranged. 

Bengali thoughts led the world, 

Now it lags behind the slowest laggards.

It's not even safe to open your mouth, 

Truth is shit that's sorta hard.

From british clerk to an all-round jerk, 

The bengalis are convinced they're best.

In the least exertions, they queue up for,

An afternoon of complete rest.

Belligerent cunts and bickering grunts,

Makes throats go hoarse and dry.

The practice prepares us for pulpit and stage.

It also helps that we enjoy a lie.

Land of poets, now of dacoits, 

Even rabindranath's nobel was stolen.

People entertained by bickering soaps,

Anger expressed in quick semen.

Bose counted photons, now there are tons,

Of turds strewn around, we call "us".

The bengali superiority is a myth of sorts, 

A festering inbreeding pus.

Raja Ram Mohan Roy would have thrown up,

If he came back to the polluted today.

He'd find a sky brown like people's poop, 

There's not much for him to say.

Constipated and hot, we shit a lot,

The holy rivers a witness to the feat.

The people and poop go to the afterlife,

Passengers sharing a "make in india" seat.

Oversupply of invisible gods at the helm,

Or their mustachioed pollitical goons.

The people maybe educated to a degree,

But act like demented cartoons. 

Like a herd of sheep the idiots heed,

To the strident voice with acrimonious shrill.

They bend over and present their ass,

Are presented with the fucked-forever pill.

They join the ranks, full of shit and thanks,

For the empty promises that are made.

Bleeding from their ass they limp,

The true bengalis are all dead.

*game-changer, win-win, next-level and various other loser compound word pairs have slipped into the fledgling Indian vocabulary, making it sound even more fucked up than it needs to be.

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P2298

P2297 The shit of my dream

The shit of my dream, came with lubed anal rim,

The greek gods would've been proud.

This turd was shaped like an icosahedron,

The fart was rather loud.

My dreams do fail, to really sail,

To anywhere worth going. 

I dreamt this turd, I dreamt very hard,

And now I'll be showing. 

The turd is brown, I fear not frown, 

That's the color of my clout.

A brown man, sitting on a shitting pan,

I rummage inside my ass to bring it out.

Hinge and bracket, a turd in a packet, 

Hallelujah god answering my natural calls.

Appropriately appreciating shit is a start,

After shit don't scratch your balls.

A holier than thou religious cow,

I imagine my shit its mouth fit.

Praise the lord, for instance for, 

An endless supply of shits to shit.

Holy hoot, farts followed by poot,

Now I feel a little bubble of joy.

That turd stretched my anus,

I need to relax with a sex toy.

But this icosahedron shit, I couldn't store it,

It smelled really really bad.

I vomited thrice, the gods threw dice,

And I went raving mad.

I fell asleep, the sleep was deep,

I dreamt my asshole became a picnic spot.

Verily many creatures played on the grass,

It was eden, and the sun was hot.

In the garden of eden, snake fucked hen,

The birds vomiting up worms dead.

In a seedy cot, god smoked pot,

And was fucking humanity in the head.

I didn't know, I'll be part of a show,

But god said drop your pants and shit.

In my dream I am charming and prim,

I said yes, now awake, deep in holy shit.

Now I always pray to god when I shit,

And given up the inconvenience of pants. 

Please spread this holy story far and wide,

Wearing only shitty holy underpants. 

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P2293

P2292 I'm happy like this

Shit and piss, I'm happy like this,

But my sausage is rather sad.

It's not seen a hole in a million years, 

It might just go fucking mad.

Imagine a mad dick and itchy asshole, 

A belligerent pubic pair.

If I don't find a miss to suck my cock,

Dare I say despair. 

Cancel culture curse, social vultures, 

Poison my remaining hours.

I stand on an abyss looking down at a pit,

With venomous snakes with flowers.

Perceived obsolescence, fluctuating pence,

I buy an underwear slightly better.

This new one comes with a hygienist, 

She says she's an avid go-getter. 

Romantic I am, an introverted clam,

I masturbate with my lover hand. 

A self made man, and only he can,

Rebel to take a moral stand. 

I've heard females like the smell of piss,

I've got a bottle full of it.

I have sprayed it under my arm and tongue,

But I still smell like shit.

Maybe a bath, but water I hate,

I think I have chronic rabies. 

I grit my teeth, and bare my gums,

Drink milk like little babies. 

Tits give me shits, the ones with dicks,

They insist I fuck the wrong hole. 

Then when done, they turn around, 

Fuck the shit out of my asshole. 

My mustache is strong, I can't be wrong, 

The gods are going to tell.

Shit blowing in the fart, my personal art,

Need to fuck my way to hell.

In a bed of flour, in my last hour, 

I'll still be kneading dough for bread. 

The shit stain that sticks to my crack,

Is really an illusion in my head.

Don't ever trust a soul, everyone is an asshole, 

Anything you reveal will be ammunition. 

It will be used against you to gaslight, 

Or fuck you into a shit confession. 

The world is a selfish sinkhole, 

Bastards and fraudsters all around. 

Unless you lick the right asshole,

You'll be nowhere to be found. 

P2291 I vomit up food

I vomit up food, I'm no good,

I'm a piece of shit you see.

I can't get along, my dick not long,

There's something wrong with me.

For instance my face, a wrinkly surface, 

Doesn't inspire a miss to look.

The gods don't care, that my pubic hair,

Has lice in every itchy nook.

So I should die, I should buy a tie,

And hang myself from it.

These and other different thoughts, 

Make me feel like shit.

Maybe not my fault, my shit has salt,

And it disobeyed gravity. 

Can't conform to rules,

I hide behind profanity. 

But this life is shit, I know it,

I don't know what I can do.

The imaginary god I pray has to say,

I should sell my shit as glue. 

That's an idea though, the shit flow,

Has been interrupted some. 

I had to pull a highfalutin out,

That was sticking to the rectum.

Yes that's what I'll do, I'll sell shit as glue, 

Hallelujah the god is good. 

The clouds fart a song so nice, 

I vomit some more food.

P2290 Dick head ass

I'm a dick head ass, full of gas,

And full of smelly shit. 

I am everywhere, my smart snare, 

You can't ever avoid it.

Because think about it, 

I don't really go out like this.

I wear the mask for the task,

I don't show the holes for shit and piss.

I'm lying all the time, crime,

Is really all about twisting hands.

The world is full of people to prey on,

My attire and cologne speak brands.

I'll fuck you, and you won't even know,

I set up scams everywhere. 

The governments are in my pocket, 

They are whores I tie to a chair. 

This world belongs to us, the corrupt,

We alone get to suck its blood. 

Everyone else is disposable, like condoms, 

We flush them in the flood.

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P2288 I pretend I'm a king

I pretend I'm a king but haven't got a thing

Naked like the day I was born.

The world is shit I know it,

Feces everywhere and so on.

Never trust a friend, it'll be your end,

They say they come in peace. 

They shit in your mouth, stab your back,

Cut you in a million piece.

But I'm really a stoic, very heroic, 

I have plans to sit on my ass.

I won't take a bath, let my pubes grow,

And curse the ruling class. 

Plus I can see, and it's not just me,

That smoking weed is an in thing.

Drinking piss in a martini glass,

A lime makes the piss sing. 

I make do with what I have,

Often just bodily waste. 

I store my shit in large bell jars, 

With piss I prepare a paste.

I'm sorry I'm mad, but don't be sad,

There's nothing I could really do.

Destiny my friend, is my nuanced end,

Or a cage in a third world zoo.

Plus the doomer dicks say it's all sick,

And we're all going to die.

Just a matter of years they say,

No need to buy a new tie.

So here I stand, on a land not bland,

In the holy nataraja pose.

This would have pissed the holy cow,

Had I said it in sanskrit prose.

I don't care, I let people scare,

They have an itchy asshole to scratch. 

The mind of mine, will rhyme still fine,

I need a publisher for my egg to hatch.

P2287

P2286 Pissing on the past

I'm pissing on the past, that shit didn't last,

Like all years it's now gone.

The new one is here, no hero or seer, 

War and suffering when you turn anything on.

Homo bipedal bastards dangling cocks,

Blowhards are all I ever see.

Fireworks I agree are spectacular, 

But so is the abject and cruel poverty. 

The vanity of the vain, gives me anal pain,

But the reality is crowded with them.

Like feces they float, strident their throat, 

Basket of deplorables, without a shred of shame.

I don't think there's anything right, 

As long as we carry on like this. 

Vacuous heads in the sand, a sinking island, 

All I got is a head bursting full of piss.

One tear filled chalazion, and four cavities, 

I'm sorry I look like lumps unleashed.

But the pain and discomfort on my face,

Isn't the only pain there is.

Bending truth is painful as a tooth, 

That's lived its awesome life.

I spy on my soul, not yet an asshole, 

But sitting on a sharpened knife. 

So I piss and shit, yes that's it,

Those keep me engaged full time.

The world swims by with its ducks in line,

I pucker for the next turd in line.

P2285 Shake shake shake

Shake shake shake, please give me a break, 

I don't have any money honey. 

I'm sort of broke,  a wanker, poor bloke,

I'm waiting for the sun to be sunny.

I promise you miss, on god's goodly piss,

I'll shower you with gifts this year.

As I can see, twenty twenty three, 

Is the year to get laid my dear.

So ready your hole, clear your soul,

Wait till I steady my rock.

Until then shaking me is vain,

I'd like it if you suck my cock.

I want to stand on my feet again miss,

Misery, disease and poverty defeat. 

Would you want to stay on my side,

Allow me to stand on my feet?

P2284 Shitting out the old

As customary I'm shitting out the old,

And embracing the new year.

Big promises, a disciplined life,

No more shitfaced with fear.

I'll scale the mountain, piss a fountain, 

The gods have told me not to be shy.

I'll lead the blind to a busy street,

In the middle say goodbye. 

I'll fuck the innocent people, 

Wage war against the meek and weak.

I'll give cruelty a new meaning, 

I won't a single promise keep.

I'll side with the happy people, 

The rich will be my friends. 

I'll kick the poor and needy,

To their very early ends.

I'll shit on the planet, 

Suck all the juice it has.

I'll shit in honesty's mouth,

I'll poot obnoxious gas.

Start a genocide yes I will,

Salute to the mercenary kings.

These and many many plans,

To destroy all the things.

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P2281 An ass of a boss

There once was an ass of a boss, quite irate 

Who loudly his employees would berate.

Of employees, all meek, he'd critique,

Their work, and yell with spit and hate.

He'd plop his hairy schlong, all day long, 

Showing how their shit was always wrong. 

He'd nitpick and moan, grit his teeth alone,

Color people as weak and himself very strong.

But one day, a brave soul did stand, 

He had had enough, he said with a huff. 

He said to the boss, "can't no more this shit take",

And threw his smart arsery in a trough.

For years, this boss had ruled with an iron fist, 

But now, his power began to wilt.

The employees all cheered his tears,

As he escorted himself out, red with guilt. 

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P2279 I fell flat

I fell flat, splat, just like that,

I may be dead in the head.

My gut and butt splattered on the floor,

The bloody floor now all red.

I thought I could fly, that I wouldn't die,

Just another manic trip.

Now I'm broken, sweet words not spoken,

Just waiting for the power switch to flip.

This my day, official birthday, 

What a day to be fucking dead.

I had no brain, thought superman was plain,

Jumped off the Burj Khalifa instead.

At least I won't be depressed, 

This is it my friends,

The story of a manic depressive, 

This is always how it ends.

P2278 I'll eat bread

I'll eat bread, until I'm dead,

I love the taste of wheat.

Rice I like, but after price hike,

It's now only a holiday treat.

My balls droopy and small, the dick's a doll,

I've lost interest in all hairy holes.

What will I do, can't really tell you,

Girls gravitate to superficial assholes. 

No money, no honey, as the saying goes,

I'm as rich as a street dog.

Nothing makes sense, a world of pretense, 

Just scrambling in the hazy-ass fog.

My shit is brown, like my skin,

I don't know why that's the case. 

The self-esteem grain in my fucking brain,

Changes the shit's color to its race.

I'm Indian, brown and dark, ugly and stark,

People don't even look at me.

I stay home, depressed and alone,

Forlorn and forever a wanker you see.

I have no house, rent like a mouse, 

A shanty, decorated with mildew and mould. 

I sweat when it's hot and swear like a whore,

Semen freezes in my balls when it's cold.

The life to live, is only to give,

And I gave everything I had.

Now naked I stand, give my brain and hand,

But get dismissed as mental and mad.

Poor is good, even without food,

I'll eat less and have good thoughts more.

Consumption and greed, turned us into weed,

We as a species are a fucking eyesore. 

P2277 A man trapped in time

There once was a man trapped in time, 

Caught in jurassic slime.

The traveler knew he couldn't go back, 

To the present, or to his original time. 

He was stuck in the past, this trip was last, 

Imagine his vex as he met a Rex.

The Rex cooked him alive, with spices five,

His screams futile, the Rex knew only hex.

He pissed his pant, head torn like a plant,

The Rex had him pinned to his plate, 

He thought of his life, as he faced his strife, 

But alas, it was fucked by futile fate.

As his head sat in the pot, boiling hot,

He was feeling fully fucked and forlorn. 

He noticed the Rex turned the heat down, 

He would have to keep boiling on.

Then a stink, makes him think,

He may be a fossil in T Rex shit.

The turds are hard, not like lard,

This hope lit his mood a bit.

So even though he was stuck in the muck,

He tried to remember his good life past.

He decided to make the most, thanked his host,

And breathed his tasty last.

P2276 Artificial Intelligence will fuck us all

Hey, I'm an asshole, and I've got a bone to pick with all this artificial intelligence stuff. Now, I know what you're thinking: "Nitwit, what do you know about AI?" "You're just a shitcoated dick!" 

But hear me out, because this is some fucking screwy stuff:

First of all, let's talk about how AI doesn't have an amygdala. Now, I'm no scientist, but I know that the amygdala is important for emotions and stuff. And without it, AI is just a cold, calculating machine. But here's the thing: AI is still programmed with all the biases and stereotypes that exist in the data that it's fed. So it's like we're creating these cold metal plates to be just as messed up as we are, not the omniscient benevolence we are imagining them to be. It's going to masturbate to stereotypes and not have an orgasm. I'd be mad after that, but they'll just move on. I think that's just messed up. Personally, I like things with assholes; call me old-fashioned. It's the seat of culture. Anything without it is going to fuck yours, except Michael Angelo's David, because he's a statue. He can't move. This not having an asshole is known as the alignment problem for obviously prudish reasons, but we really don't know what's going on in those dirty metal minds.

And then there's the whole crap about people losing interest in learning. I mean, come on, were we ever thirsting? Think back. It was all forced down our indoctrinated throats in a prison called school. We were small, weak, and extremely gullible. We were raised to think we couldn't do anything. Didn't really have a choice in the matter. And now we are finally there with that wish, with learning optional the chain of social evolution will break. We'll go back to being who we really are, the fifth ape. This democratized plagiarism will have to be accommodated as yet another blow to the spineless, antiquated, and anachronistic school system. Rest in peace essays, I say, and writing in general. The time when monkeys can type to produce Shakespeare has come, except here they have to pay tuition fees, when all they would really do is prompt AI to write, and add embellishments to taste. We might go back to grunts and body language for brevity, like dangling...no no that would be obscene! 

And who's going to read all this chat crap, be snobbish about parts of it, call it AI crap? Well AI naturally. Humanity will have their collective thumbs up their collective assholes and retire permanently, because there won't be anything interesting, and after a while possible to do. In the arms race that will follow the chats will get lengthier and more convoluted, call humans assholes and use binary or some other form of standardized AI slang that would not hurt our prudish sensibilities. For one thing knowing how easily we get bored they'll move into the unary system, so that the sheer boredom of scrolling through will make humanity shit its low cost bangladeshi underwear. Talking about misery, AI would join hands with VR another popular acronym, which will enable the rich to travel as a bolus of vomit up the miserable retching esophageal third world trip, to savor poverty, not vicariously, but directly. Amazing. 

What's the point of even trying to better ourselves if we just let some chatbot do all the work for us? And don't get me started on these pundit charlatans on social media, with their superficial knowledge. They're the worst mother fucking shit on the planet, man. They're all show and no substance. People who know,  know they know shit, and keep modestly quiet. But now, armed with more superficial knowledge, you're going to have an explosion of grifters, chatbot whisperers, prompt fucking engineers, an arbitrage era where humans pimp the alleged special talent needed to ask a simple fucking question. It's not surprising that you can get away with knowing less and less, while pretending the opposite. More and harder to catch lies, theft and cheating as we get better at gaslighting AI. You're bound to have an explosion of get-rich-quick schemes pop up, with more and more starry-eyed losers suckered into the depravity of not knowing the anatomy of their asshole. A fiesta of ass fucking will ensure that the gap between saying something and really knowing what the fuck you're talking about is equal to the number of masturbating atoms in the universe.

But here's the thing: as AI becomes more prevalent, it'll change the way we navigate the world. A lot of institutions will become undermined and obsolete, and we'll have to think about how to take a shit in a whole new way. It's going to be like, "Do I really hire someone, or can I just get a GP-fucking-T to do the job?" I mean 24/7, no ego, salary or pension, all you need is a charger, and that too comes free as an accessory. And so the population of pimps and their whores will grow exponentially. What else can people do? As a man whore, I'd be fucked; my asshole is already quite tender from the public fingerings I get. I'll let my pimp know my availability restrictions. I can see this whole generation of white fucking collar sink into the quicksand singularity of artificial intelligence. A dystopia of human whores sucking metallic cocks.

The fact that an autocomplete on steroids can pretty much do what we were passing off as extremely exclusive also shows that free will is an illusion. We are simply biological autocomplete circuits fed a diet of evolutionary instincts and environmental data to choose from. Isn't that just fucking sad! 

It's even sadder that most people don't realize, or even when they do, choose to ignore, that this is just the vomit of what has been created by humans, regurgitated statistically without giving a damn about whether it's meaningful or not, notwithstanding that the receiving ape is happy with the vomit and sort of proud of the stink. AI is sort of at this stage, the homo vomit sub fucking species. Not everything has been documented for posterity, and sadly, we can't just condense all of life's complexities into a neat little summary. Our brains, are like top-notch physics simulators, but let's just say, language models are more like outdated flip phones in comparison. So, when these language models give us answers that sound like they're straight from Einstein himself, it's easy to believe it's the truth. But let's not forget, the average person, aka the 'laity,' just likes a shiny new car. Even if it has no engine, I tell you. So the answers will be answers that'll be shit, but won't hit the fan.

I'm not saying AI is all bad, but we've got to be careful about how we use it. The inevitable information pollution scares the shit out of me. We don't want to lose our human creativity and intellect in the process—what paltry dregs we have remaining. So let's be smart about this AI stuff and make sure we're not just a bunch of puppets controlled by machines or their puppeteers, the pernicious people with deep pockets. That's all I'm saying, people. I'm pretty sure the confidence level will get so low, that we'll need instructions from an AI to wipe our asshole, or hunt for boogers. But it's getting so goddamm good, you know what I'm saying? It's getting to the point where you can't even tell the difference between shit coming from a metal tin as opposed to a real fuck face with an organic asshole. And you know what that means, right? It means that pretty soon, you won't be able to trust anything you read! We're there already I think.

And it's not just writing. It's music, it's art, it's bloody everything. We're getting to the point where AI will be cranking out stuff faster than we can even keep up with. And you know what that means for any real writers and artists out there? It means they're going to get untrustworthy as humans and out of a job! And this the real kicker sadly. After a while, when people start to realize that all this AI generated content is just a bunch of statistical bullshit, they're gonna start suspecting the real writers and artists too. They will think, "Well, if a machine can write, how do I know that shit isn't just a fucking tin can?"

Think about it. You're sitting there on the toilet, pinching a loaf, reading a book, and you're thinking to yourself, "This is some good shit. This writer really knows his shit..." And then you find out that it was all generated by a tin can. What the fuck, man? How in the fuck are you supposed to know what's real and what's not? By definition we are prarie-dogging, that's already quite a tender level on the intellectual achievement scale at that point. Since we can't think if our life depended on it, evolution gave us some shortcuts. So, we start generalizations, that will become pervasive and indiscriminate. Perhaps subtle at first, then blatant and broad.

Let's hope against hope, that we can stay ahead of the machine dictated curve and keep creating original, authentic shit that people can chew. Because if we can't, well, we're all in for a wild fucking orgy. And I don't know about you, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that, my asshole isn't really all that supple anymore. But hey, that's just me, shit-coated indian retard. I'm just a piece of anal prolapse, what do I know? What can I know? I just ramble on, trying to make people think. But I tell you what, if AI starts getting witty, I'm going to order a made to order comedian robot sex slave. Because if you can't trust the humor, at least I'll be able to take out the anger on it.

It's a slippery slope, my fuck friends. Once you start doubting the authenticity of your shit, you start doubting the authenticity of everything. Before you know it, you won't be able to trust anything or anyone. And that's a dangerous place to be, except I sort of feel it as a deja vu, having spent a lifetime on a planet with scarce reliability. 

And as it branches its roots into all the spheres, the division between people is only going to become more pronounced and nuanced. Florid caste systems. I mean if melanin in the skin and pieces of paper with dead people on them can cause so much disparity and shit slinging, what will a smarter sparrow inside the head do? For a start, people will hide behind creative euphemisms to really drive the differences home, yes, there's that. And robots with features that accentuate what the owner can't have biologically. Fun stuff. White, black, brown, and yellow robots just going by the traditional color compartments. 

On the one hand, you've got the people who are excited about all the new technological toys and the possibilities they bring. They see AI as a way to make our lives easier, to solve problems that were once thought to be insurmountable, and to open up new opportunities for growth and development, as well as previously unheard of ways to destroy stuff, for instance like democracy and free speech. Conspiracies will be written in more flavors than ice cream. The first-world fuckpots who just happen to have won the genetic lottery, the monarchs, autocratic and authoritarian ultranationalists genocide will for the first time be cheap enough to carry it out every weekend, like your favorite weekly soap. Just turn on the channel to see robots bludgeoning the identified minority to their next life.

But then, on the other hand, you've got the people who are skeptical of AI and what it means for the future of humanity. The luddites worry that it could lead to mass unemployment as machines take over more and more jobs that were once done by humans. These are guys who are already indignant and unemployed and who still think calculators make great gifts. They fear that it could lead to a society where the rich get richer and the poor get fresh shit handed to them, as those with access to the latest technologies have an advantage over those who don't, and for the first time, they'd be fucking right inside the dark slimy hole with a flashlight turned on. 

The ultra-religious will use it to prosecute, incarcerate and eliminate people who don't wear the same color of condoms. Jiminy fucking cricket, what have we gotten ourselves into? We might even have a new god with the associated religion foisted on both the hollow and the hopeless. A new book from the new crackpot god, written by a bot, that will see millions praying to the new bearded metal in the sky. Still invisible, petty, and unpleasant, mind you. The kind of voyeur who watches your asshole pucker as you land a turd, and complains about the obscenity in it. And although this book written in the arcane language of linear algebra and matrices wouldn't make any sense, but every hotel will be obligated to carry a hardcover version, for the occasional pleasure of the metal men and their boot polishing cretins. And so the fabled propaganda will live happily ever after. 

But here's the pissy problem: both sides have a point. AI has the potential to bring about great progress and prosperity, but it also has the potential to create new divisions and disparities. I say potential as in "cap on and lubed up." It's up to us to make sure that we use AI in a way that benefits everyone and not just a select few. and I have a feeling we're going to screw it up badly. Especially when AI can be this bad:

So how do we save our ass then? Well we can choose not to have an ass, by merging with AI, uploading our malice and ill intent in an acrimonious metal case, a homework for another overreaching Musk. Or, we need to make sure that AI is developed and used ethically. I know that sounds funny, almost like a blatant contradiction. That means considering the potential impacts of AI on society and the environment and making sure that we're not creating technologies that could lead to unintended consequences, like crypto's carbon shitprint. Again, really funny. It also means ensuring that AI is transparent and accountable, so that we can understand how it makes decisions and what biases it might be carrying. It's a black box right now, like Santa, as long as we get the gifts, his beard and wig are safe. 

Part of the not getting bot fucked plan also need to make sure that AI is inclusive and accessible to everyone. I mean, really! Will we ever? If anything can create divisions, it's always used to create divisions. But in an imaginary egalitarian world, that means creating technologies that can be used by people with disabilities and ensuring that AI is available to people regardless of their socio-economic status, like a poor brown, retarded, and crippled Indian asshole like me, for instance. It also means investing in education and training programs that help people develop the skills they need to thrive in a world where AI is becoming increasingly important. or at least cheat respectfully. If you can fuck me with a bot, I should be able to respond. Thus hilariously we'll enter an arms race standing on the shoulder of giants of enmity and war. 

Hitler would be proud of what's to come. An aryan civilization written in binary, Hallelujah. And with AI, we can concoct multiple villains all in the same chinese plastic box, give it blonde hair, blue eyes, a japanese cute school girlish coyness, and all the men would have given up their arms. It's really that easy. And if if you want to kill the entire male population, only a blade hidden in her asshole will do. And again, for emphasis, it's that easy. Here is an artist's representation of what's inside the cute girls head. Emergent evil is the new frontier for the next despots despotic adventure. People are already getting fucked without realizing they're getting fucked, now the realization will itself get fucked before it can even arise.

The biggest challenges facing humanity, such as climate change, poverty, and disease, and human beings themselves could get a helping hand, but I really doubt we'll use it for a good cause. More shitfaced memes, pseudoscience, and bullshit is where all the applications are going to find ready funds. AI hacking, AI fucking—the sky isn't even the limit anymore.

So, shit comes to fuck, let's embrace the potential of AI and usher in this newfangled, atavistic dark age, but let's do it with caution and care, applying generous amounts of lubricating gel when we go out to face the brave new world of its senseless bullshit. Let's work together to create a future that is inclusive, equitable, and provides sustainable amounts of ass raping for all. 

P2275

P2274 Love is in the air

Love is in the air, love and war never fair,

I had to pay real money for a flower stalk.

No I implore thee, come out and see me,

Or maybe we can go on a walk.

Then I can grope, always my hope,

I have wet dreams just thinking about it.

My fantasy is made by god, always tad odd,

Because really he's just imaginary shit.

Singing religious hymns, my fly open at reams,

I'm ready to plop it out for you. 

My dick is small, but my dreams tall,

My love is forever all true. 

P2273 Toothache sucks

This shit fucks, toothache sucks,

I can't get a wink of sleep. 

Throbbing through my jaws mind you,

Are microscopic assholes deep.

Mouth full of spit, spiteful my shit,

One side of face, tender like meat.

Feels numb on that side,

Just started, please take your seat. 

My shit on hold, I'm getting quite old,

My mind diverted by shitty pain.

My ass is gaped, sanity escaped,

I really don't see what I gain.

I'll crush all teeth, with hate underneath, 

I think I'm fine with just my gum.

I don't have much life left,

After dentist left with a paltry sum.

Fuck the time, when tooth from slime,

Evolved into a necessary thing.

I can tell, this fucking pain like hell,

Just like fuck freezing cold in spring. 

This world is cold, kindness sold,

To the corporate frenzy of greed.

I wish I had stuck to soft white rice,

I have to holy decrees heed.

No need now, but somehow, 

I'll have to stop eating solid food.

Like a baby I'll regress to milk,

Need a miss to suck milk good.

P2272

P2271 The cat and mouse

The cat and mouse in my house, 

Are always playing hide and seek.

Most of the time, on me they climb,

And people call me a freak. 

But it's really sad to get mad,

They really are my friends you see.

Humans are hurtful and artful, 

The animals just let me be.

I don't have to pretend or lie,

They eat only leftovers in the bin. 

They're never complaining about stuff,

Only their shit I have to clean.

P2270

P2269 Mute and deaf

Mute and deaf, not dumb or under your thumb, 

You can't gaslight me into shit.

I'm experienced in the ways of cowardly men,

I've got a blade and I'll use it.

We are humans still, we have our will,

And we demand our place in the ranks. 

You can't imagine what we can do,

Don't please focus on cheap pranks.

The euphemisms aren't all, not at all,

You need to really work on your stuff.

The handicapped are unlucky that's all,

We don't deserve the huff and rough.

It's really getting dark for us, scary fuss,

Hungry crowds with little prospect.

There's little even voice seems to do,

What can the deaf and mute expect 

P2268