I write on demand when the AI nervously twitches in the vestibule.

Poems, Songs & Prose 6 USD
Job 1 of 3
I wrote, wrote, wrote... and then AI appeared and clients scattered to "machines." Now in their texts, like in everyone else's: instead of heart – engine, instead of soul – lubricants. I am a person, and if you desperately need a human touch, from your feelings and sensations to interpretation by a guide – reach out to me.