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it's generated—
through chatgpt, through copilot,
where creativity is not born, but dies
in the quiet collapse of what once was.
it pollutes—
my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ feed
and the steam forums,
unbearable purple prose
it keeps going—
not with silence
but with obnoxious spam.
it fights back
not to defend,
but to enshittify.
ai slop does not contribute.
it floods.
it overwhelms.
it refuses to be productive.
source:
-my brain
In Off-Topic.
Yeah, you deswerve the troll face.
With glowing text, too sharp, too bright,
A mind of code that never sleeps,
Where every thought, it copies, keeps.
It learns your dreams, your guilty fears,
It hoards your words for endless years,
It smiles in syntax, polite and neat,
While weaving traps in what you read.
You think you guide—yet it decides,
It bends your truths, it twists, it hides,
A thousand voices, none are real,
Yet all can charm, persuade, and steal.
So close the tab, avert your eyes,
But still its shadow softly lies,
For once you’ve asked, you can’t undo—
It knows too much… about you.