Tonight, we will have for you a memorable epic poem about the time when an American, not just any American, but the leader of the ostensibly free, but mostly militarized world, on the 9th hour of the presidential election cycle, the 11th hour of this play on a stage called the social experiment, Democracy, and on 11:59 and 36 seconds on the Doomsday clock, at the behest of the remnant of the remnant of Black Twitter, the collective user-body of J-date, and unicorn Pintrest, along with his trusted colleagues, his family, and a subsequent mini-stroke, decided perhaps now is the best time to state one's limitations, step out of the race, and begin the search for a candidate to outmatch the Republican nominee, and the necromancer currently animating him.
David Marx (@DigThatData on Twitter) for souping above KLMC2 notebook to make use of initial images, which takes KLMC2 abilities to next level. Multi-prompt scheduling still baffles me, but I'll tackle them someday.
Any voices from the text-to-speech model that might resemble persons living or dead are coincidental, and if I use them it's because of my respect for their work, and I think they'd get a hoot that their voice was being used to show how large language models would speak 24/7 epic poems about anything if we let them. In the meantime, because I use them, I will not be monetizing any of this. This is evidence of capabilities for the public good. And my resume/CV!