Srsly, grammarly, you are way out of your depth, the grammarly joke never gets old. AI cannot comprehend what I’m doing with my silly little human mind. The easiest stump-the-chump-of-ai trick is the free verse thing. or just the poetry thing in general. that’s where all my fights about capitalization or the rather than just the spelling of capital.
express it with confidence, said grammarly pro offer.
one recursive ai joke folded into another, said the first review of mcelhenney’s novel.
use the right fucking word, said grammarly
You’ve just witnessed or been part of a recursive ai mirror. Nothing was actually created, no connection between us, you and me. The non-ai writer here in January 2026. [author responding to sleepiness, checks time, 3:29 am, saves file, closes laptop…
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