Prompt: Bury me in velvet dream
Lest I unduly wake
And seek to reconcile my thirst
With the cowardly tailors of my fate
Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
To overthrow, plague and burn
As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
To scheme of my return
Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm
A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn
Their ignorance has forged for me over
centuries a sword
Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war
The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the
passive flocks roam free
This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul,
trespassing breeds
I have awoken from the past
Glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies
I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink
Remember me as king when I cradle hell to stars
Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast
Venom forces workthius arts of devil's and priestess
Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song
Played upon a storm
By the ghosts of Avalon
And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend
To whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men
The principle black metal masterplan
Prompt: The Life of all Flesh Is The Blood" - Leviticus 17:14
"Those who Trespass against us, Beware the Shadows of Dusk"
Unshadow thyselves children
The reign in flesh begins again...
V empire
Funereal majesty awake
Cneajna wreathed in snake
Draconis talons rake...
So haunted is my silent heart
Dreaming only of the moon
When velvet darkness falls tonight
The thirst crescends anew...
Only for you
Inspired to mortal nightmare
Ebony dressed for sunset
In the dulcet whispers of the damned...
Prompt: Malice Through The Looking Glass
Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
I shalt suffer this confessional mime
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice
"I am as dusk come to ravish the light"
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
"I will answer thy prayers"
If thou Wouldst drink of my life....
Encroaching evening skies
Die with such tragedy
And those interred in cold graves
Dwell on pleasures to be
In deep hysteria
Where our legend still breathes
Through sweet death and thereafter
Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed
Prompt: Beauty Slept In Sodom
Death, spirit me away
My anguished soul doth strain
On taut and twisted reins
Yet, insatiate I still remain
Like a proud, unfalled star
That dares thee from afar
To calm my thund'rous heart
Else, rend it's knots apart
So I may never sing
Of jewelled skies o'er my strings
And love, a wanton thing
Can plunge on burnt, black wings
To hang amid the thorns
In scarlet, like velvet worn
About the clouded moon
Who wanes in solitude....
I am alone
Thirsting for the dark
That lurks beneath marbled stone
What black witchcraft
Shalt prise thee from thy dreams
And what perverse world-strategy
Will wend it's way with thee from sleep?
"Rouse my disease
And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach
Thee wisdom of darkness
From earth and red sea
Lightbearing Samael
Coalesce with me...."
Prompt: Hosannas in Extremis
Invading tempestuous skies
When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose
And Narcissus' date as their prize
Blinded by Diana's mirror
Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn
And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive
The horrors performed on Her shores
As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons
Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp
Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind
Now inspires Catharsis to dance
Through the weave of white vaults
Where the shadows revolt
At the incest of spiritual love
Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts
Spatter virginal breasts with their blood
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
(Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon
Who seems no mistress of Herself
And heavens pour forth vast casualties
Thy host given up for me
Thou which wert once and then ceased to be
Art now ensconced to chapters
Of a lengthening tragedy
Whilst we scream free
Deep forests impale the sinister mist
Their sorcery taught to the clouds
Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish
To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds
Prompt: Hosannas in Extremis
Invading tempestuous skies
When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose
And Narcissus' date as their prize
Blinded by Diana's mirror
Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn
And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive
The horrors performed on Her shores
As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons
Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp
Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind
Now inspires Catharsis to dance
Through the weave of white vaults
Where the shadows revolt
At the incest of spiritual love
Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts
Spatter virginal breasts with their blood
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
(Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon
Who seems no mistress of Herself
And heavens pour forth vast casualties
Thy host given up for me
Thou which wert once and then ceased to be
Art now ensconced to chapters
Of a lengthening tragedy
Whilst we scream free
Deep forests impale the sinister mist
Their sorcery taught to the clouds
Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish
To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds
Prompt: I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No, I..
No, I...
Forgive that they teared down my soul
Bless them that they might grow old
A dream that's forgotten may know
That it's never too late
So many times that I've seen life before me
I searched and found the way to choose to the end
I found a way, to know, why it had to be
Mired in denial and saw all the rain
Prompt: It don't really matter
You'll find out for yourself
No it don't really matter
You're gonna leave these thing to
Somebody else
If they missionaries
Real time visionaries
Sitting in a Chinese stew
To view my dis-infatu-ation
I know that I'm a classic case
Watch my disenchanted face
Blame it on the Falun Gong*
They've seen the end and you can't hold on now
Cause it would take a lot more hate than you
To stop the fascination
Even with an iron fist
Our baby got to rule the nation
But all I got is precious time
It don't really matter
You're gonna find out for yourself
No it don't really matter
So you can hear now from
Somebody else
Cause it would take a lot more time than you
I've got more masturbation
Prompt: Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long,long years
Stolen many and a man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
Prompt: I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her... again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once there was this rock n' roll band
Rollin' on the streets
Time went by and it became a joke
We just needed more and more fulfilling -
uh-huh
Time went by and it all went up in smoke
But check it out
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once you made that money it costs more now
It might cost a lot more than you'd think
I just found a million dollars
that someone forgot
It's days like this that push me o'er the brinks
Cool and stressing
(pronounced: kool ranch dres'ing)
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
Prompt: I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her... again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once there was this rock n' roll band
Rollin' on the streets
Time went by and it became a joke
We just needed more and more fulfilling -
uh-huh
Time went by and it all went up in smoke
But check it out
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once you made that money it costs more now
It might cost a lot more than you'd think
I just found a million dollars
that someone forgot
It's days like this that push me o'er the brinks
Cool and stressing
(pronounced: kool ranch dres'ing)
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
- What's not to understand? You were made here. Or
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Prompt: - What's not to understand? You were made here. Or simply, you were born here. Your purpose is to serve your master. To keep his things. To help him in all that the great suitcases - the founding fathers - created you to do. Your destiny is to honor the sackcloth commandments, to be Richelieu or the keeper of your cardinal's things. Here I am, already acting according to sackcloth traditions, and I'm still dusting here.
- So we are alike, like twin brothers? - I asked.
- There you go, the lost brother. I need a brother
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Artistic
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Prompt: - There you go, the lost brother. I need a brother like that. Look who you are? Or who I am. I am a suitcase of the first category, made to a special order for party workers. Look how my sides shine and my clasps shine - because they are double chrome plated. I heard myself, personally, how Kolyan, a factory worker, said loudly when he was installing the clasps on me: - Wow, how polished they are! Polished twice? I guess they used imported technology? You can't do without it. They don't polish like that here. They shine like Lenin's balls on the Lenin monument on May 9th. We believe this series of suitcases to the Regional Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union for members without members. And then he continued after a moment of silence:
- It's a good thing my products, can't talk, or else, long ago, would have been p**ed to Siberia for such words, the lavatories in the barracks to p***ing for two.
I kept looking in the mirror, at myself. I studied
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Prompt: I kept looking in the mirror, at myself. I studied myself, how I was built. How I looked. I looked at myself and thought, -I'm a handsome man. Maybe the unknown suitcase prince incognito, - I pondered, looking at the shiny coffee-colored handbag with a contented shiny black handle, reflected in the mirrored Daleks. - It is very possible that my grandmother had sinned with an antique valise in the carriage of a famous English earl. I see that my seams are straight, sewn with strong selected threads, the clasps shimmer in the sun like exquisite diamonds, and the lining is simply gorgeous, of unusual color - selected, I have not seen it in others. And the label inside me, which with the inscription "MPP RSFSR Moscow leather goods factory" proudly informs all the curious that I am a thing of the highest category, what? Even a foreign-made suitcase, seeing all this, would simply fall apart at the seams with envy. Where did all this come from, the question arises? Petr Petrovich is a man of great taste, he will not take the first suitcase he sees.
Suddenly, like a peal of thunder, from somewhere a
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Prompt: Suddenly, like a peal of thunder, from somewhere above came the voice of a boy standing on the balcony of the 2nd floor of the house we were passing by. For some unknown reason the boy threw down a phrase that shocked everyone: "Uncle, my mother's not home.
We stopped. The landlord stood in bewilderment. His wife snatched her arm out of her husband's grasp with a sharp movement. And stared upwards questioningly.
- I do not understand you, young man," said Petrovich looking at the boy.
Prompt: Petrovich stood there not knowing what to do. The train was leaving in 20, or rather in 23 minutes - looking at the clock thought the innocent husband. He nervously looked at the wrist of his hand, on which the watch "Lightning", presented by the mother-in-law on the wedding anniversary with the words: - Look son-in-law hurt my daughter, I'll show you where the crawdads have wintered.
Petrovich always wanted an answer to this question, but he did not want to mess with his mother-in-law. His cheeks were on fire. He did not know what to do? Either run, his wife to justify himself (for what?), or run to the station. His thoughts were confused in his head. Bread, more bread to buy. He nervously clutched my hand, shaking me. Then something happened that I did not expect. He abruptly threw me to the pavement and shouted: "Aah, what's this all about? And started kicking me.
It couldn't be the old worn out folder that was ly
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Cyberspace (v2)*
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Prompt: It couldn't be the old worn out folder that was lying next to me that was talking to me. Surprisingly I could not believe it. It had seemed to me, before, that only we - the suitcases - were endowed with these magical abilities, the ability to think and reason. I didn't. Now I distinctly heard and understood that the business folder was talking to me.
- Don't think, brother, that we're all honest helpers," she said. No, I saw a picture last week, when my master and I were at the Research Institute, one of my colleagues, a business folder like me, hid important documents in her depths. Her master went through all the compartments, shook out all the contents, shook out all the guts. But he did not find these papers. To my question - why was it all done?
Prompt: Adieu mon amour!!!"
Stepping off the train carriage, my host and I headed to GLAVK for the purpose of our trip. Dissecting the air currents like an aeroplane, I flew past the sights of the city we were in. My engine, which helped me soar with ease through the expanse of human existence, was Peter Petrovich. As I flew by, I met my brothers and sisters. I considered as brothers and sisters all those who were also keepers of people's things. I am not as arrogant and arrogant as some. I didn't want to offend anyone or consider myself superior in rank. Whoever I met on my way I gave a friendly smile. I gave everyone a friendly greeting. In a cramped tram, I met a beautiful Frenchwoman - she was a lady's theatrical handbag. I fell in love with her at first sight. Her graceful form settled so deeply in my mind that I couldn't forget it for long.
Prompt: When I shuffled my side against her beautiful and soft skin she politely said to me, "Pardon, Monsieur! I automatically answered her, for some reason: "Of course I do! And immediately I blushed.
A vibe of purse and suitcase passion filled the already cramped space of the Soviet passenger transport. The vibes were everywhere, and it seemed as though the streetcar interior was bursting like a soap bubble, swollen with the gusts of imagined passion. They drove me insane.
Prompt: Coming with the master to the GLAVK, he placed me on the window sill next to a worn business briefcase. While I was waiting for my host I decided not to waste any time and spoke to my waiting companion.
- Greetings to you. How are you doing? - I started, addressing to the briefcase, - I see that your life has taken its toll, since your appearance does not inspire confidence.
- It is not you, sir, who first told me about it, - my new acquaintance answered me, - my appearance is not good, I fully agree with you, my lord appreciates me and I am proud of it, because he built the house thanks to me.
- It is strange, you do not have hands and feet, perhaps in you carried the drawings of the house, on which it was built?
Prompt: - "Hello comrades, we are representatives of the CCCP State Security Committee," he spoke, showing his burgundy-red credentials unfolded, "now each of you is going out and explaining why you comrades are not working on a weekday day at the enterprises for the good of our motherland. Certain conclusions and decisions will be made about each of you. There will be no mercy. I'll ask everyone to rise quickly. Let's go with a song, socialist toilers.
These words made not only the knees in the audience shake, but the poor cockroach also slipped back into the crevice. How nice for the cockroach. Sniff and that's it. I wish my master and I were in the crevice, too, and good riddance to it. But we can't get through the crevice.
Petrovich nervously grabbed me and headed for the exit. Approaching this citizen in civilian clothes, insolent-looking, began babbling excuses, waving a travel voucher taken out of his pocket:
Prompt: - I am Mr. Chief on a business trip, I came to the GLAVK on Lenin Avenue, 18, which. Gave the papers, and now I decided to pass the time because the shipment will be only an hour later. You can call this number.
- During working hours you should be at the company, not hanging around the movies - he answered. After examining the documents, he unwillingly handed them back, saying: - "Get the fuck out of here. If you get caught again, I'll give you a business trip. Get out of here.
Petrovich quickly grabbed everything that was his and stormed out of the place.
The crowd of Soviet citizens laughed enthusiastica
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Prompt: The crowd of Soviet citizens laughed enthusiastically and were amazed at the interpreter's dexterity and ingenuity in mitigating the budding conflict in a rather original way.
That is how, thanks to the interpreter, the Soviet Union avoided an international conflict that could have been the cause of World War III.
- Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll
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Cyberspace (v2)*
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1161 X 903
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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.
And this situation opened the eyes of the great si
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Quantum (v2)*
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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.
My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who
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Prompt: 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.
Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriti
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Prompt: Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriting, in clearly legible letters, he wrote slogans - "Against the injection into the head of the people, which daily injects the party will help sacred helmet" and "The injection penetrates deeper into the brain than massage. After these sick ideas and thoughts, he put me on my head and marched naked around the apartment shouting: - Fuck you, now! You can't put a shot in my head.
- Nice to meet you lovely lady, and I am Nikola, I
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Photonic
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Prompt: - 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.
When the clearing was set, the master of the house
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Prompt: When the clearing was set, the master of the house showed his hospitality. He was not stingy with the generosity of his stash. He ladled out cottage cheese, milk in a jar and sour cream on the table, put a big frying-pan with sizzling fresh pig`s meat, put a plate of fried potatoes and mushrooms on it, put two kinds of fat, one with garlic and the other with adjika.
Prompt: - I almost forgot, while you are sober, I'll go to the hellhole, - he gestured to the cellar, - I'll take something salty. As long as they are sober.
But the guests did not reply with a mutual smile to his jokes.
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takes more iterations than the one before.
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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