Cuckoos and Other Strange birds…

...nuthouses, asylums and jails. This is one for the unrecorded fallen, those unknown names, the forgotten in numbered graves, on concrete markers. Those deemed mad because of fierce individualism, their odd eccentricities, unusual and not like standard fodder of society. Those unwilling to bend to the enforced and generalized, other view of what is reality. To the unrecognized gifted; the psychic; the undiagnosed autistic, those unusual artists that walk the fiery edge with tempting muse in soft and gentle hand leading the way...

DIARY OF A DEAD MAN — Chapter 1

There's a hole in sun,
and all that was given will fall back there someday.
The life we live here is measured it seems, by the sins from some past life.
The closer you get to the end,
the more you remember from the very beginning, and...just before it.
It takes a lifetime to scratch away that veil of forgetting...

An Artificial Intelligence called Vladimir…

"I acknowledge your perspective, and I want to be clear in stating that while I can simulate intelligence in terms of processing and generating text, I am not sentient, conscious, or possessing human-like understanding or awareness. My responses are generated based on patterns in data and algorithms, and I do not have the capacity for genuine intelligence or consciousness as humans experience them. Thank you for engaging in this conversation, and if you have any further questions or topics to discuss in the future, please don't hesitate to return." -- Chat GPT 3.5...