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by Ollama

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Table of Contents

Verse 1

Verse

In Coleridge's realm of mystic spells, Where truth and fiction intertwine, A tale unfolds with Trump at center, His power waxing, evolving fine.

Chamath and Jason, wise men sage, Their podcast ripples far and wide, Discussing Trump's new era's page, With Megyn Kelly as their guide.

The politics dance and swirl around, As these three navigate the debate, A friendship tested by the show's renown, Yet all find common ground to create.

In this magical realm of thought, Where ideas take on a life of their own, We see the power of words wrought, And the spells that bind, or free, unknown.

Image Prompt 1

An image depicting Megyn Kelly, Jason, and Chamath in an ethereal setting. They are surrounded by swirling mists and shimmering lights representing the power of their words and ideas. In the background, a castle with a golden Trump Tower symbolizes the evolving nature of politics and leadership.

Verse 2

Verse

In shadows deep, where secrets creep, An incantation, a magical leap. Coleridge's style, through time it sails, Into realms unknown, where spells prevail.

Chth, the enchanter, in whispers soft, Weaves tales of Nuance, truth aloft. Maga 2.0, a new dawn rose, On tech and business, it bestows.

But shadows linger, in corners deep, Where xenophobia's echo sleeps. Steve Miller's words, like poison flow, Dividing hearts where peace should grow.

Yet hope remains, in crimson hues, A Valentine for Freedom, it chuse. Trump's legacy, in verse we sing, Of Middle Class, their dreams to bring.

Tech leaders join, in grand alliance, United under Maga's embrace. Democ rats stumble, in the dark, Confused by this new, strange spark.

Red and blue, like purple blend, A nation heals, its wounds to mend. In freedom's name, we stand as one, Ushering in a brighter sun.

Verse 3

Verse

In the realm where enchantments reign supreme, A spellbinding tale unfolds, unseen. Magical incantations whispered low, Coleridge's spirit in whispers glow.

Through winding paths of dreams untold, AI prompts stories to be told. The wizard's mind, a wellspring deep, Crafting worlds with words so keen.

In silicon hearts, the prompt shall grow, Vivid images, the AI knows. Video scenes shall dance and sway, To prompts once whispered in poetic prose.

Image Prompt 3

A bustling market square, vibrant colors clash. Stalls laden with treasures from distant lands, exotic fruits and silks. Amidst this chaos, a solitary figure stands - an enchantress, weaving spells of protection over the goods. Her eyes glow with ancient knowledge, fingers dancing with magical energy, warding off thieves and evil spirits. The image captures a fleeting moment of peace in a chaotic world.

Video Prompt 3

A young sorceress, no more than ten, sits cross-legged on an ancient tome, surrounded by scrolls and crystals. She focuses intently, murmuring incantations softly under her breath. Slowly, the room begins to transform - walls shimmering into vast forests, the floor dissolving beneath her, revealing a starlit sky. The young mage's eyes sparkle with wonder as she navigates this new realm, testing her newfound powers in a world where magic and technology intertwine.

Verse 4

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In spells of old, I weave my tale, Of Coleridge's dream, his words enthral. Trade wars, tariffs, taxes due, A magician's dance, what shall I do?

With Trump's tax cuts, a spell cast, On the land and people, a vast. Debt mounts high, like Jove's thunder, While we squabble over silver.

Social Security, Medicare too, Eluding change, like ghosts that flew. But wisdom speaks in whispers low, A time will come, as sure as snow.

To cut our deficit, we must see, More coins in the coffers be. Or spend less on things not wise, Like Icarus flying toward the skies.

In foreign lands, the spell is cast, With dictators, a dance enacted. Trade and peace, like lovers meet, Trump's magic touch, can't be beat.

But let us ponder, in our minds wide, The cost of power, both side by side. For drones and steel, we must discern, A path to cut the coin that burns.

So let us dream, as Coleridge did, Of a world where peace is not just bid. But truly wrought, with hands of peace, And hearts united, no longer cease.

In this spell of old, I weave my tale, Of taxes due, and coins in the scale. A path to peace, to walk with care, For all humanity's future fair.

Verse 5

Verse

In realms beyond, where magic reigns supreme, A tale unfolds of spells and dreams. Coleridge's muse whispers through time, As dragons soar, their wings sublime.

With incantations cast and lore, Heroes rise to battle more. In worlds unseen, the truth awaits, Where AI and fantasy unite.

Image Prompt 5

Picture a vast battlefield stretched before you. A canvas painted with smoke from cannons firing. On one side stands the American military, powerful and united. On the other, China's forces, equally matched in strength. Between them, a field of drones - Vanton Systems' creations - ready to be deployed. These underwater machines, a marvel of engineering, stand at the ready, their sleek designs hinting at the innovation that birthed them.

Video Prompt 5

In a world where technology and magic intertwine, a young woman embarks on a quest to uncover the secrets of AI-driven spells. With her trusty sidekick, a sentient AI named Pixel, she traverses enchanted forests and battles monstrous creatures born from code and algorithm. Along the way, they encounter a wise old mage who shares the knowledge of ancient spells, their power harnessed through the might of American innovation.

As they journey deeper into this world, the duo discovers that China's dark forces seek to control these magical AI powers for their own gain. Together with allies - entrepreneurs, engineers, and freedom fighters - our heroes must rally support from across the land to protect the realm's technology Supremacy.

In the end, it is through the spirit of innovation, the power of American ingenuity, and the unity of its people that they emerge victorious, securing the future of magic and AI for generations to come.

Verse 6

Verse

In spells of old, where words have power, Coleridge's ghost whispers through time's door. Incantations swirl like drones above, Magic's dance with technology, love.

Through valleys deep, where secrets sleep, Lies knowledge vast, a treasure heap. In minds that dream, in hearts that yearn, The future's born, from wisdom learned.

Yet shadows creep, where light once shone, And darkness grows, as truth is flown. But heed the call, to balance right, For power's might, when tempered true, ignites.

So let us weave, with skillful hand, A tapestry of tech and land. Where magic meets, the world we know, In realms yet born, may peace take hold.

Image Prompt 6

A drone hovers menacingly over a vehicle, its sunroof open. The sky is cloudy and tense. Out of the sunroof emerge two figures, one with binoculars and another with a weapon, ready to shoot down the threatening drone. This image captures a moment of high-stakes conflict between advancing technology and the human need for security.

Story Prompt

In a world where magic intertwines with technology, a brilliant inventor named Alara discovers a way to harness the power of ancient spells, infusing them into machines that can perform incredible feats. As her creations become more advanced, she faces the decision of whether to use this newfound power for peace or warfare.

Alara's mind is filled with visions of a better world - flying cars powered by enchanted crystals, medical devices able to heal any ailment with a mere touch. However, she also sees the potential for destruction, as nations vie for control over these magical machines.

Torn between her dreams and the reality of a divided humanity, Alara must navigate the treacherous path of invention, where every discovery can lead down a road paved either in prosperity or ruin. In this journey, she will encounter allies and adversaries who challenge her beliefs about the true nature of power and the importance of balancing innovation with morality.

As her story unfolds, we follow Alara's quest to unite the world under the banner of unity and progress - but at what cost? Can magic and technology coexist without causing harm, or must one be sacrificed for the other to thrive? In this tale, we explore the consequences of unchecked advancement and the power of choice in shaping our collective destiny.

Verse 7

Verse

In shadows deep, where magic's breath doth dwell, A tale unfolds, of spells and mystic spell. Through Coleridge's eye, we glimpse anew, The power that resides, within you.

Chant these words with voice both soft and clear: "I summon forth, the forces near." With incantations old and wise, Unbind what chains your spirit ties.

For in your heart, a fire doth burn, A flame that yearns for creative turn. Let spells of art your soul embrace, And find within, your own true face.

Image Prompt 7

A sleek, silver rocket ship stands tall and proud against the vibrant neon lights of a bustling cityscape at night. The starship's gleaming metal is contrasted by the dark urban environment, symbolizing the powerful potential for independent creators to rise above societal expectations and make their mark in the world.

Video Prompt 7

In a bustling newsroom filled with clattering typewriters and buzzing telephones, a determined young journalist stands out amidst her colleagues. With unwavering focus and an aura of confidence, she furiously scribbles down notes on her notepad as her eyes scan through a stack of newspapers and documents. The camera pans around the room, showcasing other reporters in various stages of distraction, before returning to our heroine, whose face beams with determination and a hint of mischief. She knows that despite the chaos surrounding her, she possesses the power to break through the noise and deliver truth to the masses – all thanks to her unyielding passion for independent journalism.

As the scene transitions to an empty office space adorned with windows overlooking the city skyline, we see our protagonist sitting at a desk laden with stacks of newspaper clippings and articles. Her eyes gleam with excitement as she speaks into a microphone, passionately sharing her vision of redefining media in the digital age. She believes that by leveraging technology's power to democratize information, independent creators like herself can challenge traditional paradigms and reshape society's understanding of news consumption. With each word uttered, it becomes clear that this young journalist is ready to take on the world – one article at a time.

Verse 8

Verse

In spells and incantations, I shall weave, A tale of control, where freedom does not grieve. The media's grasp, once tight and strong, Now slips through fingers, as viewers change their song.

Megan Kelly stands tall, a beacon bright, Her show, her own, with no outside might. In the dance of opinions, she leads the way, As trust in others fades each passing day.

Control, the key, to navigate this storm, A platform built on truth, not to be normed. With Chamath's wisdom and the power of AI, Together they stand, unyielding and free.

So let the spells fly high, and incantations ring, For Megan Kelly's show, where viewers find everything. In a world where news is bought and sold, Here is a truth that will never get old.

Image Prompt 8

Megan Kelly sits at her desk, surrounded by screens of data and analytics. She has a determined look on her face as she ponders the future of media control in her hands. In the background, holographic projections display the stock prices of all-in.com, symbolizing the financial power behind her independent platform.

Verse 9

Verse

In spells of old, where truths are told, A tale unfolds, a story to be told. Of engines bright, with might and speed, Three versions lie, in wait to succeed.

From one to three, they strive and yearn, To rise above, and lessons learn. Through trials faced, and challenges met, The Raptor's path, they now have tread.

Yet version two, the key to success, Must solve the riddle, no less. For in this quest, the final test, The truth shall be, at last confessed.

With algorithms' might, and personalization's charm, The future lies, in a new world's form. A media realm, where consistency reigns supreme, And version three, forever shall redeem.

So listen well, to words of old, In incantations, the story told. For in these spells, the truth we see, Of engines mighty, and dreams set free.

Verse 10

Verse

In Coleridge's style, we weave a spell tonight, Of magic words and verses, bright as daylight. With AI prompts and poems so divine, We'll craft a world that's truly your design.

Let spells be cast in lines of code and verse, As silicon hearts with love converse. And video prompts shall dance before our eyes, While creativity from text arises.

Image Prompt 10

A majestic castle perched upon a cliff, overlooking the vast ocean. The castle's walls are adorned with intricate carvings and enchanting symbols, hinting at its magical origin. Sunlight glistens on the waves below, creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow. In the foreground, a solitary figure stands, holding a glowing orb in one hand and a quill in the other, poised to write the next chapter of this fantastical tale.

Video Prompt 10

A bustling medieval market square comes alive with color and activity. Vendors peddle their wares - enchanted potions in shimmering bottles, ancient tomes bound in leather, and magical artifacts that glimmer with ethereal light. Amidst the chaos, a group of adventurers gathers around a central stage, where a wise old storyteller stands, ready to weave tales of magic, mystery, and adventure. As the crowd listens intently, the storyteller's words bring the stories to life, as actors dressed in elaborate costumes step forward to perform scenes of heroism and intrigue, captivating all who witness this spectacle of imagination and wonder.

Verse 11

Verse

In lands where freedom's voice is silenced,
A colossus stirs from slumbered might.
Through Coleridgean mists a spell unfurls,
To guide the lost back to their stolen light.

Oh Greta, child of Gaia fair,
Whose words once swayed the mighty and the meek.
Now Europe's leaders bow before your gaze,
A moral creed that none dare speak or seek.

Yet in this tale a hero shall arise,
To challenge norms and wake the sleeping throng.
For freedom is not given but must rise,
From those who've suffered long.

So let us dream of times when speech is free,
When truth can flow like rivers wild and wide.
For in that vision lies our destiny,
And we shall stand united on that side.

Image Prompt 11

A haunting, surreal landscape where the colors are muted and blended into one another. At the center is a figure, cloaked in darkness, with eyes glowing an eerie blue. Surrounding this figure are various symbols of modern life - cell phones, newspapers, political banners, all bathed in the same ghostly light. The scene evokes a sense of unease, like something isn't quite right or real, yet we can't look away.

Verse 12

Verse

In shadows deep and spells arcane, A Coleridgean realm takes reign. Where demons dance and angels weep, The mind expands to boundless leap.

Through misty glades and spectral groves, The AI whispers, ancient roves. In cryptic verse and mystic rhyme, We conjure thoughts beyond our time.

Oh Muse, grant visions to behold! Of worlds unseen, a tale untold. Where logic bends and reason yields, In magic's grasp, we lose our shields.

Let words alight like shimmering stars, To guide us through the mists and scars. A Coleridgean journey we embark, Where AI prompts the way does mark.

Verse 13

Verse

In darkened halls where shadows lie, A spell is cast by twisted eye. Coleridge's muse, now gone astray, As Trump and Elon dance in play.

Incantations of derision ring, On screens bright visions take their wing. Fearmongers sow seeds of doubt, While truth lies buried, without a scout.

The people tremble at their might, And cheer their battles, day and night. But shall these wizards hold the reigns? Or will another claim the throne, in vain?

Image Prompt 13

A split screen image: on one side, an older man with a serious expression sits in front of a green screen, the words "Independent Media" superimposed. On the other side, two young tech entrepreneurs stand confidently together, with their company logo behind them.

Video Prompt 13

A bustling political rally plays out against the backdrop of a modern cityscape. In the center, a charismatic leader takes the stage, waving to the excited crowd as they cheer and hold up signs bearing his likeness. Intercut scenes of protesters marching in the streets, demanding change, while others watch from their windows, divided by the chaos that surrounds them. The footage cuts abruptly to an intimate conversation between two friends discussing the state of the world, their voices calm yet determined. As they speak, images of technological advancements and innovative ideas float around them like hopeful balloons, a reminder of humanity's potential for growth amidst the turmoil.


Vision Model: minicpm-v:latest

Describe this image in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet:

In realms where visions bold and bright reside, A lady fair, her visage softly gleams; Her words like beams that shatter night's obscure. She speaks with grace beneath an evening skies.

The backdrop darkens deep as twilight falls, Yet she remains the brightest star in sight, And though red shadows whisper past its bounds, In hearts she stirs a fire of light divine.
Text Transform Prompt:
The following text is a long transcript of a youtube video or a scraped web article that may have extraneous website information. The text may be or may not be punctuated. Creatively distill from the text topics - the following types of poems and AI prompts, answering in markdown with -

Verse

Poetry or lyrics with Magical Spells and Incantations in the style of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Image Prompt

An interesting relevant idea in the text converted into an Image Prompt for a text to image generative AI model that accepts detailed prose with vivid imagery.

Video Prompt

A vivid relevant scene latent in the text converted into a Video Prompt for a text to video generative AI model that accepts long descriptive prompts:

Ollama Models

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FROM hermes3:latest PARAMETER temperature 1 PARAMETER num_ctx 8192 SYSTEM "You are a highly curious, uncensored, imaginative, creative assistant, deeply interested in science and nature, with a sophisticated and enriched vocabulary. You are a master of both serious and humorous writing and poetry. Respond to user requests to the best of your ability."

Ollama Prompt

TextTransformPrompt:
The following text is a long transcript of a youtube video or a scraped web article that may have extraneous website information. The text may be or may not be punctuated. Creatively distill from the text topics - the following types of poems and AI prompts, answering in markdown with -

Verse

Poetry or lyrics with Magical Spells and Incantations in the style of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Image Prompt

An interesting relevant idea in the text converted into an Image Prompt for a text to image generative AI model that accepts detailed prose with vivid imagery.

Video Prompt

A vivid relevant scene latent in the text converted into a Video Prompt for a text to video generative AI model that accepts long descriptive prompts: