Fairy Tale Therapy_The Adderal-infused preschooler in every PyTorch model_Head Plant Supervisor_Blee
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Fairy Tale Therapy
Beside me sits a veiled menace. On my other side, my sodded friend whom I recognize by his satisfied gurgle as the sloshing liquid from his flask flushes down his throat. In the darkness, I have only my ears as front-line defense against my overcharged imagination. No matter, I was on a mission.If you're wondering why I'm here, ask my therapist. Yes, that one, the one who tinkers with your mind. My therapist insists that my rabid interest during sessions of childhood story tales should have girded me for dealing with real life horrors. It didn't do the trick. Instead of arming my brain, I sat ...
The Adderal-infused preschooler in every PyTorch model
Our young conspicuous earth gleams while exponentially choking on diesel food-fuel of knowledge. As bones wither and creak – in midlands towering like mountain nestlings, our fair maiden’s gentle weep begins to drown her bipedal occupants.Plink. A wave of mud-stained salt engulfs my favourite Tex-Mex cantina. Plink. Sit toilets, in the heart of southern-Asia begin to overflow. Plonk. An inpidual defecates by the roadside in consequence of the latrine domination.Hands flat, forehead flattened against the harsh-lipped concrete, we beg, cry, plead, and are riposted by the devil’s brand of a coars...
Head Plant Supervisor
He knew what they called him and he didn’t like it: Unemployed Lloyd. True, he’d been out of work for a while;www.onedoor.cc but that’s no reason for insults. Besides, he’d sent out his resume. Even went on a few interviews. He knew his luck would change and they’d be sorry. Lloyd scratched his butt and looked at the clock. He heard the stop-and-go hum of the mail truck and trudged to the door; not bothering to put on shoes (or pants, for that matter.) The only highlight of his day since he lost his job, was the mail. The wind tussled his thick, full head of hair and an eviction notice slapped Lloyd in...
Bleeding Love
Striding onto a stage in a suit made from a disco ball and the smooth silk of Barry White’s last breath, the host raised the mic to his lips and winked into camera one.“Hello one, hello all. Love is here and it’s time to fall!” His classic catchphrase drew raucous applause from a crowd of men and women strapped into their seats to stop them rushing the stage.Teeth whiter than a diamond bought with mayonnaise flashed to the audience and the crowds at home. Paramedics rushed to aid the men and women who had already fainted from the heat of his charisma.“Today, we have one of our older contestant...