Cameron Day didn’t worship at the altar of AI. He kicked the doors off the confessional, hijacked the protocols, and rewired the rule book—augering his best thinking deep into AI’s cold black heart.

Day force-fed the algos punk rock, beat poetry, and slang, blowing its lingo filters to smithereens.

For two damn years, Cam fed a steady stream of real assignments into machine learning’s prompthole—flying in the face of holding company policy. Regrets. Zero. What began as an underground stunt became an outlaw ethos—a voice forged of marrow, stones, and the blissful reality of being fuckin’ human.

This isn’t a “prompt guide.” It’s a survival manual, a memoir, and a manifesto for anyone needing to stay alive, relevant, and connected in the age of beige insanity.

Every page will weaponize your world.
AInarchy is the answer—delivered by a creative with a jones for F-bombs, pirate blood in his veins, and zero patience for best practices.
Part love story, part crime scene.

Where there’s smoke, there’s CHAIOS.