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Old 08-26-2019, 03:40 AM   #1 (permalink)
Prepare 4 the Fight Scene
 
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this is pretty cool. Give it a little passage of text and the system will continue on based off of it, somehow. So all the people that write a lot should have a gas and a half with it.

Some examples from excerpts from a story I wrote, the bold is my text and unbold is the artificial prediction. I just wish it had a higher character limit.

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Convulsions are spreading from my legs to the rest of my body, until I am flailing and twitching pile of a man, crying on the floor. After just a few seconds of unpleasant spasms, my body returns to that stiff paralysis feeling. I can move my eyes, even shut my eyelids, but the image of the clock remains in the dead center of my field of vision. The ticking of the second hand has ceased. Without it, I am wrapped in a silence even deeper and colder than usual. There is no sound now, no ticks floating through the sterile air of my office. Why can’t I move? What is happening? Tension…


The time comes. The bell rings. I open my eyes to see that the second hand has moved so quickly that no one can know that I am not awake. I move my eyes quickly. Everything around me is pitch black, but I can see what looks like a glowing white disk with a white hand extending from it. My hand remains in its socket, but the disk, now floating in the air, looks as though it has no skin. I take the disk and look
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I have looked through the window before, and became so stricken with grief that I began to tremble and tear. I quickly took my eyes off the window and nervously leapt out of my chair. I dashed to the door and left the office, and fearfully paced down the dim hallway to the restroom to splash some water on my face. I’d felt my temperature rise rapidly. I began to sweat and itch. My heart pounding visibly through the plain white, collared shirt I have to wear. I have looked through the window before, and had been overwhelmed by just how empty this place is that surrounds me. The figure was watching me, but I’m not sure that it is here for me at all. I’m just in the way. I dried my face with a paper towel, though that little effort proved meaningless, as the tired and lonely man in the mirror in front of me began to weep.

I could feel the pain in his shoulders, in the sweat on his forehead, in the fact that he had run out of time before the door even opened. But his tears weren't at me. His were at someone that was standing in the doorway behind me.
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I will continue to live for the time being, I am not ill. I will continue to work in this office. I will continue to erode my conscience with this mind numbing project. I will continue to be alone. The days are so I long that I can’t even recall ever interacting with another human being. The office doesn’t exist on any map or atlas. There are no towns or services near. No one comes into the office. There’s nothing for me to be present for. It’s been so long that I’ve even forgotten what it is that I do. I’ve forgotten if I’d ever known a life aside from this. Perhaps worst of all, I’ve forgotten if I was ever a man aside from this.

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The day is approaching, the years are rushing by, like a giant shadow at the side of the road. The day is approaching when you know you will never forget. The days are so long that you’ll need to remember every moment you spend at the office. The days are the only time that life can truly be lived.
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I looked to the door. The door that I know I had locked, the door I deliberately make sure to lock first thing after shutting it. The door that horrified my sleeping conscience by staying in a position between open and closed, ready to swing open on a whim. The door that was now unlocked. That could only be done from the inside as the handle on the other side was built without a keyhole. Every day I lock it, and test it, and make sure that there is not a single chance that it could be unlocked from the outside. I had done it earlier. I kept my eyes on the lock the entire way to my desk. I sat down to begin my project knowing one hundred percent that the door was locked. One. Hundred. Percent. This is what made the most sense to me. It was the same door that I had opened on two occasions. There was only one key and one pin on the door, both of which had been left lying in a spot on the desk that I could not find that morning. The key was to the only lock that would not have been compromised by a mere human
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Hmm, what's this in my pocket?

*epic guitar solo blasts into my face*

DAMN IT MONDO
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Old 11-14-2019, 10:44 PM   #2 (permalink)
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Stealing from the Grumps I'm putting random text into the https://talktotransformer.com/ text generator using AI to generate paragraphs from words put into it.

So far I got.

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My penis throbbed in intense anger as he continued to insult me. My eyes darted around the room as he continued to make fun of my hair. "Oh yes," I replied, "it's not a wig, it's a toupee."

It was not very surprising that my friend would think that I was a whore for wanting to use my hair. He seemed to think that my desire to use my hair was the same thing as being a whore for using my hair. It is true that I have never really wanted to use my hair as an aid for sexual pleasure. In fact, my desire to do so was actually quite disgusting to him. He was
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Trump ****ed on the American flag. That's a big deal."

[Hannity: 'A great day for America' is when Trump's 'cucks' are fired]

When asked about his "cuckservative" tweet, Trump responded on Twitter by calling Hannity a "nice guy" and saying the two have "great chemistry." Hannity also thanked Trump for his support on Twitter.

In a recent interview with CNN, Hannity was asked by Chris Cuomo about his reaction to Trump calling him "cuckservative." Hannity said the term was "so disgusting" and that it wasn't funny.

"I've been called a lot worse —
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Elphenor's misogyny is a particular pain. He has a long history of anti-Semitism and, like many other Nazis, he is strongly linked to the far right. Yet he's never been arrested, convicted or tried for his crimes. As far as I know he's still walking around free in Finland .
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Batlord sucked Lucem's fat cock so hard. He kept sucking on Lucem's meat until he was nearly finished with Lucem. Then Lucem got on the table and started licking the *** from Lucem's cock.

The men started to ***. When they started to ***, the women started to ***. The women had huge cocks so it seemed like they were having a hard time getting their mouths full of ***.

After the men were done ****ing the two women, they laid them on the floor. Then the two women began to eat the men's ***.

After they ate all of the ***, the two women
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Why doesn't Batlord wash his boobs? Why is he so gross? What kind of man does he want to be? Why did he have to get married in the first place? Why the **** does his wife have to keep his baby naked? Is it her fault?

And when they were talking about their favorite food, it was always pizza, because, why the **** not? But the question came up.

"I'm sorry," Batlord said, "I know you all want pizza. I guess I could be, like, a pizza guy? But it would mean having boobs that fall out of my pants all the time."
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Lucem, you're right, it's silly to talk about what I would or wouldn't do IRL. Glad you brought it up. Maybe you should write an instrumental about it. I recommend a piano paired with a clarinet. With ambient sounds of you hanging from your shower curtain you ****ing failure.

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Old 11-14-2019, 11:00 PM   #3 (permalink)
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You guys ever use the AI called Raktor or Reaktor from the 80s or 90s? I got it to threaten to rape me.
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Lucem, you're right, it's silly to talk about what I would or wouldn't do IRL. Glad you brought it up. Maybe you should write an instrumental about it. I recommend a piano paired with a clarinet. With ambient sounds of you hanging from your shower curtain you ****ing failure.

Art Is Dead. Buy My ****.
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Old 11-15-2019, 02:02 AM   #4 (permalink)
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Jeffrey Epstein didn't kill himself. I know this because it is true.
He was murdered.
So it is worth looking at this story. It is true.
Here is Jeffrey. I would guess he was 30 or so at the time.
Here is a picture of him. The person in the background is his girlfriend, a woman named Ghislaine Maxwell, and the person in the foreground is a photographer, I have forgotten his name.
Here is a photo of him that I found. If you look closely you will see that his neck has been broken and his head is covered with a plastic bag. You can see the back of his head.
In the picture below you can see that his face is not broken, it has been broken.
Here is a picture of him being dragged by his hands by two women. I believe they are his friends
"In the picture below you can see that his face is not broken, it has been broken." You will never be Samuel Beckett, AI. Don't even try.

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Pee is stored in the balls. These are put on the shelves of a warehouse. We can take these back to the store to sell at a discount. We have the ability to buy more supplies at the store.
The store owner takes care of all the inventory. She has to make decisions about when to buy supplies, when to restock, and how much to sell. She is constantly monitoring her inventory.
Now, she has to decide when to restock. If the store is not running well, she will have to make tough decisions about when to restock and when to close down.
Here's a close up of a shelf. The number "4" represents the total stock of the shelf. When the "4" is empty, it means that the store is not going to restock that shelf.
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Old 11-15-2019, 02:06 AM   #5 (permalink)
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Hmm, what's this in my pocket?

*epic guitar solo blasts into my face*

DAMN IT MONDO
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Old 11-15-2019, 08:10 AM   #6 (permalink)
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The Batlord rolled around in the bed of pepperonis. They were so salty and spicy and delicious, he just wanted to eat them all and lick them all and maybe even but some up his bum.

He could do that.

The Batlord rolled over onto his side and stretched his legs out. He looked over his shoulder at the Batwoman and saw her sitting on her heels. The Batwoman was wearing a very tight black dress that looked extremely sexy and sexy, especially when she was holding it up and twisting it at her hips and showing the sexy panties that were on her thighs and ass, and that were in her hair and all over her body.

She looked sexy and sexy.

The Batlord rolled over onto his stomach and put his arms around her. He squeezed his girlfriend in a very firm and caring way.

"*** inside me," the Batwoman whispered. "I want to feel that."

The Batlord leaned back and pushed
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