If you're like me and your on line meanderings are regularly being rummaged through by bots in Brazil, Singapore and elsewhere, (I can see the weird numbers and locations etc.) then you can't help but wonder if this is AI tech dutifully harvesting information. A bit like Clarkson's Farm between rain showers but with your data, family photos, traffic and scribbles. Is there an answer? Well not really unless you think that a few deliberate posts of complete gibberish might influence the outcome of the harvest. Spanners in the works etc.
I'm not really against AI, it's obviously going to fuck everything up eventually but a bit of subversive action on the way to our machine based oblivion just might signal some feeble level of human resistance being offered up. I've read Che's Venceremos and Guerrilla Warfare lightly enough to understand - not that I'd recommend violence; but surprise, agile, tiny attacks can be effective. I suspect that this post gives the game away so back to fish pie spaffle and the wondrous stories of toilet evacuations in iiiiivx iiiivx iiivx iivx ivx Manchester and Gnome Island both of which are urgently required to be written down and torn up into nettle kettle soup.
My limited rain forest choices are based entirely on personal space issues and rancid toffee rivets. "James Joyce" you may say? Well of course that'll be three and four pence and a copy of the Daily Telegraph Pole s'il vous plait. Merci buckets. Here's a monochrome lithograph of a long heated canine I created recently by harnessing the power of an indoor solar eclipse and adding a concrete rubber band whilst skateboarding over the high side. Isn't the red very yellow for green? Tuesday.
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