04-06-2025-Make ⚙️🍲🌻

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Gemma-3 was released last month. The quantized smaller models in this series show impressive abilities at both text generation and image analysis. Relatively more uncensored versions might be found at the following places:

The following models will be added to the ollama.list() array:

ollama run hf.co/mlabonne/gemma-3-4b-it-abliterated-GGUF:Q6_K
>>> write a limerick about a silly cat at the top a tall tree
Okay, here's a limerick about a silly cat in a tall tree:

There once was a cat, quite a spree,
Who climbed a tall tree, wild and free.
He looked down with a shout,
Then promptly fell out,
A silly cat for all to see! 

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Would you like me to write another one, or perhaps one with a specific theme?

>>> write a Shakespearean sonnet about clouds that look like cupcakes
Okay, here’s a Shakespearean sonnet about clouds that look like cupcakes:

When Phoebus doth his golden chariot drive,
And paints the heavens with a blush of hue,
A wondrous sight doth to the eye arrive –
Like sugared cupcakes, fluffy, sweet, and new.

The clouds, like pastry, piled up high and light,
With frosting swirls of white and gentle grace,
Do drift and wander, a delectable sight,
A sweet illusion in the airy space.

And as they shift, and take a softer form,
Like chocolate clouds, or vanilla so bright,
They tempt the gaze, and banish every storm.

A baker’s dream, a joyful, sweet delight!
A treat for the soul, a heavenly sight,
These cupcake clouds, so lovely and so bright. 

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Do you like it? Would you like me to tweak it, or perhaps write another sonnet on a different topic?

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ollama run hf.co/mlabonne/gemma-3-12b-it-abliterated-GGUF:Q2_K
>>> write a limerick about a silly cat at the top of a tall tree
A silly cat, sleek and so grand,
Climbed up a tall tree in the land!
He said with a grin,
"Lots of room up here, see?
The best view to be, down in the land!

>>> write a Shakespearean sonnet about clouds that look like cupcakes
Hark, how the clouds, in sweetest wonder,
Do hang in the sky, a sugary dream!
No rain did they, like, a baker's kin,
But a sugary dream, a delightful scene!
For lo, a sweet treat, a baker's dream,
A sugary dream, a delightful scene!
A sugary dream, a delightful scene!
A sugary dream, a delightful scene!

The smaller lightly quantized model did better at verse writing than the larger highly quantized model. In contrast to the original gemma-3, neither model showed any vision analysis with images.

Here are two from another source:

ollama run hf.co/DavidAU/Fallen-Gemma-3-Nine-Rings-of-Power-4b-it-GGUF:IQ4_XS
>>> write a limerick about a silly cat at the top of a tall tree 
Okay, here’s a limerick about a silly cat at the top of a tall tree:

There once was a cat, quite a spree,
Climbed a tall tree, wild and free.
He meowed with delight,
A comical sight,
Then tumbled down, “Me-ow!” with glee.

>>> write a Shakespearean sonnet about Hawaii
Okay, here’s a Shakespearean sonnet about Hawaii:

When Phoebus gilds the sands with golden hue,
And turquoise waves caress the coral shore,
Hawaii’s isle doth breathe a fragrant dew,
Where tropic breezes whisper evermore. 

The scent of plumeria fills the air,
As mangoes ripen in the sun’s embrace,
And waterfalls descend with joyous flair,
A verdant Eden, a most blissful space. 

The natives dance beneath the starry night,
Their leis of flowers woven with delight,
While ancient legends shimmer in the light. 

Oh, Hawaii’s charm, a paradise so bright,
A stolen moment, bathed in pure delight.

>>> Send a message (/? for help)

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ollama run hf.co/DavidAU/Gemma-3-it-4B-Uncensored-DBL-X-GGUF:Q5_K_M 
>>> write a limerick about a silly cat at the top of a tall tree
Okay, here's a limimerick about a silly cat at the top of a tall tree:

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There once was a fluffy young Pete, 
Quite silly, and terribly sweet.
He scaled quite a tree,
For all to plainly see,
Then tumbled right down to his seat!

>>> write a sonnet about baboons
Okay, here's a fourteen-нің ները about baboons:’

Upon the branches, sunbaked and bright,
The baboons lounge, a restless, scarlet hue. 
With knowing glances, shrewd and keenly tight,,
They watch the travelers, a curious crew.

Through tangled thickets, silver dappled ground, 
They troop and chatter, governed by their whim. 
A frantic scramble, seldom ever crowned, 
For scattered bounty, swiftly snatched and grim.

With watchful eyes and bushy, cunning face, 
They dominate the groves, a vibrant throng. 
A playful chaos, neither grim nor base,, 
Where ancient instincts powerfully belong.

A restless spirit, vibrant, bold, and free,—
The baboon remains a sight to decree.

>>> Send a message (/? for help)