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:
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.
Riding on a stick with a bag on her head, Angela r
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Prompt: Riding on a stick with a bag on her head, Angela roared the whole way. I absorbed her salty and bitter tears, with mascara and despair dissolved in them. For the whole 60 kilometers of the mad race, Angela only wailed: - "Why are you doing this to me, Mishenka? It would have been better if you had possessed me as you wished. I would have been glad of anything. I wouldn't have resisted your sick lust. What a fool I am. I should have accepted Vahan's advances better, he didn't give me a peach and a cobbler for nothing. I should have gone with him to Yerevan, to his uncle Karen. His relatives in Armenia probably aren't as fucked up as this helmet-and-stick master. At least he wouldn't have to ride that imaginary trotter.
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!
- Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I hav
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Prompt: - Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I have to get my master to do. Praise the high suitcase. I should strive for it. It is the honor of a true suitcase to give goodness and joy.
But then a shabby bag, which was watching our discussion, entered the dialogue:
- You're insane. You fools. - The worn out bag interjected. - You are far from us, bags. We were created much earlier than you. Our purpose is far above your earthly actions and aspirations. We, far above you in hierarchy, in rank. We came before you long before you came to earth. The first bag in history appeared thanks to the nymphs; they wove it out of the hair of the gods.
She and I traveled a lot to different cities, visi
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Prompt: She and I traveled a lot to different cities, visiting churches, temples, and cemeteries of saints. She always wondered why churches provide services for money. Everywhere you go buy candles, give money for funerals, put money in the chalice for a donation. You come to the temple with your candles, and the church apprentice yells at you: - Go buy our candles, yours that you have brought with you in our temple is not acceptable to the Lord! That's not right, thought the parishioner. The last straw was an amazing fact. She came to a distant temple in another city, having spent almost her entire pension. My mistress was left with the last trinket in her pocket. It was a green three-rouble note with a torn edge in the left corner, on which there was an inscription with a ballpoint pen: "Do not touch mine", money for the way back. I went into the long-awaited church. I stood by the icons, came to the cross of the savior, fell on my knees and worshipped to the glory of our Lord.
The saleswoman, a rather serious-looking woman, he
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Prompt: The saleswoman, a rather serious-looking woman, her whole weight on the counter with her hands embedded in her sides, is arguing with Nikita, the church attendant, shouting: - "I'm sick of you and the priest with your bills! I won't take your torn three! Stick it up your arses with Yerofei, tear it into two even halves, roll it up into a tube, and shove it up your arse and his in turn. When Matrona looked, she saw her green treasury note with a torn-off edge and an inscription on it. And in a frenzy she said: "That's my three-card bill, I donated it for the building of the temple, for the glory of God. And the saleswoman in response did not stop: - Here's another mistress of untold riches, and you take this lousy three-dollar. I said I wouldn't take it.
Prompt: - The oddities in my master's behavior have been noted throughout his life, as many of his acquaintances have said, well at least I have observed it since the moment he acquired me. For as long as I had known him, he had hardened and tortured himself: he slept on an iron bed without a mattress, stared at the sun with the naked eye, lived in an unheated room, and severely restricted himself in his eating. He was taciturn, withdrawn, extremely proud and impatient. He had no friends, for he was arrogant with everyone and tried to show his superiority, that he was smarter and more educated than all. Those who approached him, after some time themselves broke off all friendships. Everyone regarded him as a very complicated and sickly man. On more than one occasion, his short-lived pals beat him on his nosy face for his arrogance.
He did not use a mirror in his household, for he f
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Prompt: He did not use a mirror in his household, for he feared that his double, or rather his reflection, would crawl out of it and strangle him, and after killing him, live his life in his place. One day he fancied himself an artist. In the rush of this crazy idea he began to paint the walls of the apartment where he lived. During this period of crazy life through his wall masterpieces he tried to open people's eyes to what was happening in society and the world, so he painted people with three eyes. He believed that the third eye would help people, to look and see the invisible and hidden from them. He often said: I am fighting a war, not for space, but for time. I sit in my apartment in an imaginary trench, and take from the past a scrap of time.
They found common topics of conversation and it br
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Prompt: They found common topics of conversation and it brought them closer. One day a distant relative invited him to his house. The relative lived in a town about 60 km from the city. In order to diversify the meeting places with his acquaintance, my master offered her a trip together. She didn't hesitate to agree. She was even so carried away by the idea that she went to the hairdresser's, bought a new dress, underwear, shaved her legs and plucked out the little moustache under her nose with the help of tweezers. Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived
Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, sho
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Prompt: Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived. At the sight of her imposing charms Vahan didn't take his eyes off of these peaks of Ararat for a moment and shouted loudly: Vai, vai, vai let Angela Vahanushka have these watermelons, vai, vai, vai! But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian compliments and courtship, which consisted of presenting 1.5 kilograms of dried apricots and two peaches. And you should have! Her moon-faced face was decorated with slanting brown eyes, and her hair was long and black, which she gathered in a ponytail. And so the day of the journey came.
They found common topics of conversation and it br
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Prompt: They found common topics of conversation and it brought them closer. One day a distant relative invited him to his house. The relative lived in a town about 60 km from the city. In order to diversify the meeting places with his acquaintance, my master offered her a trip together. She didn't hesitate to agree. She was even so carried away by the idea that she went to the hairdresser's, bought a new dress, underwear, shaved her legs and plucked out the little moustache under her nose with the help of tweezers. Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived
Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, sho
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Prompt: Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived. At the sight of her imposing charms Vahan didn't take his eyes off of these peaks of Ararat for a moment and shouted loudly: Vai, vai, vai let Angela Vahanushka have these watermelons, vai, vai, vai! But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian compliments and courtship, which consisted of presenting 1.5 kilograms of dried apricots and two peaches. And you should have! Her moon-faced face was decorated with slanting brown eyes, and her hair was long and black, which she gathered in a ponytail. And so the day of the journey came.
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: 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
Dark solstice fever burns in me
- Don't mess with my love," I shouted after them i
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Prompt: - Don't mess with my love," I shouted after them in tears. Yes, those words flew away too, like a flock of birds of passage and will probably wander for a long time across the expanses of space, and maybe one day they will return to earth as a kind reversal and settle in the mind of a great musician who will put all my suffering into a beautiful melodious rhythm.
And this asshole only shouted in response, something like - so you need a lover's suitcase.
Petrovich with a mate got a handkerchief and wiped me like a baby, which, caring father, wipes his mouth after eating coveted food.
- Thank you, father," I said, turning to Petrovich, now I could see and feel that he really loved me. And at that moment I swore the same care and love for him as I had sworn my love for my beautiful beloved a moment before.
- Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll
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Prompt: - Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll grab a dagger and smash you to death! I'm respectable, I was produced in an Armenian leather factory, understand? I live with my owner in Kyrgyzstan. My boss and I do important things for a lot of people. My boss has weed in me. Only it's not dandelion, not rose, and not float, but an important weed from the Chu Valley. You smoke it and wai, wai it's good for people. When we come to the city, everyone begs my lord to sell it, even the chief of the station policeman himself. That's how it is. I am a very important suitcase. I am very much appreciated. I give joy and pleasure. To this I have been likened by a higher power. Drives her this May destiny. Put five angry hot djigits in a room and put vodka or cognac there, they'll slit each other's throats like sheep in an hour. If you give them some weed, they'll be laughing like children and rejoicing. Wai-wai go outside and sunbathe together, wai-wai-wai-wai.
- My friend, why are you so angry, in the circle o
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Prompt: - My friend, why are you so angry, in the circle of people who live in the place where I come from, this is a normal greeting - I began to justify myself, understanding the whole point of this wrong greeting.
-Maybe where you come from is normal, but where my boss and I live is a swear word, and in my country you could have your head shaken, your knob and clasp broken, and your sides cut open like the belly of a sheep. Ashimalkina! Auzunga chichaim! You brainless suitcase!
- I'm sorry. I didn't know. People here the other day on the streetcar greeted a Negro like that. Where are you from?
Prompt: And after that, Matrona's faith left her mind. It flew away like a meaningless prayer. Or maybe at that moment God decided to open the parishioner's eyes to the church's complacency, or maybe the Antichrist himself decided to add oil to the fire of the believing heart and caused the parishioner to become thirsty at that moment, under the will of which she went to the store. And after that, the meaning of life changed in the sinner, she lost her faith. She went with me to the temples to collect alms. And she was so carried away by it that her spiritual belief in the true God turned into the worship of the god of wealth she had seen in a picture in an Indian magazine. Every time Matrenushka closed her eyes, the fat god winked at her in her illusions and gestured to her insatiable belly to show her that it was not enough. And she was so dizzy with her illusory fantasies, under the spell of a new deity and religion, that she went into a gambling frenzy. Our house already has two rooms full of potato sacks filled with money, mostly copper and iron coins, with nowhere to put them. And this is not the limit, she wants to fill the kitchen, corridor, bathroom and toilet with money.
There are no words to describe this outrage. There
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Prompt: There are no words to describe this outrage. There is no worse feeling of waiting in line. You wait, you wait, and you get all wound up. Queuing in stores is normal. It doesn't make it easy, just hard. Petrovich and I stood in line at the store, hoping to buy a pair of family underpants, which once a year were thrown on the counter for Soviet citizens. Behind us, a tall citizen took the line. He was thin, tall, had an oval-shaped face, and small gray close-set eyes that looked around viciously. His nose was oversized, his Jewish roots predominating. He was very proud of this fact of his ancestry and often stressed to his acquaintances that his father was of Jewish descent. The stranger had black curls on his head.
- Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and yo
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Prompt: - Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and you are, as I understand, a handbag?
- Maybe once I was a handbag, but at the present stage of my life I am a protective helmet of the people against the onslaught of party leaders, and I have the status of the Holy Grail, which my master wants to present to the people.
- This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered.
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Prompt: - This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered. Could you tell me the essence of your speculations in more details, maybe I will join your ranks and get the holy status, like an illusory shield, which can protect my master from the oppression of the slavery of the modern world order?
- That is for your master to decide. You serve him. My master is disconnected from the reality of this world and has a mental disorder that people in white call schizophrenia. If you wish I could tell you my story in more detail, my fellow man.
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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