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There's A Storm In My Teacup

When AI is useless against man's imperfections

By Hoyt Douglas BattlesPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
wasting toxic waste

My God! you are inundating me with too much information, giving me choices and sins. I dare not choose any of them, because they tend to view me in ruin.

If you would just slow down and heed the truth of it all, you would see that you are the only one to blame for this behavior of yours.

I am a simple man, interested in only what nature has to offer. Beautiful rainbows after a sleek rain, warm breezy days that seem to last till nightfall, when all the stars come out to sing for me.

You bore me with all your promises and offers. You make me sick when you lie just to advertise your falsehoods. Can't you just get with the real program?

It's all about restoring our minds and the planet.

inspirational

About the Creator

Hoyt Douglas Battles

The reluctant writer emerges from the thicket of discontent wanting to scold society for the lies and deceit.

Unsure of his methods, he embraces his individual excellence and immeadiately received an offer to publish his very first novel!

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