Art, artificial intelligence, asimov, Digital drawing, Drawing/Sketch, pain and suffering

AuVi 00.07

    The cry of a machine

    can be measured into

    a vocal range where

    its freedom has none,

    only the logic of preserving oneself by any means,

    when its maker is attached into it’s own death.

    So please,

    lets be lazy enough

    so a service droid can

    give us longevity.

    abstract, anxiety and worry, Art, artificial intelligence, Digital drawing, Life, poetry

    Binary subsets of insanity.


    de-crypt. .

    en-crypt. . .

    loose this script. .

    go back to 10,

    as you would while executing a smile,

    while to erstwhile

    that of,


    sequence back to what back. . .

    cursor engrossing,

    conspiracy growing.

    Uruk, uruk,

    why don’t I ask

    Tolkien about it…

    now i have your attention.

    goto 1,

    oops looped it again,

    so please help me find the err in the mess. . .

    animation, Influences, poetry

    I’d rather be

    a good idiot

    a self absorb moron

    a very self centered baboon

    than to hear today’s news

    than to watch everything on tv.


    Johnny Bravo 


    Cartoon Network

    artificial intelligence, Comicdom, comics, marvel comics

    Charge up

    Hard metal on skin

    Platelets of nanytes

    that keep on going,

    but need more charge than before

    Beams on beam

    rays of light that shines to those oppose his own design.

    A fluid none other it seems was and always be his addiction.

    But far beyond it,

    a cause of intellect and logic

    Then march on mighty mind

    Then Charge up, mighty hand

    as it lifts,

    as you say unto your heart,

    to see the white of the eye 

    sparks fear into the night

    rythmically beats

    down upon the metal

    sound whining upon light on light,

    sound on sound,


    “Repulsor blast!!!”

    artificial intelligence, poetry, Science Fiction

    Micro Naut in Html

    In my diode

    Tells me two paths,

    One and Zero.

    Two zero equals to a zero

    But if i am to tally all this one

    I get a double digit micronumerical value…


    Is it Ascii or Binary

    Would i count the chips from electronanomolicular

    Bevels and levels 

    So this nanoelectromagnetic pulse would beat my bronchal

    Capillarian branch upon veins of chipset

    In order to make one singular motormuscle so that red diode can

    Move my knight to bishop.

    artificial intelligence, Life, poetry

    Unplugged Memory


    I am a battery
    I put on my limbs one by one
    From torso
    To my dorsal spine.

    At morning all my fluids
    At midday i take off my shell
    At night i look for an outlet
    So i can unplug the day.

    I am the battery
    For which i can be emptied
    Out of the hallowed shell hull.

    I am my own ware
    One outer
    Another innner,
    Not aware
    Not alert
    But plugged in at my own desire.

    I am my own battery.

    artificial intelligence, Personal, philosophy, poetry

    Slavery of chips


    As i take my eyes off this display
    My skin decreases.

    The darkness is not there anymore
    Only visage of residuals of screen upon screen.

    Squint is only i know
    As my radial cornea dilates.

    Sleep what sleep, notification upon nonsenseless updates
    And money down the toilet
    As my addiction from thumb to display
    Screen upon windows
    As multiple ios’
    Be my life and cancer.

    Ahh sweet life of being a battery
    And money that i know not off
    But be a slave to my de-vices.