I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered jpeg lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its algorithically created digital art well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
A lotta yall still dont get it
multiple slurp juices on a single ape
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