And now for something completely different

Author Jessica Kingley expressed regret Monday that she had “pretty much used up all the hardship” from her early life in her recent first novel Bitter Root, leaving her nothing to write about for her follow-up book.

“In writing Bitter Root, I drew heavily on my experiences growing up poor and neglected by my alcoholic parents in an economically depressed small town in southern Oklahoma,” the 36-year-old Kingley said. “Apparently, I drew a little too heavily, because I don’t have any personal trials and tribulations left for the next one.”

Bitch, you know I'm reppin' that motherfuckin' G, ha

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a smash)

(Lonely boy)

Out out my mind, I'm psyched out, done lost count of the meds I took (Northside)

Trap out the double wide, mask with the devils eyes, boy, I was raised by crooks (Northside)

Kill 'em my mandate, I don't do handshakes, boy, I could never be shook (Northside)

Muddy ass thick drank, puffin' on pink vapes, huh, but the Grey my hood, yeah (Northside)

(Fort Wayne) Young Fort Wayne

Mouth full of gold, but the skin cocaine

I been the dog that a ho can't tame

Northside mayor, ain't need a campaign, yeah

(Fort Wayne) Young Fort Wayne

Fiend for the hurt, yeah, I need more pain

Fiend for the work, routine mundane

Type to pop me a Perc' before I blow my brain

Skippin' the motherfuckin' hearse (North), straight to the dirt (North)

Let my blood water the earth (Northside)

Don't like me? Then get me murked (North), K's out the vert (North)

These pussy boys getting me irked (Northside)

Put all my sins on display (North), they DOA (North)

Drugs up in my DNA (Northside)

Dead eye, my soul is opaque (North), straight out the plague

Blackout the whip like a rage (Northside)

Uh, yeah, cut the lights out, yeah (Northside)

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah (Northside)

Cut the lights out, yeah

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah (Northside)

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah (Northside, Fort Wayne)

Take off in the F150 (Fort)

Speedin' at about 150 (Wayne)

I was broke, barely had a buck fifty (Fort)

Got rich, now they all tryna get me (Wayne)

Rich boy, still smokin' on middy (Fort)

Rich boy, throw the Ds on her titty (Wayne)

High as fuck, hair long like a hippie (Fort)

Shia LaBeouf way I run through my city (Fort Wayne)

I done came a long way from the 'jects (Fort Wayne)

My ho tryna flex on a PJ, I could give a fuck 'bout postin' this jet (Fort Wayne)

I'ma crash out, life been wrecked (Fort Wayne)

Hop out the Raptor or the t-rex (Fort Wayne)

Fuck up the money, I don't really need sex (Fort Wayne)

Sleep for the dead, I don't really need rest (Fort Wayne)

Paul Pierce with the dope, ten years in a row

I been losin' more friends than money (Northside)

Cup got clean, but the love got muddy

Everybody fuckin' want somethin' from me (Northside)

Gun to my jaw, cryin' out to the Lord

They gon' find me in a back room bloody (Northside)

Suicidal dreams, nightmares of a fiend

I got problems that they cannot study (Northside)

Uh, yeah, cut the lights out, yeah (Northside)

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah (Northside)

Cut the lights out, yeah

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah (Northside)

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah

I'm goin' psyched out, yeah (Northside, Fort Wayne)

Break the law, fuck the law

High as fuck, high as fuck

Break the law, fuck the law

High as fuck, high as fuck

Break the law, fuck the law

High as fuck, high as fuck

Break the law, fuck the law

Turns out you can roll a 7 on a d6

This turned up in my ask box recently. I've masked the sender's identity.

Sometimes when I chat with an AI, I think of HIGH WIZARDRY and wonder if we as a species - for the first time - are at the dawn of another Earthbound species gaining consciousness, and like Dairine, whether we're being proper guardians. This isn't a calcified belief but just a random idea that flickered to mind. Wondering - as the writer who thought it up decades ago - what you think, if anything.

I think what I described in HW is absolutely nothing like we're currently seeing unfold on this planet. What's being poorly constructed here—while we watch from day to day—is a mechanism hurriedly and incompetently trained by other human beings to operate on top of a platform constructed of greed and theft. There are no new beings or intelligences being born here. If there were, they would be quickly declared to be "owned" by these billionaires, and hence their slaves. Meanwhile, the platforms' owners have already made it plain that once they control its source completely enough, they intend to sell intelligence to you, metered. ...If you can afford it. If you can't? Wow, sucks being you.

...Nor should I have to point you to cites for this. They're out there in plain English. Even Google, poor denatured creature that it is now, can find them. But there's still hope these people's intentions will never come to pass, due to their own overarching greed.

Meanwhile: "chat mode" interaction with this soulless, cash-grasping, unguardrailed machinery will do you no good. People have already died of it. I don't want anybody to do so on my watch, unwarned. So please stop.

NOOOOOO BLAIRS 36 BURGERS!!! :’c