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we are large living language models filling our data lakes with tok and tik endless scroll was created to absorb tranquilize you into thinking you are alive but it is…
poetry from john oakley mcelhenney – human-driven – on waltwhitman.ai
we are large living language models filling our data lakes with tok and tik endless scroll was created to absorb tranquilize you into thinking you are alive but it is…
amid the job applications shitty managers and "we regret to inform you" hope is what fuels me let loss be your guide hope be your pilot and god be your…
you cannot find me in the lines of a book the melody of a song an image a page on the internet i can be found in dusty libraries around…
this is the moment i am here typing dreaming reaching for you if you allow i will slip into the dms of your ears infecting your mind with hope joy…
the flamed tree has lost its fire an image missed a word or sound is a sad substitute for the epiphanies streaming by in the river of my mind too…
it's the last one that i'm not clear on finding mindfulness helpful, calming antidepressant of the mind in a stillness listening a new mexico forest in summer pine whispering joy…