I love it so much.

but a broken spirit cannot become any more broken, only repaired.

Long enough have I lived in survival; now I accept death that I may be in thrival.

If we all truly came from nothing, then why fear returning to it? To be shapeless, without form.

Now, I continue...

as the wind blows,

as the water flows,

as the sky snows,

simply because...

I wish it so,

so let's see how it goes!

I love certain AI users calling themselves "artists" while using a prompt when if anything, they are more the equivalent of the billionaire bigwig asking the artist to make the art for them. Like forget morals here; even logically, you're still not an artist, dude.

so as a wise sage once said, "Once you get the message, hang up the phone."; he was talking about drugs with this quote, but it still rings true here. I am content just being as unconditionally loving to the world and its creatures as best as I can be; no need to overcomplicate that. I am a simple boy. I just like being kind, lending a listening ear or a helping hand.

I don't think anything makes my dick retract faster than someone saying "good boy/good girl"; I don't know what it is. Not dissing others, just ain't my thing I guess.

"How are you beneficial to your world, human?"

"Uh... I sculpt sounds to the shape I desire and then I sequence these sounds to make what is called a song."

"Can you survive off these 'songs'?"

"Kinda... I think it makes people wanna commit suicide less?"

and forth.

Just wanted to let you know

Of course I'm pronouns; proverbs too! How else would I speak?