Prompt: Hotei is one of the seven deities who bring good luck. So it should be understood that Hotei not only multiplies money, but also has broader abilities.
As for appearance, this deity is hardly an ideal of beauty: He is bald, plump, but he is constantly in high spirits. People often confuse Buddha (Gautama) with Hotei, so they mistakenly call him the "Laughing Buddha". But the main difference between Hotei and Buddha is the presence of a canvas bag. The figures of the real Buddha are made without one.
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?
Prompt: The trap
I was lured by ghouls
, I didn't figure them out right away
ordinary people are simpletons
but internally hungry like animals
I smiled at them and they
reciprocated with sincere gratitude
, promised me golden mountains ahead
, which turned out to be ashes later
like a fish, I swallowed their hook
, from which now I can not break
free and I naively fell into their trap
, which was a painful trap.
Prompt: But one could not tell from the contented look of our hospitable host that he was sad and bored. Yesterday Vaska brought moonshine, five liters, he distilled it from pea brogue, then he infused it in oak bark for a month, it turned out to be very strong, we will continue it now. I'm warning you, though you don't drink in such quantities, you won't have a problem. That bastard, Vasilek, damn him, got drunk to hell yesterday. I was in the cellar for cucumbers for a snack, I got out of the cellar, and this game blue, half-dead, sits looking at me and shouting, that Kolsha look from the cellar devil climbs out of the horny. And I said to him: - Vaska, it's me, Kolya, with pickles from the cellar, pickled for snacks, I'm coming up. You've had enough to drink.
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 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: Titan Kronos devouring his children in fear of being overthrown by one of them seems the most creepy. Goya depicted madness on the face of the already ugly monster, which further thickens the atmosphere of horror of what is happening. This work “decorated” the wall in his “House of the Deaf,” but it is unlikely that anyone else would want to pass by such a painting in their home at night.
Prompt: He lost his mind today
He left it out back on the highway
On "65"
She loved him yesterday
Yesterday's over
I said okay
That's all right
Time moves on
That's the way
We live an hope to see the next day
That's all right
Sometimes these things they are so easy
Sometimes these things they are so cold
Sometimes these things just seem to
rip you right in two
Oh no man don't let 'em get ta you
She loved him yesterday
He laid her sister
She said O.K.
An that's all right
Buried her things today
Way back out deep
Behind the driveway
And that's all right
I looked at the area below the abdomen of my human
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Prompt: I looked at the area below the abdomen of my human body. Oh my God, what I saw. Below the navel and above the knee was not the usual rectangular suitcase clasp. It was different. It was beautiful. I'd never seen anyone like it before. No other suitcase had such a clasp. It shone with a charming sheen. The rays of the sun reflected in it. It shone like a mad diamond. She attracted my gaze. I stood and gazed mesmerized at this beauty
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.
- Why am I frightening you, - looking at the frigh
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Prompt: - Why am I frightening you, - looking at the frightened Angela's face Kolya continued. Let's have dinner. We'll have a meal, you'll have a drink, I'll take a drink, I'll heat the banya, you'll wash from the road, the two of us, maybe the banya will put you in the mood for positive coitus, - smiling Kolya encouraged the frightened divorcee.
Blinded by beauty Your hair is beautiful , it rese
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Prompt: Blinded by beauty Your hair is beautiful , it resembles a splash of a wave, and your lips are so wonderful ruby loses to them, the beautiful curve of your body makes you mad to tears, your eyes are like a beautiful emerald shimmer blinding with a ray, and I'm already blind forever, my dear forever, I can't take a step because you blinded me, who needs me now ? I see no one else, and I'm whispering in your ear: - You are my guide, by fate!
Prompt: Ravaged are the heavens
Seven angels are deployed
The seals delivered
To return us to the void
And waiting on the cusp of many dusks of man
He watches as the masses seek a fake salvation
As He breeds annihilation
Now death is law
Venom dripping from the mouth of madness
Incites the rites of war
Prepare the heights of Empire for the agonising fall
The beast is rising
Enwreathed in flame
The soundtrack bleeds insanity
His theme, the screaming End Of Days
Come
Crawling King Chaos, come
Sing his name in rapture, wormwood bitter, spat in tongues
Of ancient Pandemonia for the ghosts all shall become
Returning to the churning of primordial seas
The Order Of Disorder restored through tribulation
Through this bred annihilation
The whole world is his church now
A seismic paradigm shift to chaos
Apophis
Reach dark office
Apophis
Seize the Goddess
Apophis
Reach dark office
Apophis
Seize the Goddess
Apophis
Reach dark office
Apophis
Be the prophet's propaganda
The beast is rising
A cancer at the core
Of everything accelerating
To Death's apathetic maw
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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: - But I don't want that. In order to dominate, I have to understand the man from the inside. To be in his sod. Wear his lining. People aren't so bad.
- Why? I'm giving you a higher, a mightier, all at once. Remember how your master used to punish you for nothing.
- He did it unconsciously.
Prompt: I don't have plans and schemes,
And I don't have hopes and dreams.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
And I don't have fond desires,
And I don't have happy hours.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
Happiness, and I guess,
I never will again
When you walked out on me,
In walked ol' misery,
And he's been here since then.
Yeah, we're fucked! (spoken)
I don't have love to share,
And I don't have one who cares.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
Prompt: At a company picnic, the boss asks Homer why his family behaves rudely and forgets about any respect for others? Although Homer's family does not agree with the claims, Homer believes that his household needs to contact Dr. Marvin Monroe at the Center for Family Psychology. Homer is confident that visiting a psychologist will improve family relationships. At Monroe's request, the Simpsons draw the source of their problems. The finished drawings amazed Homer so much that he tries to attack his family. And the doctor has to use “shock therapy” as an element of alternative medicine.
The Death of a Miser (painting of the reincarnatio
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Prompt: The painting depicts a narrow and high bedroom, through the open door of which Death is already looking in. The guardian angel, supporting the dying man, tries to turn his gaze to the crucifixion in the window niche, but the man is completely occupied with thoughts about those material riches with which he is now destined to part. With one hand, he mechanically reaches for a bag of gold, which is handed to him by a demon sticking out from under the canopy. Another demon with barely marked wings leaned against the barrier with a red robe thrown over it and a knight's sword leaning against it — both should indicate power and high position, which a person also loses by passing into another world. The composition of the painting serves as a kind of illustration to the popular in the XV century theological book "Ars moriendi" ("The Art of dying"), repeatedly reprinted in the Netherlands and Germany. This little "guide" describes the temptations that overcome the dying legion of demons gathering at the deathbed, and how his guardian angel gives him comfort and strength to resist them every time. In the book, the angel wins — triumphantly, he lifts the soul to Heaven, while the devil's army howls in impotent malice below. In Bosch's painting, the outcome of this battle is far from a foregone conclusion.
Prompt: Really beautiful Dada art and delicate glass string art of a tall lanky fashionista woman twirling in a flowing dress made of colorful dots and squares with hair made of delicate glass string; 3D texture brushlines; pink, black, mauve, orange, complementary colours
Prompt: zombi man in a black suit with a briefcase. worms. cemetery and crosses. 8k resolution beautiful cozy riverside solarpunk inviting Hobbit-House treehouse digital illustration matte paintingjapanese zen garden
Already a delegation from Japan has come with offe
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Prompt: Already a delegation from Japan has come with offers. Or rumor has it they will make him a KGB special agent codenamed "trunk man". And send him to America to take revenge on Americans. That will be the secret weapon.
Prompt: But one could not tell from the contented look of our hospitable host that he was sad and bored. Yesterday Vaska brought moonshine, five liters, he distilled it from pea brogue, then he infused it in oak bark for a month, it turned out to be very strong, we will continue it now. I'm warning you, though you don't drink in such quantities, you won't have a problem. That bastard, Vasilek, damn him, got drunk to hell yesterday. I was in the cellar for cucumbers for a snack, I got out of the cellar, and this game blue, half-dead, sits looking at me and shouting, that Kolsha look from the cellar devil climbs out of the horny. And I said to him: - Vaska, it's me, Kolya, with pickles from the cellar, pickled for snacks, I'm coming up. You've had enough to drink.
Prompt: A terrible event struck the canvas in 1913. For the first time in Russia, an act of vandalism has occurred. In the hall of the Tretyakov Gallery, a novice iconographer hysterically attacked Ivan the Terrible with a knife in his hands. The canvas was severely damaged. The restorers managed to heal the wounds on the canvas, but the young man's soul remained crippled. Abram Balashov, that was the young man's name, ended up in a clinic for the mentally ill.
The pressure on the audience of Tsar Ivan the Terrible did not end there. In May 2018, the painting was damaged again. The bully broke the safety glass and struck several ominous blows.
Prompt: A beautiful flower bouquet, delicately coloured in pale luminous purple and pink pastel watercolour wash. Fragile, Thin and Delicate Rice Paper, Semi-Transparent. Black matt background. Ethereal. Backpropagation algorithm optimization lighting in pale delicate purple glow
Prompt: It's not how you're thinking
Like you've been right
You've been living a trade-off
Believe your own version
Believe your enslavery and drain out your soul
What can I do when there's so many liars
That crawl through your veins
Like millions of spiders
That seek out their victims
And ruin the wiser
Watch out
Gotcha
Oh my god
I can't deny this
I've been taught just to kill and fight this
To bury it deeper where nobody can find it
Like nobody wanted to know
-I have goods for important people, I saved them f
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Prompt: -I have goods for important people, I saved them for myself, I wanted to keep them myself - the seller wailed. Well, if need be, then I can help out a good man, and I see that you are a serious man, you do not throw words to the wind. And with a sharp movement pulled out from under the counter me and my waiting companion standing nearby.
The brunet examined the objects. His eyes fixed on me. He came closer to me and stared at me intently. At that moment, I was in a state of mad admiration for the man. He took me in his hand and shook me. It was clear that he was interested in me. He liked me. He rubbed me lovingly, touching me with his palm through which he exchanged his warmth with me. These people are so warm. And that warmth was so appealing and as I felt very kindred. It was an unusual feeling. I realized it was mine, something kindred. I want to be with him. To serve faithfully. But then his gaze went to a nearby object.
Prompt: - Awww?
And in response, I heard some discernible and familiar sounds. And I clearly understood them.
- There was another one born, I heard to my right.
I understood that the objects around me could also be thinking, like me, and talking.
Suddenly I heard to my left: - What's going on, where am I? I don't remember or understand anything?
Now on my right I heard clearly again: - And there were a dozen newcomers. I've been lying here in the factory for twenty days, gathering dust, and they keep bringing in newcomers. Maybe my boss is out there looking for me and can't find the right thing. Poor thing, he's probably out shopping, looking for something he can't find, and he's going to cry. Poor thing. And they, those useless factory workers, are preparing to undermine the socialist system, Soviet subversives. You are out of control. Parasites. Bring Stalin the Father here immediately, he'd put things in order. To the store, on the shelf, urgently, first of all. Sons of bitches! - the restless person wouldn't calm down.
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
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Deep Dream
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