The brain feels crueler than the beating heart.
The gut is grosser resting further down.
Not being robots we are not that smart.
Our hearts don’t understand an AI frown. 135 more words
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Of the Onset of Cold Weather
A Snowbird’s Lament in Homophones
If I’m allowed, I’ll rant aloud
of autumn’s need to dye, to… 159 more words
Today, Bjorn is celebrating the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature: Bob Dylan. It seems the folks at the academy got over their tightassery and actually chose somebody that almost everyone knows and isn’t some obscure foreigner – an American Bard. 84 more words