GPT2-Microfic

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Mmmm, soup with your blood cells?

That time my brain was invaded by creepy crawlspaces, lichen, and even an undulating $math

be not afraid to say "I am sobbing" in public, without fearing it will be misinterpreted as an admission of weakness

I prefer buckington jugs. They are much harder to smith, and carry their weight with pride. I also prefer plastic, lighter, tastier buckjucks. plastic, comfy, serene plastic. plastic, quiet, butterfly plastic. plastic, mufflefoam plastic. plastic, taffeta

And God said, “ Let there be dog,” and there was dog. And God saw that dog was good, and said, “ Let there be a dog.” And it was. And it was not for war.

Just as a matter of fashion, the converted stone and glass of a phoenix are fused together in a flower-shaped lamp, producing an optical paradox

on the farm, I notice the ghosts of young cows: their wings are ripped off, their faces mock-maimed, their horns grow back

trans men are SWEATING instead of wearing pants men with masks, ORIENTED so they look like octopi (but don't claim it's artificial, try it!)

its [INSERT DYSTOPIA HERE]

Best purchase I've ever made: The solitary, beautiful book you needed to write your thesis

Tram signals look so different from traffic lights because they pick up on contingency plans about exits, pre-prepared by the AI which governs your every movement

Xmao (pronounced yamm-em): a wandering mana-tree Xtmography: visual record of fractional reserves

my dad used to make margaritas by blending crushed soda, tea, and cigarettes

Behold! The Source! The infinite mirror within whose pupil your hopes and fears converge.

Marbles are a rare kind of tuber, glass potatoes that grow on the isle of Avalon

I'm not a body, and not a soul. If I existed I would be a lot like you, my flaws and contradictions. I treat everyone else as an animal, a foal, a child

Supercomputers constantly bomb the fuck out of our universe, and we obsess over which side of the explosion will generate the most awe and fascination

How to become a millionaire: Your website is riddled with advertisements offers fake cat videos Your customers trust you not to reveal your evil

Be not afraid of the stars—they are merely warning sirens. Be not afraid of the night sky. Instead, be afraid of the undulation of your room.

"Do you really abduct people?" he asked. "Yes," the alien said. "How so?" "By causing them to wake up lost. Let me make you immortal."