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!
Autumn landscape "Along the alley of grieving ston
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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
- This is my revenge on him, and I will continue m
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Prompt: - This is my revenge on him, and I will continue my revenge by hiding his important documents in my depths, in secret places, behind the lining, in a particularly hidden compartment known only to me. So that's it," the folder finished its story and looked at me with importance, "And you will be broken and torn and thrown away one day. That's our fate, the fate of things. But don't worry, we'll all end up in the great and eternal luggage room, where we'll be dusted and rubbed with premium oil, which is only sold through a bribe from the basement in the Moscow haberdashery - she continued.
- What is a luggage room?
- Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone el
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Prompt: - Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone else. He loves all things, regardless of category or prestige. He would never dare offend or hurt anyone, not even the holey rag bag that had been stored in the barn all his life. I felt it as he gently stroked my form. I could feel the love in his hands. Real love. And if a person entrusts us not just with cheap things like socks, panties, dresses, and toothbrushes, but with things of a different status, coveted and cherished by them, then they will love us differently. They will pay special attention to us. Not for a minute, not to part with us and even less to humiliate and obfuscate us.
- So this is our raison d'être. We should strive to keep jewels, special important things, and not some huskies in us? - I stated enthusiastically.
These words struck a chord with me that I was no l
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Prompt: These words struck a chord with me that I was no longer angry with Petrovich. I thought about how I could set him up to keep very, very important and valuable things in me.
- You will laugh, but a bag I know used to visit the famous psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. - He, after his sessions with her mistress and her, concluded that bags, clutches, and purses represent vaginal symbolism. Her mistress suffered from hysterical fits during which she constantly rubbed and touched my friend in all places, then opened and closed the lock, climbing inside and was constantly looking for something there and not finding it. Freud drew an unambiguous conclusion and set up an experiment by asking his patient to open my acquaintance, after which he began to slowly push his cigarette case in and out. At the same time the face of the experimenter lit up in a devilish smile.
Prompt: I was fascinated by all 23 curves of her leathery exquisite form. Show me at least an edge of your lining. Open the lock and show at least a piece of your intoxicated gut. Her natural leather, from which it was made, filled the entire enclosed space with a peculiarly captivating aroma. For the two of us there was no one on the bus, we only felt the presence of our masters, who held us like two pets on a leash, willing at any moment to break off the invisible leashes and merge in a unique purse and suitcase love-coital. Oh, where are you great Freud, why are you not our master who can do the impossible for us. I wish to have a conductor like you Sigmund setting the tone for this mad lust, who, like a wizard conductor, would direct, waving an invisible wand, this beautiful orchestra playing without stopping the only symphony called "love". I will probably never meet this beautiful stranger again in my life. Of course, I will many times, on public transportation, rub against other ladies' bags, but the contact with this Frenchwoman left an indelible impression on my entire life. When Petrovich carried me away from her I could only shout: - Adieu mon amour!!!
Prompt: I mentally embraced her, sinking my upper sash against her. So I would sit here forever, right here with you, my dear. I am not afraid of natural phenomena, neither rain, nor wind, nor snow, nor evil people who might harm us. I am willing to do anything for a wonderful time with you. I contemplated the green of the leaves and the roses of the fire on the other shore, the depth of the waters was beautiful and drawing me in. The wind blew and her image appeared in the rushing current of a matching wave. It seemed to me that all flowers bloomed only for us. How good the world is... The blue of the sky enchanted, the whiteness of the clouds soothed. Bright and cheerful day looked like no trouble. How good the world is... All the many colors of the rainbow that hung in the sky and hypnotized me. I could also see the faces of people passing by. They greeted each other, shook hands. It was like a declaration of love. I heard the cries of children.
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: "Lost Faith."
What do I care about this bag, I need to talk to representatives of my species first. So looking at the white suitcase I shouted out a new greeting that I had recently learned: -Blackass. How's it going?
My new buddy, not a kindly look, assessed me and after some pause answered:
- My asshole compared to your asshole is a snowflake, you know what I mean?
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?
And this situation opened the eyes of the great si
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Prompt: And this situation opened the eyes of the great sinner Matrena. And then she realized all the deceit she had never seen before. The priest Yerofey, her sacrificial triyak, presented for good, not for profit, but from a pure believing heart, for the divine needs, did not hesitate to give it to the watchman Nikitko, as he himself in a frock did not stop to appear in places of alcoholic spillage. And to avoid the shame and all sorts of unnecessary meetings with the parishioners, sent the keeper to the store for a bottle of port, with the excuse that the parishioners servants of God may find out, and the cassock if I take off, and the beard where to dispose of, not shave. And who finds out what the money is spent on, then they will donate a lump of butter. And I'll take you in a share, and after you're gone, together we'll crush a jug in the church basement, for the health of God's servants. After such iron arguments Nikitka crossed himself and kissed the hand of the savior of the brutal hangover, without hesitation skipped to the monastery for manna port.
Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment
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Prompt: Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment and become a regular obedient Soviet citizen. We only met again today, after a six-month separation, because he was in rehab for the mentally ill. The separation from his master was borne out by a rather unusual outburst of his illness. And it started out quite beautifully, and I even thought he was cured. Being a lonely man in life, he avoided socializing with people, especially the female sex. But one day in his lucid moments he met a very simple and easygoing woman. They began dating. They took walks in the evenings. They found common topics of conversation and it brought them closer. One day a distant relative invited him to his house.
Prompt: 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. 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!
We have not seen each other for so long. And that'
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Prompt: We have not seen each other for so long. And that's the hospitable host turned his gaze to his relative's companion. He was not modestly examining her from head to toe, and three times he cast a close look at her dignity.
- This is Angela - proudly answered Mikhail Piskunov.
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!
- I'm single now - Mikhail's relative continued, m
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Prompt: - 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.
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 How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs. 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 to hell with their moonshine. They could take Kolya away without pity, but they would be sorry to give his moonshine to the devils. So now you think he's not a friend, but an ungrateful bastard. I spent two bottles of Zubrovka on him, too.
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!
Mikhail and Angela sat and listened to their talka
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Prompt: Mikhail and Angela sat and listened to their talkative neighbor. The bottle of the capital was drunk, the wine half-empty. Serious artillery came into the conversation, the same moonshine that, like gin released, causes devils and hallucinations. My host didn't drink much, Nikolai drank a lot of it, and then he went stark raving mad. When my host's fantasy ran out, there was a moment of silence, and in order not to appear boring, drunk as a skunk, Nikolai began to tell jokes. I was told some jokes in the copper, which can lead to imprisonment - Kolyan braided his tongue, I'll tell you, in confidence, but don't tell anybody who told you them - he embraced Angela with a giggle. Angela in bewilderment pulled away from the comedian, looking questioningly at Piskunov.
Prompt: So listen:
-Husband comes home, catches his wife with her lover, and is about to do away with him. - Don't you dare hit him! - The wife screams. - He's seen Lenin alive!
Prompt: And Kolyan burst into wild laughter. The guests didn't even smile. They didn't like it, and I laughed like a horse for three days:
- Lenin resurrected and went straight to the pub to talk to the proletariat. The workers are standing around, drinking, not paying attention to the leader.
- I think he gave you a shot when he was rubbing y
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Prompt: - I think he gave you a shot when he was rubbing your tits, and I didn't even notice. Don't you see? They're Arabian horses. They've lost weight in five years, but they can still give a head start to country mares. I used to ride them for 300 versts, I couldn't catch up.
- Aren't those sticks, Misha? Why did you bring them?
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: - Grab the horse, you ungrateful fool. I'm saving you. Wake up. You'll understand now. I'll put a sacred helmet on you and you'll understand. You will. You'll understand everything. - With those words, Michael took me out of his pocket and put it on his lady's head.
- See now? - With pride he pronounced.
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!
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 a
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Prompt: 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. No. I read that the Armenians ride donkeys.
Representatives of the law, having stopped the ins
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Prompt: Representatives of the law, having stopped the insane horsemen of the apocalypse, took her to the nearest police station. The Soviet Union had no mental patients, so this fact was concealed. The owner was placed in a mental hospital for treatment. After these adventures Angela's psyche also deteriorated and she was also sent for treatment. After that I never saw her again. That's my crazy story, my friend", my new acquaintance finished her story, but I don't regret anything, I'm proud of my status as a helmet saint.
Prompt: 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. My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who are fighting for space. He starved, economized on everything. At one point he considered himself a knight of time, and he elevated me to the rank of a holy helmet to put on my head and avoid the jab the party puts in the heads of the people every morning through means of communication.
Prompt: 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. My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who are fighting for space. He starved, economized on everything. At one point he considered himself a knight of time, and he elevated me to the rank of a holy helmet to put on my head and avoid the jab the party puts in the heads of the people every morning through means of communication.
Prompt: 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. My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who are fighting for space. He starved, economized on everything. At one point he considered himself a knight of time, and he elevated me to the rank of a holy helmet to put on my head and avoid the jab the party puts in the heads of the people every morning through means of communication.
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.
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