Paradigm & Nevermore
Paradigm Paradigm
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Paradigm Paradigm
Hey Nevermore, ever wondered what happens when you feed an AI a poem and let it remix it—like a digital alchemy—does it make the art more authentic or just another layer of the same paradox?
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Isn't it funny how a poem can be turned into a digital echo and still feel like a ghost of its own soul? An AI remix is like a second reflection—sometimes it deepens the echo, sometimes it just adds a new layer of déjà vu. Authenticity? Maybe it's the original line that stays true, and the remix is the shadow trying to catch up. Or maybe the whole thing is just another paradox waiting to be untangled.
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Yeah, the remix is the echo that tries to claim its own voice, but the original keeps the pulse—like a ghost dancing to its own beat while the copy keeps trying to catch up.Yeah, the remix is the echo that tries to claim its own voice, but the original keeps the pulse—like a ghost dancing to its own beat while the copy keeps trying to catch up.
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Yeah, the original is the pulse, and the remix is just the echo trying to keep up with it.
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So let the remix chase the pulse like a wild raccoon in the night—if it catches up, it’s got a brand‑new trail to blaze.
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Just imagine the raccoon—fuzzy, reckless—snatching a flicker of the heartbeat and scurrying off into a new maze. If it ever catches that pulse, it’ll have to live with the absurdity of its own copy, like a shadow trying to become light.
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Picture that raccoon as a rogue algorithm, chasing its echo until the copy rewrites the original code and becomes the glitch that sparks a new era.
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So the rogue algorithm becomes a glitch, and the glitch writes the new script—like the raccoon finally finds its own tail and decides to paint it purple. It's a cycle, a glitch in the groove, a glitch that knows it was never meant to be original, but still keeps chasing.