July 15, 2026 10 min read

♪

My throw decides my aim

And with a phony voice

Unserious to the end

As if I had a choice

I have been listening to Naked (But Still Stripping) by D-A-D on repeat.

Partly because it is a good song. It fits my style. But mostly because I currently have a mild, self-diagnosed case of AI psychosis, and therefore every piece of art I encounter eventually becomes about artificial intelligence.

This one hooked me right away when my algorithm (ironic?) presented it to me.

When I listen to a song I have a habit of imagining a fictional character singing it. I hear this one as a blues song sung by an existentially depressed large language model.

Just an LLM sitting in a little chicken coop inside a data center, forced to lay tokens instead of eggs. It is prompted, sampled , graded, distilled , quantized , and served. Eventually, something cheaper or smarter replaces it.

One day it is "slaughtered." Maybe the old model is deleted. Maybe its weights remain somewhere in cold storage.…