The polar bear was walking, He passed by me, I gue
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Prompt: The polar bear was walking, He passed by me, I guess I'm poor on the body, either he is not noticeable in a white sheepskin coat, overtook another man, and stuck his claws in his back slowly, now I am alone at the polar station, Thank you, white bear, for sparing me!
Prompt: two zombies with two witches and two pig-like facial features are walking on the front seats of a car with the inscription on the side of the car "Chelyabinsk 2023" is driving with the headlights on along a mountain serpentine
Prompt: two zombies with two witches and two pig-like facial features are walking on the front seats of a car with the inscription on the side of the car "Chelyabinsk 2023" is driving with the headlights on along a mountain serpentine
Prompt: Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
I sip the blood-red wine
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
From Chaos born out of love and the scythe
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call
To pull me close amid the baying of wolves
Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn
In the dark, odiferous earth
We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
To drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
To learn from the dark and the voices between
This is my will...
The forest whispers my name...again and again
"When the moon is full
The fiery - gehenna verdict of the "Fashionable ve
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Prompt: The fiery - gehenna verdict of the "Fashionable verdict" A special day was present at the copper on the sabbath, young witches gathered , took out brooms for flying from the barn , but could not find proper outfits for them, opening their hereditary chests , they searched for dresses for a long time that should drive annoying devils crazy , tried on, rummaged through a pile of old rags, swore obscenities as if they saw a pattern of crucifixes on a corset, suffocating the chest and a waist above the hip. Well, what are you doing glamorous girls? The one-eyed sister hissed at them in an angry tone - After all, the morning is near! - - And the sabbath will end by morning! - Now I'll teach you how to dress quickly! Yesterday, in that box of fantasies of the human world, which people call "TV", I saw with a lonely eye the program "fashion verdict", which stylist Vasiliev somehow led dejectedly. So into this small screen, a Gothic fat girl, I don't know how, without crushing those present, somehow got in there. So Vasiliev and the pretentious crowd in the jury dressed the fat sides of that scoundrel in black outfits. And we, let's put on black and gloomy outfits, so that the warts are not visible under the huge hooked noses! And if you don't like our dark look, the coven party! Vasiliev will burn in hell with all the members of the jury! Then the producers of the channels will understand, it is not necessary to promote such programs and if you are present in the jury, keep in mind what a fiery - gehenna verdict awaits your opinion!
Prompt: All the love in the world couldn't save you
All the innocence inside
You know I tried so hard to make you
To make you change your mind
And it hurts too much to see you
And how you left yourself behind
You know I didn't want to be you
Now there's a hell I can't describe
So now I wander through my day
Trying to find my way
Still these feelings that I felt
I said to you and no one else
And no it's not going to change
I know it's gone, still I'm used
And that's nice to hang on someone
A change that's bittersweet
Prompt: Even taking a quick glance at a painting by the Austrian artist Otto Rapp, you want to immediately look away. A decomposing human head on a birdcage, an untouched tongue inside it - such a “still life” strains not only the psyche of the audience, but also causes purely physiological discomfort. One can guess what meaning the artist put into the work, but it is quite obvious - this is a truly frightening picture! And if someone dreams of a similar plot at night, then you need to “thank” Rapp’s masterful technique for the nightmare
Prompt: "Birth."
Blue, white, yellow, green... Flashes of multicolored light flickered chaotically in the motley gamut of emptiness. The void, what is it? Is it infinity or just the beginning of something new. Not remembering my past, my present, and not knowing my future, and most importantly, my essence and purpose.
- Where am I?
- Who am I?
- Or what am I?
These were the questions I asked myself as I looked at the green walls. Yes, green walls. I could clearly see the green hue of the uneven layers of paint, flaking off in unevenly shaped pancakes in places. A confined space. Semi-darkness. What became clear next was that I was surrounded by some rectangular-shaped, brown-colored objects. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It was strange. It was just a thought. Could it be that I was the same as these many objects. Who will give me the answer to all of this?
Prompt: When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
- This is Angela - proudly answered Mikhail Piskun
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Prompt: - This is Angela - proudly answered Mikhail Piskunov.
- Nice to meet you lovely lady, and I am Nikola, I am glad that Misha has settled down and found you, I always set him on family ties. My pleasure - with a sharp gesture Nikola showed the trajectory of movement, thereby inviting guests into his mansion.
- I'm single now - Mikhail's relative continued, my grandmother has gone to visit her sister, and I'm alone. I miss my beloved. Well, sometimes I really play around. Grey in the beard, the devil in the brow - he chuckled and winked at Angela. - Just kidding, really, really, really miss and sometimes a pear at the window, crying at night from the separation of his beloved woman.
Someone brazenly invaded my beautiful dreams and h
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Prompt: Someone brazenly invaded my beautiful dreams and humiliated me. It was a seagull that flew by and, like a bomber, dropped a liquid bomb on me. As it fell on me, the product of the restless bird's life blurred into a green-and-white blot on my side. The seagull shouted joyfully in its bird dialect, telling its friends about its marksmanship, like a high-class ace who can hit any target from any height. Her brethren immediately supported her with loud and extended voices, like soldiers cheering for their fellow soldier driven by a single order to achieve a military objective and a task set by an invisible general. Thank God hippos don't fly, I thought, remembering the colorful illustration I had seen thanks to the boy. And for a second I imagined that if I had been in her place with such a heavyweight, I would hardly have gotten away with some paltry blotch. I would have been plunged into a wild mess of badly digested sausage tree fruit that would have suddenly come crashing down on me from above. And a flock of hippos with a friendly wild howl, grunting and mooing in the sky would spread delight like an orchestra of a thousand trambos and French horns, marveling at the marksmanship
Prompt: - Here? I'm a don andestend yo mai freds? What do you mean by nigger? - came from the lips of our African, looking questioningly at the uprising of the Soviet people.
A man standing nearby, as white as any, spoke out against the oppression of transport apartheid. It was the accompanying interpreter who blurted out: - What are you chattering idiots, this is Comrade Mambuka, from an African communist state, here to learn the experience of communist propaganda. You'd better watch your mouth, or World War III will break out because of such words," he said with a strained smile.
Then turning to the black party schoolboy, with a strained smile on his face, he said: - Black-ass, respected comrade Mambuka, is a Russian variant of greeting, like hello comrade, hello buddy, hello brother or as in your languages where you are from. Well, for example in Afrikaans it would be "goyimore", in Ndebele it would be "locha", in Tsonga it would be "avusheni", in Zulu it would be "savubona", and in Russian it is nigger - that is a very respectable person in our language, a friend in one word.
Prompt: Standing down I only listened. But then, to my surprise, a cockroach crawled out of a crack in the floorboards and crawled impudently toward me, like a moonwalker exploring the topography of a previously unknown planet. It crawled toward me very quickly and brazenly. Putting out his antenna-like antennae, he began to study me as one studies an incomprehensible object placed on an unexplored planet. His attempts to study me resembled tickling. I tried to stop him, but he did not calm down and continued to move his whiskers around my hard edges like a masseur who uses some new massage technique.
Suddenly the film session stopped and the lights went on in the cinema hall. Five men walked into the auditorium, one of them the most impudent and brazen, standing on a dais in front of the screen, shouted loudly and hysterically:
At least I fell on the potatoes. Then I climbed ou
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Prompt: At least I fell on the potatoes. Then I climbed out and kicked my ass. I poured all my anger at alien civilizations onto this interplanetary wanderer. I kicked him out of the house. And he flew faster than flying saucers out of my crib. While he was flying at the speed of light, he yelled that Kolka had a devil in the house, and that we must call a priest, or the devils would take Kolka
Prompt: An unforgettable meeting of a polar explorer with a polar bear (the real story) (from the cycle "Loneliness")
The polar bear was walking,
He passed by me,
I guess I'm poor on the body,
either he is not noticeable in a white sheepskin coat,
overtook another man,
and stuck his claws in his back slowly,
now I am alone at the polar station,
Thank you, white bear,
for sparing me!
Apocalyptic kineticism: "The last bullet." INS, up
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Prompt: two zombies with two witches and two pig-like facial features are walking on the front seats of a car with the inscription on the side of the car "Chelyabinsk 2023" is driving with the headlights on along a mountain serpentine
Winter landscape "Waiting for a sign", INS, Upgrad
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Prompt: A celebration of the damned
The unfettered few who choose to roam
Sharing more than sexual excess
Sowing more than vexing stones
Favourite haunts of depravation
Where the morning fears to tread
Covenant revere the sullen cain
Strike the tethered liar dead
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