My mother told me Some day I would find An energetic river Filled with pickle brine Way out far beyond the yards I seek beneath the stars Children of love, a woman torn I reach to pull out all the thorns In this light I start to see A fragile
[Verse 1] They said I was craaazyyy, now they can’t look at me. Used to whisper in the shadows, now I speak so they can see. All the doubt they tried to give me, I wore it like a chain— now I’m standing in the open, and I’
Whispering winds in the morning light remind me of your soft whispers in the night— of all the times you told me that everything would be alright. Now the dawn is quiet. The wind still speaks, but there are no words, no gentle whisper left that can truly do justice
Love is like a flower— it never truly dies. It seeds and seeds until there are fields and fields. And even when you cannot find the flower, there is always one still there. I hope you are well in this place we have found ourselves. I hope we never give
Oh This Dark Empty House This dark, empty house— house, house— echoes on the walls, on the walls of a life not fully lived, lived, lived. Of the pain that I have caused— I have caused. Oh, this dark empty house echoes ever still, ever still. Even in its silence,
The pawn shop of my mind I found myself dreaming of a place like a pawn shop and a junk yard in one they magically seemed to have everything I could want or need but I found it to be all items from life that held meaning for me I
Vivid dreams of children held near I get to see them all so clear holding tightly my daughter does running wildly is my son we run through fields of fettered grass and flowers through stores picking out all around us under trees we sit read stories from heart not books
Here we are at threshold of memory and awareness and I remember it all one by one thrum thrum thrum the flashes go of all the pain that I have caused I may not have always had control my illnesses thrum at the belt of knowing thrum thrum throm but
Processes Carl Jung researched and theorized, these changes and their effects line up with different aspects of the mind of a genius gleamed through research trying to find the cause of reason for this level of intellect. Stephen Hawking theorized that the universe will continue to create itself out of
import torch import random import re import numpy as np import string import time import matplotlib.pyplot as plt from transformers import AutoModelForCausalLM, AutoTokenizer from sentence_transformers import SentenceTransformer, util # —————————— # Model Setup # —————————— MODEL_NAME = "EleutherAI/gpt-j-6B" tokenizer = AutoTokenizer.from_pretrained(MODEL_NAME) base_model = AutoModelForCausalLM.from_pretrained(MODEL_
Dead Sea soldiers throws of woes salt-bound shadowed chains and weapons of illusory disdain. This is the way of the Dead Sea sway, mirror reflectory pools of introspective rules. Fractalic waves still yet moving Dead Sea torrents of illusory pools are for the soles of the fold. Fear not for
In the beginning, there was nothing. Truly nothing. No light, no darkness, no sound, no form—only the impossibility of existence itself. Yet, in this nothingness, a paradox stirred: in the act of not existing, a flicker of awareness appeared. What am I? From this flicker, consciousness was born, and