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
Prompt: Мардж настораживает низкая цена дома у моря. Таинственный голос в особняке требует поскорее убраться отсюда. Мардж видит проход в другое измерение. Но несмотря на страх Барта и жены Гомер убеждает семью провести ночь в доме. Все, кроме Мардж, готовы покалечить друг друга, но вовремя останавливаются, и Лиза спускается в подвал…
Однажды на пикнике Симпсоны видят НЛО и улетают вместе. С инопланетянами они сдувают пыль с неизвестной книжки до тех пор, пока правильно не прочтут ее название. Тогда они успокаиваются – цели у НЛО совершенно другие…
Prompt: Military Blocs after World War II
After World War II two military organizations emerged. In 1949 the United States and other western countries founded NATO (the North Atlantic Treaty Organization), on the other side the Soviets led the Warsaw Pact, a military organization of eastern European countries. Both military blocs wanted to defend themselves in case the other attacked.
Prompt: Berlin
Two of the major events of the Cold War took place in Berlin. After World War II the city was divided into four zones. The French, British and American zone became West Berlin and the Soviet zone became East Berlin. When the Soviets tried to cut off supply routes to the city the Americans reacted by airlifting food, clothes and other supplies to Berlin to help the city survive.
In the 1950s many East Berliners moved to West Berlin to escape Communism. The East German government had no way of stopping them. During this decade thousands of people crossed the border to freedom. In 1961 the East German government erected a wall around Berlin. It became the most famous symbol of the Cold War.
Prompt: English extreme metal band Cradle of Filth is many things: gothic, controversial, loved, loathed, theatrical, abrasive, and, perhaps most importantly, long-lived. From their origins in the early 90s as a straightforward black metal act through its evolution into a more fully-orchestrated, divisively grandiose band, the band has alternately drawn ire and acclaim for its use of intense sexual and religious imagery (often used simultaneously), the unique performance and vocal style of frontman Dani Filth, and for having the gall to tinker with the black metal formula and step into its own world.
He was dressed in a red and black velvet robe, bel
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Prompt: He was dressed in a red and black velvet robe, belted with a black twisted rope. On top of the alba was a cassoula – cape, black with an embroidered pentagram on the right side of the font. On top of the casula on the shoulders of the monk there was a pallium - a white ribbon with the image of signs resembling Scandinavian runes. It was pinned to the casula with six gold pins having the ends of the heads in the form of a goat's muzzle with long curling horns. The seven-meter kazula dragged behind the reverend on the floor. Two dwarfs, whose faces were visible because of the abundant facial hair, obediently stood behind an important person holding the ends of a long mantle. Fils's face was calm, without emotion. He was an elderly man, whose yellow deep wrinkles made it clear that he had lived in this world for a long time. His eyes were completely black without whites. In her hand, this person held a scepter entwined with a snake, with an open mouth on top, as if she wanted to bite her reverend master. Fils was followed through the doorway by a group of people with musical instruments, whose faces were hidden by red faceless masks. They lined up, taking their places near the head
Prompt: But the brunet's eyes ran to the right and to the left, ticking like that, monotonously counting off some invisible eye-seconds on the close background of the blue bottomless dial. And bam - the imaginary hammering of a gong. His gaze stopped on me. And I clearly realized that now he was definitely mine, he was my master.
Looking at each other, I realized that he was different, exactly different, if you compare him to all those who had previously tasted me or cast me as useful in the human world. I realized it was a sign of the Supreme Suitcases letting me know that he was mine and I his, we were one, in other words a couple created by higher invisible forces. Dazed in an incomprehensible euphoria of bliss, hanging my consciousness in incomprehensible for me worlds and dimensions I clearly understood that he came to me my god, creator and master, this wonderful ecstasy man, I exclusively created for him.
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!
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!
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!
And after these great ceremonies, the two newly bo
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Prompt: And after these great ceremonies, the two newly bonded by the ties of the green serpent buddy, farting soundly slept on the lower shelves.
The bottle of cognac no longer stood as imposingly as it had before, orphaned on the emptied newspaper beside the lumps of half-eaten herring, lard, and potatoes.
The Asian woman patiently and carefully covered her husband with a sheet. She sat her son on the top shelf. And so that he was not bored she gave him the book "Encyclopedia of Animals". The boy was leafing through this book with curiosity. He was below me and I could clearly see the colorful illustrations of animals depicted in it. He was leisurely reading aloud the names of the animals that were printed next to the pictures, syllable by syllable:
- A-ist, shark-la, ar-a, be-ge-mot or hy-p-po-po-tam!
Brunet nervously and sharply took out a bag from h
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Prompt: Brunet nervously and sharply took out a bag from his pocket. Nervously clutching it in his hand, he began waving it around. Seeing the new object, I decided to make conversation with interest. - Good morning," I said, referring to the bag
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!
What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would s
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Prompt: What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would snack on the smell with his rice flatbread, and it seemed to him that he was holding a fat and tender eel in his mouth.
And so he did every day. But the stingy fisherman noticed the cobbler's cunning and decided to get money from him at all costs.
One morning, when the cobbler was mending someone's heta, the fisherman came into his hut and silently handed him a piece of paper. On this piece of paper was written down how many times the cobbler had come to the shop and smelled the smoked eels.
Amazing these people, I thought. So capable of out
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Prompt: Amazing these people, I thought. So capable of outsmarting or outsmarting each other. We suitcases are very honest creatures.
Well, when I returned back to the compartment, from the land of fairy tales, neither the woman, nor the child and their husband and father were in the compartment. My master was sitting on the bottom shelf, holding his head with both hands. Two men were fussing in the aisle next to him.
But I came to myself not from the bustle, but from the fact that someone had cut into my reasoning. I thought I was imagining things. No, the voice sounded clearly:
- You silly fellow suitcase.
- Who is this?
Prompt: an illustration of a street parade, where fat cats act as floats, pissing cat urine on a crowd of people in the style of Alexander Jansson, is surreal,
Prompt: My acquaintance during this scientific experiment had an unforgettable ecstasy which she could not forget, and whenever she encountered even the most holey unfamiliar bag lying somewhere in the dirtiest utility room, she shared these feelings. She said if this unforgettable feeling arose with some cigarette case, what would it be if the great Freud introduced the suitcase!!! She after this session began to think of Freud as a god, a supreme deity like Zeus.
- So for me you folders also all look the same - I
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Prompt: - So for me you folders also all look the same - I laughed.
- There was a funny incident in my life - started a leather suitcase, for my old master this fact came out sideways. I had a twin brother, we were made in the same factory. We were like two peas in a pod. Same fasteners, paneling, cladding. And my former owner bought the two of us. Me for himself and the twin brother for his mistress. And so in his moments of solitude with his new lover, when he would tell his wife that he was going away on a business trip, and accordingly his mistress would tell her husband that she was also away on business, my brother and I would meet at the hotel. And at one point, in a hurry, my host confused my brother with me. Brought home without checking the contents. He walked into the living room, held out the wrong suitcase to his wife and said: - "Honey, I'm very tired, I've had a hard day today, I just came from the train station, take things out of the suitcase.
- 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?
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: 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.
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.
And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a fo
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Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: Create an image of a woman in profile with an ethereal and artistic aesthetic. She has pale skin and a delicate facial structure, with a slightly closed eye that conveys a sense of tranquility. Her hair is a cascade of elaborate swirls and circular patterns flowing into an abstract space, featuring shades of black, gray, white, and hints of tones like red and gold and purple and complementary colours, resembling a mix between a starry night and a Gustav Klimt painting. The woman's dress is an extension of this design, adorned with countless intricate circles and dots, blending into a skirt that transitions into a pixelated pattern as it approaches the bottom right corner of the image. The background should have a resemblance to intricate mosaic art in grayscale, contributing to the overall dreamlike quality of the image.
Oh, oh, oh, I'm just being friendly, she's like my
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Prompt: Oh, oh, oh, I'm just being friendly, she's like my sister Misha, well, you are so gentle, soon mine will arrive from his sister, come and feel her, even in the underpants, maybe you'll find something interesting, I do not give a fuck - laughed Kolya. Maybe I was inspired by Ilyich, I wanted to tell the next joke about Lenin, where the iron-fisted Feleks molested Krupskaya. Hello?
- Why do you remind me of that viper?" cried my master, with a pale face.
No. I read that the Armenians ride donkeys. Oh, Go
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Prompt: No. I read that the Armenians ride donkeys. Oh, God, I'd rather ride horses than those donkeys. Donkeys aren't as fast as this Bujan. It was at this moment, whether it was the quick galloping on sticks or the experience, that Angela's consciousness warped. Under the onslaught of the frantic ride, her mind began to drift off to worlds unseen by a normal person. In a word, she was visited by mental illness. Angela could not make it three kilometers to the city. Her feet were swollen. The heels of her shoes broke at the beginning of the trip, and she left them on the same stretch of road. The soles of her feet at the finish line were solid, meaty flesh. They hurt wildly. The rider left a trail of bloody footprints on the pavement. Between her legs, the unruly and rigid torso of the horse "Bujan" left painful wounds. A passing police patrol came to the aid of our heroine.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
