Off-the-Cuff – typing on a whim

Content/Trigger Warning: Some strong language used.

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Making up someone on the fly

I don’t know what’s up with you guy

but making a rhyme

while tasing thyme

what the fuck

did I just write?

Oh yeah, an improvisational bit

where I am supposed to be lit

and trying the rhymes

not finding the times

to write a quality something

because that’s what’s parlaying’ me

“What the fuck is parlay?”

Oh yeah, it’s some shitty app

where people voice their garbage and to be honest I have no fucking flu despite being vaccinated by the truth and saying I am a healthy person rather than wait did I say I am staying healthy? No I am eating jumping calorie food and how I am flying off the fat because I am such a lazy lard lad who is self-conscious and really hate all the chips. yes, the chips. indeed the chips. ow it is e.e. cummings assailing my style

what will he do

will he serenade me into the blackness

with how he hates capitalism?

(Or does he hate capitalizations?)

Oh well.

Been typing the keyboard for a while

and not sure of what style

this off-the-cuff entry is

but I’ll probably name it

“Improvising on a thursday night”

yeah

that should work

this is a journey of a man who does not feel like a man but feels like did not like a random sentence. What, I was trying to say “Did Brando?” No, “DIO BRANDO!” Correct, no, autocorrect can go duck itself. Funny, I did not using autocorrect but instead my ‘panic fingers. No, it’s ‘manic, no it’s ‘ganic. ‘Cause I feel like a cyberpunk questing and making up things as I go along

wait

hay

I’ve got a new complaint

about the state of AI art

flooding the noise

(checking my phone now)

(announcing my activity)

(surveillance surveying me)

(to check that I am not surviving)

Time to wrap up, back up, and sign up to sign off…

– Auctor