No. 290463 [PM]
Once had a dream where Adam was a priest and I caught his ass using chatgpt to write the homily:DDD
No. 290467 [PM]
>>290463Adam is more Claudecoded
Fortune
Ten persons who speak make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.
-- Napoleon I
No. 290468 [PM]
>>290463nah dude y r yu dreamin bout catching man's ass like turkposter :DDDDD
No. 290497 [PM]
Ok, let me try at this thing
Love, wat is it if not a thousand letters. Wat is it if it is not hundreds of spent hours, in waiting
If there is such a thing as a competent mailman, then it would be you who is hesitant. Waivering in your response, unsure. Your letters do not reach me more, and I sit in despair at my table. Ready to go write, part and parcel, just couple of hours for the mailman to take it from me to the endless quest, from me to you
And from me to you the river flows, on it the cargo ship that has my letter. In safety and good health of the crewmen, it crosses waves after waves, and the peaking sun that it is in the middle of the water
After it, the mail cargo gets unloaded and begin its journey through endless number of endpoints. From city to city, the letters which carry my love to you move, my love to you has been through every city and yet it hasnt learnt anything from it. No better ways, seen no difference. All the same old village, copied and copied over again
Then the mail cart finds the destination. My letter, then, gets put into the box. And in this box it spends eternity. Love then become endless, but not in the way it should. Love then made me mad, and not in the way anyone should