Over the ridge of the world I want to reach a flat place with white sand
Over the ridge of the world I want to reach a flat place with white sand sand, just the sandhouses of Del Monte Canyon in the soft dreamy another-night, the sandbanks of Del Monte, the sand roads of the crossing desert, the seas of deserts warm, rainy, metals, porches, shrubs, trees, and the sweet white sunlight.
Yes, the winds of God that blow across the air from Mexico must be lightest and windiest thing in the world, just a sparkle of dust—and the northeast wall of the world is all we got.
Written by AI, this text was generated during training of my “beat novels” model, around 120,000 steps
Excerpted from a larger sample.
default gpt-2-simple training sample settings