مولد صوت AI Munn Framm Flurrshase من Fish Audio

I wonder how I keep floating through my kitchen while making toast. You know, it's very peculiar how the ceiling fan keeps turning into butterflies, and I'm just trying to eat breakfast but my spoon is telling me stories about moonlight. I never know anymore.

Hither, thither, and yawn again. You ponder the yonder while I wander the hither, Mr. Mann. Stop your jib janning and just yawn, ya. It's a long way to yonder but so close to hither. Come hither, yawn yonder, and ponder upon the yawns we share right now.

My feathers are specialized for silent flight, allowing me to glide through the night completely undetected. This biological advantage ensures the target never hears the strike coming. I am watching you right now, and there is nowhere left to hide. It is time to accept the inevitable.

Marcus, stop! You cannot be serious right now, man. Tell me you did not just delete the entire save file. Say cap! We spent weeks on that base, and you just click a button? No, no, you're joking, okay? Tell me you are joking right now!

Look at this messy world, it’s so pathetic, isn’t it? Just like a wilting poet tree in the dark. I always miss up the beauty with the sad parts. It’s so patheical, but honestly, it’s kind of poetic too. How you doing today?

My spirit speaks to the quiet wind under the stars of this dream. I see the light of the morning coming into the mountain of the sky. It is a gift for the soul in the kindness of the world.

The mountain was a giant that could not hear the stone, which was was the silent standard by which the moon cannot breath. But actually, the earth was round and the space was deep, and everything that move is not at the center of the earth.

Back in the day, I was the biggest tipper that pub ever saw, the one and only Moo-ee Poepoolar. Everyone loved me, they really did. But you gotta break anew to rise up. Now I just enjoy a good leaky cacca and live like a real honky guerro.