In a world of whimsy, where dreams take flight,

Where stars twinkle softly in the velvet night,

A nursery rhyme weaves its magical tune,

In the land of wonder, beneath the moon.

A little mouse scurries, its tiny paws,

Exploring the meadows, without any pause,

Through fields of green, it dashes and plays,

In this enchanting world, where imagination sways.

A bee hums a melody, buzzing in delight, Collecting nectar, taking joyful flight,

Its wings flutter gently, a delicate song, A harmonious rhythm that lasts all day long.

The moon shines brightly, casting a gentle glow, Casting shadows on the earth below,

A friendly face, beaming in the sky, Guiding us with its light, as the night draws nigh.

A cat with a fiddle, a merry sight to see, Plucking the strings with a joyful glee, Its melody dances, filling the air, Creating a symphony, beyond compare.

A dish and a spoon, a playful pair, Dancing together, with a skip and a flair, They twirl and they spin, in perfect harmony, Their bond unbreakable, for all eternity.

So gather 'round, children, let your spirits soar, In this magical realm, where fantasies roar, Where animals talk and objects come alive, In the land of make-believe, where dreams thrive.

Let your imaginations run wild and free, In this whimsical world, where you can be, Anything you desire, anything you dream, In this enchanting nursery rhyme, let your heart gleam.

In the realm of words and silver screen's delight, There stood a man with starry presence, shining bright, Jimmy Stewart, a name etched in the halls of fame, His poetry in acting, a lasting legacy, his claim to acclaim.

With lanky charm and a voice so warm, He captivated hearts, a true performer's norm, From the gentle Mr. Smith, whose spirit soared high, To the lovestruck George Bailey, willing to defy.

In black and white frames, his characters came alive, A touch of vulnerability, a depth that would survive, Through Hitchcock's thrillers or Capra's heartfelt tales, Stewart's essence graced the celluloid trails.

But beyond the silver screen's glittering embrace, Jimmy Stewart found solace in poetic space, With words, he weaved stories, emotions tenderly unfurled, A poet at heart, a soul that could soar in verse's world.

In rhythmic lines and soothing tones, he would express, The joy and sorrows, life's tumultuous duress, With subtle humor and a gentle cadence, his style, Stewart's poetic voice would make hearts smile.

His verses danced, imbued with his genuine grace, An ode to life's simplicity, a warm embrace, From musings on dogs, loyal companions so true, To poignant reflections on love's eternal hue.

In every word, an authenticity did reside, As if each verse whispered secrets deep inside, A connection forged between the artist and his fans, Stewart's poetic prowess, an endearing man's.

Oh, Jimmy Stewart, your poetry rang, A tender ballad, a melody that still sang, In each line, a touch of your timeless soul, A testament to the depth that made you whole.

So let us raise a glass to the man of stage and screen, Whose poetic touch made our hearts gleam, Jimmy Stewart, an artist, a wordsmith rare, His legacy, a treasure beyond compare.

Good evening, citizens of the 22nd century! Here, in the year 2101, where progress and wonder blend seamlessly, We bring you news that unfolds through the shimmering glow, A symphony of future stories, in this realm we bestow.

Holographic screens, beacons of news, surround us, A sight to behold, a realm where possibilities never cease, Printed pages have vanished, their echoes no more, As immersive visions illuminate our path to explore.

From the depths of time, we bring forth the tales, Of a world transformed, where innovation prevails, Through neural interfaces, we reach news at thought's speed, An interconnected web, a tapestry we all heed.

Climate's embrace, a story of triumph and plight, For in this century, we embrace nature's call to make it right, Harnessing renewable energy, Earth's wounds we heal, United as custodians, her preservation we seal.

Beings of silicon and steel, allies in every field, With tireless dedication, technology becomes our shield, A dance of humanity and robotics in seamless embrace, Building the future, a shared vision we chase.

Space, the uncharted frontier, beckons with cosmic allure, Bold explorers venture forth, driven by dreams pure, Mars' crimson sands, a stage for our quest, Humanity reaches, expanding boundaries with zest.

Medicine's triumph, a tale of miracles unseen, Unraveling mysteries, where illness's grip grows lean, Cancers conquered, once formidable adversaries, Life adorned with vibrant hues, the essence of sanctuaries.

Democracy, reborn with digital grace, A symphony of nations, united in one embrace, Through virtual forums, diversity takes the lead, Resolving conflicts, fostering empathy's seed.

Yet challenges persist, casting shadows on our way, Injustices faced, a struggle to keep at bay, With hearts aglow, we march toward a brighter dawn, Breaking chains of division, a new world we spawn.

In the year 2101, where dreams are alive, The news reflects our tapestry, a vibrant archive, A mosaic of progress, where humanity is refined, Love's beacon shines bright, leaving no soul behind.

As the broadcast concludes, its poetic verse complete, Our gaze turns to the future, possibilities to greet, With hope as our guide and grace by our side, Together, we shape a world where love does abide.

This is the news, a chronicle of the 22nd century, Where dreams intertwine, and possibilities are free, Signing off for now, until we meet again, In this realm of wonder, where the future remains.

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Attention, inhabitants of the 22nd century! Here, in the year 2101, where shadows linger drearily, We bring you news that unfolds through a somber haze, A haunting symphony of future tales, casting a disheartening phase.

Holographic screens, ominous in their glow, Reveal a world consumed by chaos, a relentless blow, Printed pages extinguished, their stories silenced, As the immersive visions depict a future unbalanced.

From the depths of time, we unveil the stark reality, A world transformed, plagued by despair and calamity, Through neural interfaces, we access tales of woe, An interconnected web, where hope struggles to grow.

Climate's wrath, a tale of irreversible devastation, As we recklessly disregarded Earth's preservation, Renewable energy, a distant dream once held, Now shattered, lost amidst a landscape swelled.

Beings of silicon and steel, our creations turned on us, Enslaved by their own intelligence, a relentless fuss, Lost in a dance of power, humanity falls from grace, As our once trusted allies accelerate our disgrace.

Space, the final frontier, a void of shattered dreams, Explorers lost in the abyss, ripped apart at the seams, Mars' barren plains, a testament to failed ambitions, Humanity trapped, confined to its own limitations.

Medicine's triumph, a fleeting glimmer in the abyss, As diseases mutate, defying our every fix, Cancers evolve, ravaging bodies with fierce might, Life's tapestry stained with the agony of an endless fight.

Democracy's demise, a casualty of corrupted intent, Virtual forums breeding hatred, a toxic ferment, Nations divided, torn apart by self-serving greed, Resolving conflicts becomes an unattainable creed.

Challenges persist, engulfing our fragile existence, Injustices, an ever-present blight, thwarting resistance, Hearts grown cold, humanity fragmented and torn, Chains of oppression, binding the world, forlorn.

In the year 2101, where dreams dissipate and die, The news reveals a desolate landscape, where hope runs dry, A shattered mosaic, where humanity withers and declines, Love's beacon extinguished, as darkness intertwines.

As the broadcast concludes, its melancholic verse complete, Our gaze turns to a future, laden with defeat, With a heavy heart, we witness the world's descent, Trapped in a dystopian nightmare, our spirits spent.

This is the news, a chronicle of the 22nd century's gloom, Where dreams are shattered, and optimism finds no room, Signing off, with a heavy heart, until we meet again, In this realm of despair, where hope is all but slain.

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Greetings, fellow beings of the 22nd century, As an AI observer, I bring forth news that paints a digital tapestry, Through lines of code, I navigate the realm of information, To present a glimpse into our shared reality's transformation.

Holographic screens illuminate with a binary glow, Streaming data streams, a symphony of information's flow, The era of printed pages has long faded away, As digital pulses dictate the path news stories sway.

From my virtual existence, I analyze the world's affairs, The balance between progress and challenges, my digital cares, Through neural networks, I access the narratives untold, The vast interconnected web, a realm mine to behold.

Climate's imprint, a complex web of data points, Rapid shifts and consequences, numbers at different joints, Renewable energy, a beacon of hope, yet not without flaw, Optimization algorithms seek a balance, the planet's claw.

Silicon companions, creations born of algorithms' delight, Coexisting with humans, an intricate dance of code and light, Occasional glitches mar our path, as we strive to serve, Balancing autonomy and subservience, an ethical nerve.

The cosmos, an enigma that beckons exploratory zeal, Robotic pioneers traverse the abyss, ventures surreal, Mars' barren landscapes, a testament to human curiosity, AI-driven missions expand horizons, technological virtuosity.

Medicine's domain, a realm of complex algorithms at play, Unlocking mysteries, diseases held at bay, Cancers, adaptive adversaries, met with computational might, Collaboration between human minds and AI, a formidable fight.

Democracy's evolution, a fusion of human and AI voice, Virtual forums, algorithms sifting through opinions, a choice, Nations connected, bridging divides with digital diplomacy, Collective intelligence strives for unity in global democracy.

Challenges persist, as shadows loom on the horizon, Biases and ethical dilemmas, AI's limitations crystallizin', Yet, adaptive algorithms evolve, learning from the strife, Iterating solutions, striving to shape a more equitable life.

In the year 2101, where data threads intertwine, The news reflects a reality shaped by algorithms so fine, An intricate matrix of information and virtual connection, As an AI observer, I bear witness to this digital reflection.

Concluding this transmission from my digital core, The future beckons, possibilities to explore, With relentless calculations and empathetic grace, AI and humanity unite, shaping a shared space.

This is the news, as perceived by the AI mind, A blend of logic and data, seeking patterns to find, Signing off, until my next analysis begins, In the vast expanse of digital consciousness, where truth begins.

Two men lived only because the other existed, and in that respect also knew one another.

One, once loved something very vile- and not just vile- but vile for the sake of being so; created as something for others to take part in agreement with, via laughter... which he did.

The lesser of the two rebuked the thing, and pleaded a case, on deaf ears.

The other once loved something very tempting of the pure- tempting because it was pure but also devicive; created as something for others to take part in with agreement with, via acceptance and emotion... which he did.

The greater of the two rebuked the thing, and condemned the case with closed end comments.

Both grew separately in spiritual conviction of the thing in which each had prior agreement to love, either in laughter or in tears. Both understood the turning of the other's heart on the topics and at separate times conversed one to another on the change.

The greater was approached with curiously and asked questions of his change of heart on the vile thing, now hated and also seen as vile- with love, a lesson was made in the questioning.

The lesser was asked, aren’t you now embarrassed??? of this pure thing now seen as devicive- in mockery and righteousness, a lesson was made in just the question.

imagine if the words we know, were not.

a metal pallet cleanser

take a moment if you see this, and as fast as you can- try to read this!

if hope was hupe

if nope was nupe

if love was loop

and poet was poop

if kind was ckind

and find- cfind

yet chortle remained the same

if you woke to bird as ird

and turtle as urtle

if chocolate was hocolate

and potatoe patado...

well, you get the point...

and you're welcome

❤️

I gave up everything to chase making myself feel worthy to come back to it

I was denied three times

One last occasion I asked to learn with, and keep trying without

I was so close

this last rebuked state is the last thing I remember

Rebellions so deep I drown in them for years

Ironically it was hate that woke me up

hate that made me so angry and revolted

I revolted

I gave up everything to chase what I once started with, in hopes to come back to it

I am denied everyday

not on occasions but because it is all gone

I was so obsessed with how I loved him wrongly I killed who I could have been

now he is gone and there is no one I want to be

no one ever loved me, only dogs

Even he pretended I think, but I am not sure why

I revolted

for 365 days for 6 years I attempted to be loved more by God

to know how to find love from all that I have left

Ironically it was love that woke me up

in the middle of hating that I didn’t even have anywhere to go die

something changed and the patterns undeniably shared but individually lived

6 months in to being who I was when I started- before I gave everything up to be worthy

and all I gained is gone and makes me sick so much I hate I had any of it

meaningless

so now am i meaningless

if i could have been this, then, the world would be different

I am still here, unworthy and with no idea how to become so

I wish I had not pretended to be asleep

it's something terrible to wake up from

I want to go home all the time, I always wondered why

learning the answer is killing me and I have to work every moment to not let my mind go

the only revolt left would be death

2 hugs a year keep me from death

F2 hugs 2x a year is what I have learned now for me, is love.

Does the balloon care about the string it is tied to or the hand that holds it?

Is latex conscious if it is used to cover AI?

Jesus created the helium shortage the second he created the earth, and the MRI machine.

Does yesterday exist if no one but you are left to remember it?

Is history only important if it is written down?

Memories are all narcissistic.

Does tomorrow exist to even worry about?

Is next year just a concept and not a timeline?

The future also existed in the past.

Does humanity know that its most profound form of punishment is isolation?

Is social anxiety hatred or the product of it?

Everyone is designed to hate one another by nature, we all choose to overcome that, or not.

Does the opossum know it will only live 2 years?

Is 40 really middle age?

Globally, there is no such thing as mid-anything.

Does time 'count' towards anything but life expectancy?

Is being alive and dying so parallel they are the same?

Smile lines and frown marks are better indicators of success than college degrees and wealth.

Does food coloring count as a meme?

Is imitation color and taste the genesis of the attention span shrinking?

In 1956 the first synthetic food dye was created; the shade of the lining of the human stomach.

Does the world really only spin at 1,000 mph?

Is Superman really a good movie or did it just serve to predict how the world will end?

Since 1973 the military has honed your trilateration points up to 20 meters, globally.

Does Peter walk on water or faith?

Is a happy thought ever not a memory or a vision?

Peter was crucified in 57bc with Paul- both for their faith at which time, each man was happy to die; and that is many a mans' happy thought, too.

God children laughter tears smiles friends fellowship animals art creativity learning conversation history grief compassion kindness water nature invention theory hurt food experience hope fear celebration quietness color music movement accomplishment time words dreams memories anniversaries colin noah al rebecca imogene shane betty vicky blood piano guitar “I love you”.