Don ReardenApr 21, 20181 min readTiring Tiring don’t tread on me tired worn thin blown out punctured and out of balance tired slick, slow leak low pressure I am rubber on this road tired overinflated, misaligned cracked, flat slashed, burned I’m tired
Tiring don’t tread on me tired worn thin blown out punctured and out of balance tired slick, slow leak low pressure I am rubber on this road tired overinflated, misaligned cracked, flat slashed, burned I’m tired
The Dead AI version of Me: A Living Author's Exploration of Artificial Intelligence and a Dead Version of Himself [Part 1 of a 3 Part Series, Written by the Real, and Not-Dead-Yet Don Rearden]
So Long, Aprilthen in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of...