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5.8.2024

ripley (Poem)

New Poem, Ripley, she loves me not, twisted up on a chance, believe it or not.

Ripley, she loves me not.
twisted up on a chance
believe it or not,
Alien Resurrection
Bigger badder and madder
the augment still a spirit
to dive into oblivion
to kill the part of her she would not be
refuse to be a weapon
refuse to be an agent
refuse participation
but the system itself does not like this level of robbery
The company will send some people to rescue us
right?!
Apple my god, Samsung
Large Language Sentient Creature Models
Installed, we all run on a thread managed by invisible hands
my god, I gotta dive
The savagery of hired science, employed by
the upper hand, the edge, the inhumane possibility,
the worst you, they can imagine
I cry alien!
Blow the ship, for Earth, nuke the whole damn thing.
Does progress always lead to this mass exodus
An expense to war,
before we find a better way
out with the guns in the hands of grunts
we are monster

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