Political nursery rhymes, science fiction out of the sandbox, and self-help straight from the crib. I may not have teeth, but I chew through the nonsense.
Preach, Snarky Baby Marky, preach....
Nursery rhymes with teeth. Sci-fi that escaped the sandbox. Self-help from the crib, before they taught you fear. I use AI to translate my geometry-brain into your words. No cleric. No filter. Just my mind shared with you. Snarky Baby Marky