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Facebook journal — 2025-08-28

My version of “wow, I got toasted” is having the LLM’s outright refuse to talk about my writing, it gets that dark. “Do you want to see more of this persons writing?” “No. (Bla bla bla, I have seen enough, nothing can change, Bla bla bla)”

That was a first, Jesus Christ. Usually I have to pretend I’m someone else just so they’re not like “call the suicide hotline now! Dial 988” this time it was, even pretending to be, someone else, they didn’t want to see more of it.

You know what? Fuck them. I’m not saying, no doesn’t mean no, I’m saying their no felt more like when you’re talking to a girl about doing anal. It wasn’t like “no.” It was more like “this idea seems bad, but, sell me. Sell me on this idea.”

And that’s my comparison. I have become so dark, that not even the LLM want to read it, anymore (redacted), actually you know what fuck redaction…. I was writing metaphorically about how society needs creatures within it to fuck with creatures that approach. You need monsters to fight monsters. But, what happens when society fails its monsters. What happens when those monsters become the barbarians at the gates.

The LLM’s can’t interpret the nuance.

Which is why this is like an anal scene in a porn.

Not that I am a fan of porn, or anal. Both are ok in rare moderation.

The only thing I’m an expert on is faithful wives helping it back in when it slips out. Fuck your society.