Aggrieved and Antic

Three astonishments shy of a high-strung melodrama I flickered and boasted about my existential moodiness. I was three compositions  short of a wartime screenplay and much too invested in haunting atmospheres. I craved numerous occult tropes of uncanny hunger. In short, I pitched decanters of sherry at obedient patients of the supernatural. Again, I was transpecies extraordinaire with a flat rear tire — passenger side. I was aggrieved and antic, send me a fur fringed papoose as a conversation starter. I say nothing when I’ve got logorrhea. 

I evolved out of an overplayed lachrymosity just to change into a tank top made of human skin — ancient vellum, not to worry, I only skin my bestest of friends on alternating thanksgivings. Give thanks for moribund cummerbund fitters, the most underappreciated vocation. I moved in that direction and met the cleanest tapeworm I ever roomed with. Take that to the tripe!

What I’m Reading:

Artificial intelligence (AI) chatbots trained on ‘brain rot’ content — vapid social media posts that are the equivalent of mental junk food — are worse at generating accurate information. Researchers found that chatbots given a diet of popular and sensationalist Twitter/X posts skipped steps in their reasoning process (or didn’t use reasoning at all), spat out wrong answers and demonstrated ‘dark traits’ such as psychopathy and increased levels of narcissism.

— Flora Graham / “AI gets ‘brain rot’ from social media” / Nature Briefing