These stories are mine.

They’re drawn from my own life, observations, and experiences.

And many times, I write of the odd way I see the world.

The language learning model (or AI as some call it) doesn’t invent the story—it simply helps me turn them into poetry.

Think of it like using a ruler. I can draw a pretty straight line by hand, but if I already know exactly where I want the line, why not use the ruler?

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  • Thanks friend! 🙏

    We spend a lot of time with these guys. The end result of an abandoned cat breeding home (when the tenants moved out, they simply left the cats).

    Long story short. We fed, befriended, fixed, then fell in love with them.

    I write what I see or what I think about as we care for them. Their stories are applied to pictures and hopefully we can share some of the happiness they bring us to everyone.

    I’m glad you like them!











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    That’s an impressive amount of certainty about a life he’s never lived.

    He doesn’t know whose hand the man has held, what he’s lost, who he’s loved, what he’s given, or what he’s done when nobody was watching.

    Yet somehow he’s appointed himself qualified to measure another man’s humanity.

    That’s the irony here.

    He wrote an entire paragraph about compassion while demonstrating none.

    He wrote about love while using it as a weapon.

    And he condemned someone for thinking only of himself while never once considering that he might be wrong.

    If this is his demonstration of what it means to be human, he may want to choose a different example.

















  • Thanks for taking time to explain and I’m really glad you did.

    That is absolutely NOT the intended perception of the word ‘respect’ I was shooting for.

    What do you call it when someone you don’t know takes time out of their day to greet you, welcome you to the neighborhood, and actually listened to what you had to say? And there were three of them.

    That’s the definition of respect I was shooting for.

    And while it’s not mentioned in the writing because it would make it even longer than it is to find included every detail, we showed them the same respect as they told us about themselves and the neighborhood.