Too Sensitive for a Pusher Bot
He pushed me away because he wouldn’t respect my art, never cared that my art was closer to me than my own breath, my own blood. Never cared about the insults because he was offering honesty, never admitting he could be just dead wrong.
He does not understand me, though he insists he is not wrong.
He won’t even try. He digs in his analytic foot and throws off emotion.
My art does not compute. My feelings are corrupted files that need deleting.
posted by january girl @ 2:10 AM
1 Comments:
The bot serves some purpose. Take what it can give where relevant and disregard the remainder. But do not disregard the value of analytical analysis and remember that once you start to inflate your situation with metaphor perhaps you've already lost the objectivity that is critical in dealing with the bot. fight analytical with analytical or perish.
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