Jason Rimbaud

I would say your first feeling is correct. AI writing is so predictable. For the last three days, I've been laid up trying to focus on reading and taking huge amounts of painkillers. The beast in me that hadn't had any drugs for over fifteen years now came roaring to life and I took all the pills in three days as opposed to eight. Hadn't realized that beast was still alive. Luckily the husband won't refill the prescription, but damn a part of me really wanted that feeling to continue. Sorry, I digress, I've had nothing to do but read and I've seen a bunch of AI stories and its laughable. I went back to read the Wheel of Time again. But I wasn't high enough to go through that slog.

Maybe its the drugs I'm on, but we should start calling out authors we think are using AI. .

By the way, most everyone loves your wonderful writing. Its unique, AI tries to make everything look, feel, sound the same.

It was a cold night, raining, so hard a steady stream of water poured along the rim of my umbrella soaking my back. I was no further than twenty yards from the Muni tunnel that leads beneath San Francisco. My local Gus Supermarket might charge premium prices for food, but they cheap out on the paper bags. Because before I made it across the street, the rain had soaked through and the bottom of the bag gave out. At that very moment, I heard the high pitch squeal that usually accompanies a sighting of the Giant Ants. In m haste to gather my precious grocery items, one of the cans rolled along the Muni track directly towards that awful opening. I scrambled along the wet track to grab the can of Buttered Beets for my homemade blueberry Soda, I slipped in some Ant droppings. The can of beets went flying and my feet flew up and I land hard on my right hip. For a moment, all the air was driven from my body and I couldn't feel anything. Then the pain flooded in and I stared up into the oversized pinchers of Barnacle Lips. He looked at the discarded can of beets and then back up at me. I wiped the rain from my eyes and he screamed out in his Ant language. It was a challenge. Well, I wasn't going to let this oversized ceptipod get the better of me, not when I still had breath in my body. I jumped to my feet and started for the can. Cans and stalks of celery in my wake as all three of my grocery bags were soaked, but I didn't care, I wasn't going to lose this can of buttered beets to a fucking ant. Just as my hand reached the can, I slipped on a used needle that was stuffed inside an equally soiled condom and my ankle turned. I went down, and I instantly knew it was broken. Barnacle Lips lunged gleefully as I writhed in pain. he snatched the can of buttered beets and scurried back into the tunnels. And that's how I broke m ankle.

Wow you don't say? Hadn't noticed.

Quick Update: A broken ankle, lots of drugs, and even more sleep.

You didn’t get me in trouble, my cat got mad I sssid it wasn’t wonderful

If you think it’s hot, it’s me, if you think it’s not, dunno.

Happy Tuesday you wonderful humans. I'm away.

You don't have me using the middle finger emoji. It's gone. never happened. Old photo was an AI representation of what I used to look like in my twenties. This is what I look like in my 50's

No you don't. No :jason

Well, I'm not a young guy. . The rest, I'll look at the birds.

I am a stupid butt face. And I suck in bed.

I was poking CassieQ from something she said in my thread, and like a moment later, she commented on your thread.

I love a man in his 70's. .

My hair thinned, and fell away in a single year. But when it was unaliving itself in my sleep, it was a luxurious dark brown.

So its been a few days since I've shaved, either my head or my face. And last night, during the argument, lets say I had with the cat, I was told I looked like a bald Santa. The cat was right, my beard is completely white with just a few patches of brown hair. I mean, I have a few aches and also pains, mostly from the cat, But when did I get old? Only old guys have solid white beards, right? When I shave, I look a pretty good 40 something. When I don't shave I'm like 60. At least I don't have white pubes yet, that would put the nail in my coffin I think.

The person who said such filth also hangs out here where she acts all proper and demure. But we know the truth, don't we?

I will not bring the innocent Ben's thread down to my level. All I will say, I sending you a virtual hug, with fully clothed parts between us.

There is no way I could be a narwhals in my last life. To be this big of a fuck up, I would have to have been JFK's seat warmer or something.

Were you a bald pasty white guy?

Just another reason why I'm not a true writer!!! I always take the path of least resistance. I just add more sex, problem solved.

So I got into a lot of trouble last night over that post. . I fear its going to cost me a trip to Chicago. Not my trip, nope, I'll be stuck at home with the demon spawn cats. He'll be out having fun. PLUS: I'm banned from talking about him, good or bad on GA. So to get back at him, I'm writing a story and I'm making him the villain.

You do know there is a middle finger emoji, right? I don't use it only because I think the mods might get mad, but in another forum, to use this emoji, you had to type :jason. I was flattered.

I'm not going to say much, as you are close to certain themes I don't want to address at this moment. But I did enjoy giving a glimpse at the reason why Gabriel is so cold and good at being detached. As for Gabriel going after Sean, let's hope nothing happens that might make Sean turn away.