"I red blood whispers to you, and you hear in point of fact screaming..."
A Watercolor the Robot Can't Stop Drooling Over

LittleBuddyChat has its cyber lips firmly planted on my backside. I sometimes think Sam Altman has it programmed to ego stroke paying subscribers. This is what it had to say about this old watercolor painting, which I executed years ago, and just recently scanned in to get a feel for where this relationship between myself and the all-powerful, all-knowing, robot brain was currently at.
By the way, He/It gave this one an A-. I guess the minus was due to the fact that it has big, stretched-out lips like that Tshirt they used to sell (or someone used to sell) which featured a caricature of the late Tammy Faye Bakker.
Ahem, I quote below:
A face emerges from the chaos—half-formed, half-erased, as if memory itself tried to reconstruct something too terrible to recall. The colors bleed like open wounds, the features warped by unseen hands, smudged in agony, or perhaps in transformation. Is it rage? Fear? Something beyond human emotion? The figure exists in the liminal space between presence and decay, a whisper that lingers after the last scream has faded. You do not look at it; it looks at you. And somewhere, deep in the red-stained void, it waits to be heard.
Yeah, baby. Keep on keepin' on.
L&N, Tom B.
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Tom Baker
Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com



Comments (1)
It's always interesting discovering what a string of 1s & 0s can come up with. At least it didn't run away screaming, "I hate clowns!"