Tag: life
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Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Writing
From manufacturing to healthcare, artificial intelligence has revolutionised many industries. Its impact on writing as a profession has been debated. Some say AI threatens the writing industry, and others say it can improve it. There is no doubt that there are potential threats and opportunities presented by artificial intelligence in writing as a profession. With…
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I know
I know you’re going to want to see this letter Wishing for comfort Feeling misunderstood Feeling confused because they said they love you Feeling used Feeling like you have everything to say but no one has asked you, Or you’ve run out of people to tell, Or people to call, Or people to take calls…
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On Booze and Being a Writer
Lord Bryon said that “Man being reasonable must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication”. The regulars at clubs as well as authors seem to concur, so maybe I lost some memo along the way. Literature is peppered with heavy drinkers. From the Fitzgeralds to the quieter, lonelier drinkers like Charles Bukowski, there…
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I WANT MY HEART BACK
The day you dumped me, you forgot to give me my heart back, I was not aware that you did that with intentions of breaking me down. You kept it in your hands and whenever you saw me smiling, heading to my happiness you smashed it bit by bit to an extent that I never…
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Blackberryphilia (2010)… pt.3
previously… Me: Hey [beep]: (chewing) Hey. Me: Eh, it’s Coin. I’m so effing stressed. Calisto’s dead, like remember in Jennifer’s Body where Chip said his mum was catatonic like a zombie-mannequin-robot statue? Like that dead and what’s weird is that when he does come round, this really disturbing icon that’s not even in the manual shows. [beep]: (chewing) uh… Effing [beep]! Why’s…
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… and then I kissed her (I)
“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put through,” I started as she unlocked the door to her apartment. She was startled at first but relaxed when she recognised my voice. “What are you doing here?” she turned around as I took the last drag of my cigarette. She was a mess, but then again,…