I’m not gonna lie. I would watch the hell out of a show where wacky steam punk inventors find out about the unfortunate laws of physics and thermodynamics.
Blood alone moves the wheels of history! Have you ever asked yourselves in an hour of meditation, which everyone finds during the day, how long we have been striving for greatness?
GPT4, Write a poem about a ball sack that has a mysterious seam on it.
In realms of flesh where mysteries dwell,
A ball sack’s tale I’m here to tell,
Its surface smooth, yet a seam concealed,
A riddle of secrets, soon revealed.
Beneath the skin, a journey untold,
Where life’s enigma begins to unfold,
A hidden seam, like a whispered song,
Invisible threads, where wonders belong.
A vessel of life, in delicate guise,
Holds the promise of love in its size,
Yet, a seam’s mystery, a cryptic design,
In the dance of existence, it intertwines.
Perhaps it’s a mark of life’s creation,
A symbol of nature’s artful foundation,
Or a reminder that within us, seams run deep,
Where mysteries and stories eternally keep.
So, let us ponder this ball sack’s grace,
With its hidden seam, a mystical trace,
In the human tapestry, where secrets gleam,
A testament to life, like a waking dream.
We’re a collaboration first company, and that’s why the “Bees in my desk!” policy works for us. Nothing brings us closer than the sudden release of bees at our corporate headquarters. Some of you will feel some resistance to the idea, but an anonymous poll overwhelmingly approved of it. We look forward to a sudden swarm at our next mandatory town hall meeting.
And the lord SAID-AH. Do not feast upon the tuna salad! (AMEN!) Do not FEAST-AH upon the devils nigiri! Do not be TUNA SHAMED!
(Overly energetic song about Jesus fighting tunas here)
Photographer: Okay what screams childhood? Hmmm. Pioneer wagon wheel…and MASSIVE cigarettes.