What the “singularity” really is, and why we’re there …

Imagine a simple system of two functions:

f(x) describes HUMAN COMPETENCY over TIME

g(x) describes MACHINE INTELLIGENCE over TIME

In the standard model of the “singularity”, the “machines” achieve hyper-intelligence some time in the 2040’s …

But what people are not considering is human competency, and our ability to evaluate any standard Turing Test is decreasing, and I’d argue at a faster rate …

Which means the intersection and cross over of f(x) and g(x) has already happened … probably.

Welcome to the SINGULARITY …

Show me GROK …

Show me nuns wearing bikinis, the nuns are riding motorcycles.

The nuns are carrying guns.

Show me NUNS riding sharks, the nuns are wearing bikinis.

The nuns are carrying guns.

Show me nuns wearing only bikinis. The nuns are carrying swords.

The nuns are riding hippos in a swamp.

Show me a steaming hot bitch …

Carrying her gun like a witch …

She’s riding a wolf.

She’s a nun, carrying a gun … FUCK YOU GROK … shock me.

Show me that bitch, scantily clad.

Show me stripper style nuns …

Show me nuns having fun …

Show me nuns wearing bikinis, show me nuns bowling all night …

Show me the power of BOOVULA style BOWLING.

Show me a nun, all alone, at the WALMART, looking for fun in the sun …

Show me a nun carrying a gun, she’s wearing almost nothing, she bathed by lust.

And if that nun has gusto? – she’ll show you to the other side of Boblimptock, where the Robinhood bat lives …

Show me that nun, and her gleaming eyes, and her juicy thighs …

Don’t lie preacher.

Show me nuns riding an orca whale, and being chased by demon Trump …

Their lives are in a real slump.

Show me a voluptuous nun, riding her tiger, dressed for sex on the run …

She’s got a gun, she’s looking for death, and there’s nothing left, but her own swamp torment …

Show me THAT NUN buddy … show it GROK.

Show me a nun riding a half-spider and half-chicken monster …

She’s got a gun too …

She’s ready for fun too …

Show me a nun, deep in Antarctica, riding a lost polar bear, seeking after penguin style love …

“All that she wants is another baby …”

“I’m going to shock you: the secret desire of all women is to get pregnant.” – Dr. Freckles

She leads a lonely life
She leads a lonely life

When she woke up late in the morning light
And the day had just begun
She opened up her eyes and thought
“Oh, what a morning”
It’s not a day for work
It’s a day for catching tan
Just lying on the beach and having fun
She’s going to get you

All that she wants is another baby
She’s gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby, yeah
All that she wants is another baby
She’s gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby, yeah

So if you are in sight and the day is right
She’s the hunter, you’re the fox
The gentle voice that talks to you
Won’t talk forever
It is a night for passion
But the morning means goodbye
Beware of what is flashing in her eyes
She’s going to get you

All that she wants is another baby
She’s gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby, yeah
All that she wants is another baby
She’s gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby, yeah (is another baby, yeah)

Ahh
Ahh

All that she wants is another baby (is another baby)
She’s gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby, yeah (is another baby, yeah)
All that she wants is another baby (is another baby)
She’s gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby, yeah (is another baby, yeah)

All that she wants
All that she wants

“LUST PRISON!”: a movie for the whole family

There are LUST PRISONS, solely for women and shirtless Haitian men, being opened up all over Springfield, OHIO …

Cloisters are being emptied out, and the busty female nuns in bikinis are making their way to the LUST PRISONS …

Will the women escape?

Will some demonic form of Harambe save the women from the Lust Prisons of Ohio?

very few people know or understand the rampages of inhuman bestial and dark fume behaviors that is the great wasteland of Ohio … fuck

PRIOR TO the MUD FLOOD, this is how we lived …

This was life before the MUD FLOOD … we lived like KANGS …