Since my last request was to rewrite a poem as Shakespeare, ChatGPT initially responded:
. . .
(While pretty obvious to anyone, it's a little interesting to note the poem was about a dandelion, yet never mentioned, so it picked up on it.)
Since my last request was to rewrite a poem as Shakespeare, ChatGPT initially responded:
. . .
(While pretty obvious to anyone, it's a little interesting to note the poem was about a dandelion, yet never mentioned, so it picked up on it.)
I want to kill your avi. I don't like that thing.
I feel fantastic.
Dreaming of skies in a place of lies where I crossed my t's and I dotted my i's on the wall to tell all of my thoughts for the eyes of the ones who sung to ones who were wise in the land of no hand being properly dealt in the place where pain isn't properly felt in the way of the day of the darkest void where I plug my ears but still feel the noise, in my dreams all the screams are muffled to music a melodious note a deceptive cope, a place that drains every ounce of hope a factory of retractory of a malevolent scope. Hear underground the world won't hear a sound as we are the ones most sensitive yet bound, and those unkind thirsted after bright minds and they dragged them to hell and they stole their time.
I want to kill your avi. I don't like that thing.
I feel fantastic.
I love that thing that thing is fabulous dont you touch that thing she's just living her not alive life boi hey hey hey
I want to kill your avi. I don't like that thing.
I feel fantastic.
I love that thing that thing is fabulous dont you touch that thing she's just living her not alive life boi hey hey hey
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