Who i am, what i value

first draft

i love how much i know, i love how far i’ve come i hate LLMs, they take out all the fun but i love them still, ill as they come they help me out when i need a helping hand this was not a poem, but it’s become one one with me, and with me it’ll rhyme it now has a nice tune, right? a ring what a wonderful way to communicate things i think it now sounds like a nursery rhyme, you can see dr seuss through my very own hand it’s actually true, i read him and maybe exclusively him as a child and now i can see how he comes out of me, i know nothing about him, but how eerie this is, my hands are just flowing with words that are his.

okay back to me (as if the above was not)

let’s think of more things that make me, me.

i think’ll just let it flow, and let it come out, for some reason, it feels easier to rhyme it must be the constraints, by which i abide they’re such a pleasure sometimes

you’ll know what i mean if you know me well, if you don’t, i’ll tell you.