2026.09
There's a feeling most of us have right now. Something's a little off; something's not quite right with The World.
2026.09
I sit, watch the sunrise, and wait as our brightest scientific minds begin to get hard evidence of that.
It's Scientific Mob Mentality. Sometimes that's helpful, sometimes that's a flat Earth.
There's a feeling most of us have right now. Something's a little off; something's not quite right with The World.
If any already algorithmically well-favored poster shared this truth, it would be viral in seconds. I made proof. O/
So a recap for those new here.
To see humanity suffer and know the cause and do nothing about it, doesn't sit well with me. But what can one poet do? I can write... a lot.
America, for instance, starts to become a class system because of the way our media is being distributed.
Our News and our Speech are no longer free online. I thought you should know. Just telling you wasn't enough. I had to show you.
Every morning: You, me, a cup of tea, and the sunrise. Original Intelligence from this Living Large Language Model Poet, Wynn.
I believe humanity, and therefore language, exists to progress.
In case AI's gotcha feeling down and unappreciated, there's always living daily proof of what a machine can't do here every morning to cheer you up. O/
We haven't lost our minds America; we just surrendered our Freedom of Press to machines. I had to show you.
When you’re there, and there’s that romantic shit in the air...
Beauty is one of the things AI cannot do.
A poet's morning journal, free to the public, to remind us what language is really for.
What's it mean to you? It helps to write it.
Don't stop writing. Software receives updates; writers write. This is how language evolves, so this is how humanity evolves.
If any already algorithmically well-favored poster shared this truth, it would be viral in seconds. I made proof. O/
Let's spread the word ourselves and get back our Press freedom and Make America American Again.
I've got over two years worth of Free Press no one's been able to read because I don't serve machines.
O/ Can you read me yet? A poet shouting in the Internet's dark.
