I'm learning to like 'em more, along with every other human idiosyncracy. Besides, it makes a kind of sense, the idea of some resonance occuring in one's gusset. Timber timbre. Flangent thrumming.
I thought it was more creative than sloppy. Don't forget that many ordinary phrases were once jarring mixed imagery. To "wear your heart on your sleeve" was coined by Shakespeare; we still use it because it "stuck" due to its unorthodox phrasing.
If you like your prose to be anodyne, then maybe you like what AI produces.
I'm learning to like 'em more, along with every other human idiosyncracy. Besides, it makes a kind of sense, the idea of some resonance occuring in one's gusset. Timber timbre. Flangent thrumming.
Tuning fork in loins just makes me think of that chess cheating scandal with a vibrating butt plug.
It just makes me think of that time I saw someone recovering from eye surgery and I had a visceral reaction.
Just like in Asimov's "Monkey's Finger".
I thought it was more creative than sloppy. Don't forget that many ordinary phrases were once jarring mixed imagery. To "wear your heart on your sleeve" was coined by Shakespeare; we still use it because it "stuck" due to its unorthodox phrasing.
If you like your prose to be anodyne, then maybe you like what AI produces.
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