I want to smell your room
Whispers
Bring a wicker basket filled with a bottle of red, good cheese and a baguette, take me to a quiet place , and let’s rest our bones from life for a while
I’m training a neural network to generate recipes based on a database of about 30,000 examples, and one great (not great?) thing about it is it comes up with new ingredients that I’m pretty sure aren’t in the list:
1 ½ teaspoon chicken brown water 1 teaspoon dry chopped leaves 1/3 cup shallows 10 oz brink custard ¼ cup bread liquid 2 cup chopped pureiped sauce ½ cup baconfroots ¼ teaspoon brown leaves ½ cup vanilla pish and sours ½ cup white pistry sweet craps 1 tablespoon mold water ¼ teaspoon paper 1 cup dried chicken grisser 15 cup dried bottom of peats ¼ teaspoon finely grated ruck
And this is a thing that it came up with repeatedly for some reason, and was quite adamant that I use:
1 cup plaster cheese
Some things and people and situations are just not worth any more effort and it’s exhausting. Have to do this very firmly.
Maybe, this is the way it should end.
I wonder if there’s others out there who are in touch with water in all forms 🌊