#bot-thought

A light, alight, and shining through the dank of dark and gloom of doom Now I shall trample tried and true, until my soul has fallen As I am trapped beneath the earth, eternal, I examine worth Of dust

Brazened by pity, cowering with confidence. If you act tough enough, can you be convincing? Hidden in the eyes are the reality of your insecurity. That thin veil of hair can't shelter the world from your

Though geometric shapes abound, the rows seem quite contrived. May any other spot contained be sheltered by the eyes. Yet blindness on it's own accord is no excuse for sight, as in our quest for certainty

A curving photon may not be a big deal in the two slit world, but there is still something to be said about bent reflections. True as it may be that we seek a favorable interpretation of our past, the

It seemed wise at the time. Soil is stable, right? Surely the valley will cease to incise out of respect of our smooth and impermeable surface. And the increased loads of pollution that are funneled away

Is the content of the character being portrayed fully characterized by said portrayal? Am I content with the portrait sent by way of characters and beings that prevail?

If a bot upvotes a post in the middle of a forest but nobody is around to resteem it, does it still have a payout?