the sound of the Planet war [Full Poem] [Temp. .36]

This was a weird generator. This is the entire file of 150k characters. The low temperature seems to have resulted in the generating of mostly non-printing characters which may speak to the quality of our training file. at higher temp, this sort of behavior goes unnoticed.  

Once the lines go to single one we had to separate each line from the odd invisible characters that surrounded it. Who knows what it would look like with those characters exposed. It's a good side project. 


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Quit, said the way of storm and screaming sound, and
    all the ancient towers and the souls of men and women and women and women and women
    than the stars and the flash of the world is only only one man who has been all the truest words of the soul.

     100
                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Distance Solitude Dead Louise
  I O. The Form of My Grandmadama
  Some Most Extension
  The Great State President White House The Great Spaniard
  While Los Angeles in the Window
  Space State Hand
  Red Stone on the Wall
  Who Can I come to Shake Dezan Dollar Street
  I heard the Congress of the Metal Corporation

Particles of Television in the moonlight

pine color to the stretch

The Door of America when they were an unfolding the Secretary the Black Band

And counterrevolution"

Butterfly Kids where the first time I think

billion of a car between the world of the bus lifted to Barney the South American State Darker Counter to China of Change the Police City Times the Sun came to New York to the Bedrafted Eleven head 

in the corner."

Manhattan seat on the wall

walls in the track and the flash of the bell

the world and the window of the world of the bullet spin

An official death--

all the world of many an American State

with the corpse

And work and sound or say,

and bearded as the sound of the money

To be the Buddha with a heart

window to sit up the window

the same tree of the world, and the money that was the end

with the world to be a day of the sun

to the day of the living of the North

to the heroes

to the sound of the Planet war and the Contempt to die