Rights

It is my prerogative to follow the rules of the road. It is an honor and a privilege to serve you, my fellow American, by simply obeying the simplest of laws to the best of my fleshly ability. It is my prerogative to drive the speed limit. It's my drive too, you know. It is my prerogative to wait at that red light. I would be doing you a disservice if my vehicle could not "turn right on red" due to poor vehicle maintenance. It is an entirely different thing to hold out for my green when you would be better served by my patience. There is none perfect, no, not one.

Outlaw

It took days to open up festered anger that never should have been. Now unable to lock away scores of demons are crowding me within.

Outlaw, live as an outlaw 

Here I go now to fade away; I am feeling the breaking of the day bake the sky a sullen red. Seems I'd be so much better off ahead.

Outlaw, live as an outlaw 

Unlock the door, be on your way, this beggar's life just doesn't pay. Uncover more than all you know, ensnare the time, don't let go

You are not free, burden to be, uncertainty sets in to keep you wandering. You'll wear that crown and come back down to dwell inside this sadness pit to cry and never make a sound.

Breathe in, my tired feet are achin'. Feels like a prison here, I've seen it taken by men. Got time to fake it; it starts to beat, I start to run. Feels like it's breakin'- I've come undone

Outlaw, outlaw, live as an outlaw

whoa oops sry

I hope you're wearing your seatbelt because the instinct to reach across the passenger seat isn't in me

Not my problem

The guy who speeds through a work zone is like the loud annoying guy at work who does absolutely nothing all day except distract the people that are still expected to get something accomplished 😡

Are you buying this?

 

I heard an AI rock rendition of 50 cents' "in da club" and it was amazing. Very entertaining. I would never have known it was fake if the content wasn't labeled as AI. 

When we watch a TV show or listen to the radio, or thumb through a magazine, these things exist to sell ads. Articles, skits, even music. Entertainment is a ploy to advertise things for sell.

What happens when everything is AI generated? The life will go out of the entertainment. We'll become featureless bots being mined for our financial resources by a landscape of empty, open, greedy hands.

In order to confront AI content we will need to see more live shows. We're going to have to be a civilization again, we're going to have to interact with each other again. The system is working against such activity by our insatiable pursuit of comfort and self indulgence. We can't sit back and let this autogenerated soulless content be piped directly into our minds through whatever our chosen media is. The junk food culture of quick entertainment offers a society-destroying satisfaction.

Liberty and Freedom

It is my belief people have died for this country for what makes it great. Freedom is great, but I think it goes deeper than that. Liberty is a freedom to be considerate, a freedom to be courteous, and a freedom to care, to look out for one another, to be kind, friendly, and understanding. Liberty is also the freedom to do the exact opposite of all those actions. Liberty gives us the opportunity to choose what type of Freedom we recognize. Were the heroes to have a preference, I can only speculate what they would choose.

shelter me

Feel the life in my tiny fingers

Opening up is my tiny hand

Reaching out for warmth and comfort 

Confused, am I, of this bless-ed land.

I am alone within myself,

with you I cannot conversate.

I see the fear in feeling eyes,

I feel the sorrow, love, and hate.

Touch my nose, my tiny face,

you and I are made the same.

Yet, you know more about our world,

and I don't even know my name.

Feel that I am just like you,

know that I have lonely fears.

Keep me safe, for I am weak,

I need your strength to dry my tears.

I'd like to do the things you do,

this world, to me, is all brand new.

As I grow, please don't desert me,

Love me much and never hurt me.

Please take special care of me,

without your love, I can't survive.

Weak and helpless, here I lay,

amazed and dazed, for I'm alive.

-D. Erick Bryan, 1995