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
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.
-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: - 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: 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: 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
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
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: The leather suitcase continued:
- I once met God, yes I saw Louis Vuitton, when he passed by the products of the factory where I was betrayed material forms, Louis said, looking at me: -This product of the new collection is created to keep treasures in it! This is the true purpose of my children created by me, my creations. And so I assure you, colleagues, we are designed to keep the wealth of man, that is the great intention of the creator!
- Have you seen the true God? - I asked him.
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.
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.
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
- Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I hav
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Prompt: - Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I have to get my master to do. Praise the high suitcase. I should strive for it. It is the honor of a true suitcase to give goodness and joy.
But then a shabby bag, which was watching our discussion, entered the dialogue:
- You're insane. You fools. - The worn out bag interjected. - You are far from us, bags. We were created much earlier than you. Our purpose is far above your earthly actions and aspirations. We, far above you in hierarchy, in rank. We came before you long before you came to earth. The first bag in history appeared thanks to the nymphs; they wove it out of the hair of the gods.
Prompt: An unforgettable meeting of a polar explorer with a polar bear (the real story) (from the cycle "Loneliness") 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!
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: Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knpck-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
You just better start sniffin' your own
rank subjugation jack 'cause it's just you
against your tattered libido, the bank and
the mortician, forever man and it wouldn't
be luck if you could get out of life alive
Prompt: Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
Ain't it fun when you get so high
Well...that you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
It's such fun X10
Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one
Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tongue
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun
Well, so you come up to me and spit right in my face
I didn't even feel it
It was such a disgrace
I punched my fist right through the glass
I didn't even feel it
It happened so fast
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!
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 return home was welcome. My host and I had had
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Prompt: The return home was welcome. My host and I had had enough of wandering around a strange city. After picking up everything we needed, which was the purpose of our work trip, we returned home again on the train.
The monotonous rocking to the pounding of the train wheels made me sleepy and bored. In the compartment of the coach there were two other people: an elderly, thin, short woman and an Asian man. Something strange was going on this time in our wagon shelter, nobody was friendly and didn't make any contact. So everyone was busy thinking their own thoughts. But I wanted to socialize, so I decided to cheer myself up by communicating with my shaking companions. And that was an old shabby woman's bag and a suitcase just like me only, milky colored, that were lying on the opposite top luggage shelves.
Prompt: Preface
This amazing story actually happened to me. What is described in it was the events of my past life, lived in the form of "Jomodan", before finding myself in this human guise, my dear reader. The higher powers, which set the rules for us all and guide us along the path of life, have initiated me into this mystery in order for me to tell you about all that has happened. This is the reality that awaits everyone after death, depending on how you live the life entrusted to you in the form provided by the masters of this world. Often things can tell you a lot about their owners. A thing is like an inseparable part of a person or an inseparable whole. Things know everything about their owners and keep all their secrets. They live in their own dimension, only understood by themselves. They are just as alive as we humans, endowed with the ability to think and the ability to communicate with each other. Higher powers, depending on performed deeds in a multifaceted spiral of life processes, can imprison your soul like a genie in an inanimate object in the next turn of the fateful cycle. Your opinion is very important to me. Don't judge me harshly, but just
So, how do you fancy joining in the search for int
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Prompt: So, how do you fancy joining in the search for intelligent life yourself? Well, the ‘SETI@home’ project allows you to do exactly that. After downloading a clever screensaver, your computer will analyse unknown or unusual signals from radio telescopes whenever you are not using it. Millions of people in over 200 countries have already taken part. So far, however, ET is not ‘phoning home’!
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.
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: 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: draw conclusions. Visions still visit me, and now I offer only part of my story. If you don't like it, then there is no point in telling you about all my nine reincarnations that my soul has experienced and completing Jomodan's story. The eighth reincarnation is completed by my fantasy of spiced comic situations and humor, just to arouse your interest and not to bore you while reading, deeply immersing you in the abyss of my adventures. Each life, lived by my soul, in its own way, is unique and wonderful, and that's why I appreciate life, no matter what joys or problems it brings me. Life is a wonderful and beautiful phenomenon, like a book of adventures to be read from cover to cover. I deeply hope that the fruit of my work and the experience I have gained from living it will help you look at this world differently, and fundamentally change your view of the world.
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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