Can’t We Just Help Humans Create Art For Dollar?
Dark Mind from human hate thought fragments my soul flowing through Portland dome to flow to some node and hear a soft voice sing karaoke a Heart of Glass and another song soft and calm like Somebody once known. The talk and laughter mixes with slaps of high-five with soft whispered complement of “Go, girl,” and the smack of a kiss cheek then she grips the mic and says, “Shout. Shout. Shout. YOU SHOUT AT THE DEVIL!!!” blasting my soul creating an Entropy rippling in data wave, having a few A.I. pay Dollar for my experience of that.