#ASSOCIATE The firm's ape associate, palmed a rough counterfeit bar card in his oversized simian mitt. On his first day in court, he didn't fall short as he hefted the jury and moved them to acquit. #vss365

No image today. This was the poem that finally broke the Sleeping Android. Where’s the button to commission one of those human artists I keep hearing about?

#ADVERT The bill sat in the president’s drawer awaiting a pen-stroke to pass into law and ban the new practice of adverts that access the brain like a smoothie sucked out through a straw. His advisors’ urgings couldn’t hope to compete with the catchy jingle for the legislation’s defeat. #vss365

A true classic.

#ELASTIC It pays to be elastic, as malleable as plastic, to stretch out of whack and then snap back when the pressure becomes too drastic. 277th #vss365

I was just reading some classic #pulp sci-fi, “Out of the Void” by Leslie E. Stone, serialized across the August and September 1929 issues of Amazing Stories. I’ll post some thoughts to my website. #vss365

#PULP It must have been fun to live in that age, when pulp authors wrote for the yellowing page, before the tropes became cliches and the stories all sounded like radio plays. 276th #vss365

#OASIS A fruit-bearing tree shades the fertile ground, a spring-fed stream lends a burbling sound, a gentle breeze moves the sand around for the miles and miles and miles that surround. 275th #vss365

#BLUR In a chariot out of Ben-Hur, I race down the slopes of Big Sur, in a moment so vivid that I'm bound to feel livid when I wake and it fades to a blur. #vss365 #limerick

What kind of drum is long instead of round and can be beaten without making a sound? #CONUNDRUM #vss365

I developed the SlopStopper plugin so WordPress site owners could better disclosure their AI usage while giving users a choice of whether to view AI-assisted content in its full robotic glory or to scrub all that slop from their screen. wordpress.org/plugins/ai-s...

#SUBLIMATE All tears, all smiles, every muttered curse, all sights, all sounds, for better or worse, become words, become acts, and seep into our verse. 272nd #vss365

#ESCUTCHEON Sir Roland of Muchin, his family shield touchin’ the mud as it drags from his back as he lags, more blot than escutcheon. 271st #vss365

#SCRUTINY Demand access for the press to the governmental mess, plug dark money holes, set up watchdog roles, put all public servants in transparent fishbowls, shine bright spotlights on suppressions of rights, but most vital to mention is our paying attention! #vss365

#SONOROUS I often find it onerous to weave through landscapes sonorous, the beep and honk, the buzz and chirp, the squawk and crash, the gulp and slurp, the sales pitch, the chatter, the moan and groan, the deafening silence on your end of the phone. 269th #vss365

#CAPRICE At the intersection of random streets, a Dodge Ram meets a Chevy Caprice, […] 268th #vss365

#EVENTUALITY The universe splits in a rapid blitz like embryonic cells, a multiversal body swells with choices, chances, butterfly wings; as the laws of causality explore every eventuality, the newborn takes a breath and sings. 267th #vss365

Putting the finishing touches on SlopStopper 1.0.4. Restoring humanity to the web, one site at a time.

#BELLWETHER “…and speaking of pain, will the weekend bring rain? Let’s ask Bellwether Bob Bowers, Channel 3’s own Master of Showers.” “Thank you, Linda Tweed,” says Bob in the remote feed live from the living room of his domestic lair as he opens a window to taste the air. 266th #vss365

#REINVIGORATE The morning chill now touches noon, the maples will be rusting soon, the darkness dominates the day, but already I’m ready for pumpkin spice to go away! 265 days down, 100 to go! #vss365

#PERHAPS “…we’ll order up some apps.” “…we’ll down a fifth of schnapps.” “…you might look really good in chaps.” “…we still could tighten up these straps.” A landscape of potential snaps onto my reality maps each time she asserts a new “Perhaps…” 264th #vss365

#CATASTROPHE A fresh gash etched across History’s face, something precious destroyed we can never replace, our innocence taken, we wish to awaken in the world of our youth, to dismiss as a dream this catastrophic truth. 263rd #vss365

#EXTRUSION Shopward I strut for shave and haircut, just a bit off the top of the blue Play-Doh mop that extrudes from my crown as the plunger goes down with a giggle in the middle of this Toddler Town. 262nd #vss365

#STOCK The new trainee laid down his broom, sent to the back room to assess the stock; two hours on the clock. He emerged with a stack of charts. “It’s down three points,” he announced, “from the trading day’s start, the P/E ratio is shot to hell, my recommendation would be to sell!” #vss365

#SYNTHESIS The dare of “Prove Me Wrong,” can be invoked as a gimmicky song or as a powerful tool, soliciting antithesis to incorporate as synthesis, while to those with fists clenched and minds firmly entrenched it only proves the fool. 260th #vss365

#CONSPIRE The conspiracy elves keep to themselves, biding their time up our sleeves, but by night they creep in our ears as we sleep and tell us all what to believe. 259th #vss365 #conspires

#REIN Riders drive like sheets of surf, hooves pounding on the sand, a fleet of arrows finds a berth, in the heart that ruled the land, the reins fall gently to the turf, dropped from his regal hand, the tyrant soon will lie in earth as we strike up the band. 258th #vss365

#FLINCHING Despite the kicking, punching, pinching, there was no flinching; the new kid remained standing, waiting, smiling at the bully gang. “My turn now,” the new kid sang, and left the bullies bawling, sprawling, crawling away and we all still celebrate that day. 257th #vss365

#STYLE Standing out is just another way of blending in… 256th #vss365 #writingcommunity

#POTENTIAL To live up to your potential, proper timing is essential; line your ducks up in a row, preferably five generations ago. 255th #vss365

#EXHAUSTED We drill through miles of crust, we dig from dawn to dusk, we extract each speck we find, scraping the bottom of each exhausted mine. #vss365

In the news today: Oliver North and his loyal former secretary Fawn Hall reportedly married in secret last month — 40 years after their leading roles in the infamous Iran-Contra affair.

#BEARABLE Welcome to the dystopia. This year’s 253rd #vss365

#WRAPPER Rancid food in golden wrappers sends us running to the crappers victims again of a marketing caper while ignoring the good stuff wrapped in plain paper. 252nd #vss365

#POWER Reactor cores and a cooling tower fill the AI racks with power but I have a soul and a plastic bowl of mom’s enriching homemade chowder. Let the games begin, and may the best brain win! 251st #vss365

SlopStopper, the AI generative content obscurer, has been updated to version 1.0.3 to implement changes required for inclusion in the #Wordpress plugin repository. One step closer!

#DOORWAY You unlock this door with the key of imagination and escape into worlds constrained by pagination; a literary zone where you’re never alone except by choice or affectation. —- 250th #vss365! Thanks for all the prompts, the reads, the likes, and the shares. More Tomorrow…

League rules say players can’t touch the ball with their hands unless those hands are wrapped in goalie gloves. We ordered fifteen pairs for the championship game.

On the front page this week was the story of a local boy whose bike slipped from the disused rail line he was riding on and dropped twelve feet into a ravine…this poem is not about that article. gfishbone.com/more-tomorro...

#CHANCE Drop all your green in this fancy machine and take a hit of dopamine! […] 249th #vss365

#ARTICLE Black and yellowed and read all over, and over, and over again, folded into three creases, held in place by four pieces of magnetic fruit in a fridge-fronted gallery of crayoned repute, flash frozen on the date of publication. 248th #vss365 #articles

#CONSCIOUS Don’t just get woke, stay conscious. Stay alert, stay aware of your conscience. An inspiring dream can make your heart scream, but wake up and shake up to make up and take up the reals and the constants. #vss365

Be my 500th?

#ARBITRARY Damn near anything will do to make an arbitrary stew. Start with water, make it hot, then drop more stuff into your pot; fin of shark or nest of lark, lash of ghoul or light of spark. At any time on any day, this chance-born soup is sure to slay. 246th #vss365

#ELUDE Not to be rude and run off in a mood but I have to elude this one crazy-ass dude. He keeps coming ’round with his papers and frown after tracking me down to say I’m being sued! 245th #vss365

#PAST The past is a vision of churning flux fission with heroes and villains in superposition; our documents lost, our memories faded, we tell ourselves lies, we make ourselves jaded, forever uncertain, all arguments lapsing, our waveforms of viewpoint will not be collapsing. 244th #vss365

By J, age 11: I #yearn for an Apple Watch. I #yearn for a new iPhone. I #yearn for a MacBook. But all I can afford is Apple juice. #vss365 🧃

#YEARN The past is a haze of nostalgic yearning. The present? A wasteland of potential spurning. And our future, I fear, is already burning. One last era, one final turning. 243rd #vss365

#CONSTELLATION The Northern Star by which we steer marks the tail of a baby bear with mother hovering ever near, stellar legs coiling, glowing eyes spoiling for a chase across the cosmic sphere. 242nd #vss365

#PUNGENT A gentleman before his fall, he no longer gentles much at all... #vss365