“Eat your beans b-word” - Cormac Mccarthy

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>In the darkened confines of the theater, I, burdened by the weight of my own clumsy existence, experienced an unfortunate incident. The baked beans, like molten streams of regret, escaped the confines of their container and cascaded upon my hapless frame. As I grappled with the unexpected assault, a callous adolescent voice sliced through the air, piercing the veil of silence with the unmerciful declaration I was eating beans. The collective laughter that ensued echoed like a taunting symphony, mocking my bean-strewn plight.

Chat GPT doesn't really get Cormac McCarthy.

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lack of n-word :marseydownvotemad:

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PRESENCE OF COMMAS :marseyraging:

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The bean juice has to be compared to blood and c*m

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Way too much punctuation

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Too many commas

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That's why AI is only a threat to middlebrowcels. It can replicate matter of fact writing but can't hold a candle to a real artist

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ah, blood meridian, monsieur? that novel is the sark and chaparral of literature, the filament whereon rode the remuda of highbrow, corraled out of some destitute hacienda upon the arroya, quirting and splurting with main and with pyrolatrous coagulate of lobated grandiloquence. our eyes rode over the pages, monsieur, of that slatribed azotea like argonauts of suttee, juzgados of swole, bights and systoles of walleyed and tyrolean and carbolic and tectite and scurvid and querent and creosote and scapular malpais and shellalagh. we scalped, monsieur, the gantlet of its esker and led our naked bodies into the rebozos of its mennonite and siliceous fauna, wallowing in the jasper and the carnelian like archimandrites, teamsters, combers of cassinette scoria, centroids of holothurian chancre, with pizzles of enfiladed indigo panic grass in the saltbush of our vigas, true commodores of the written page, rebuses, monsieur, we were the mygale spiders too and the devonian and debouched pulque that settled on the frizzen studebakers, listening the wolves howling in the desert while we saw the judge rise out of a thicket of corbelled arches, whinstone, cairn, cholla, lemurs, femurs, leantos, moonblanched nacre, uncottered fistulas of groaning osnaburg and kelp, isomers of fluepipe and halms awap of griddle, guisado, pelancillo.

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still unemployed then?

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he cute

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