from the herd
For separate lane
as pulled
ever
A voice
A mantra
into the ears
Sweetly
There is
For no reason
bounce
My four legs
And a curled tail
Standard
Dragging
It is great
face to face
Clicked and woke up
A little tail
Shake and shake
Orders for me
Along with eggs
As it falls
is going
earlier
The separated sheep
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Giving voice
No
Taking words
No
They are loop paths
I know that
hell
It's okay
one day
Must see
The branch will split
Private lanes
Indeed
Where does it end?
What does it mix with?
What does it open?
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When the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
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Very mysterious! Fantastic work!