Prompt: The first concentration camps in Germany were established soon after Hitler's appointment as chancellor in January 1933. In the weeks after the Nazis came to power, the SA (Sturmabteilung; commonly known as the Storm Troopers), the SS (Schutzstaffel; Protection Squadrons—the elite guard of the Nazi party), the police, and local civilian authorities organized numerous detention camps to incarcerate real and perceived political opponents of Nazi policy.
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: 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!
- I said take a shot. Take a swig. Punch it. How e
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Prompt: - I said take a shot. Take a swig. Punch it. How else to explain it to you, man from the moon. - the avid gambler laughed.
- I'm not from the moon, I'm from the closet.
- Ha-ha, closet man, knock over a shot. Ha-ha.
-Take it down, take it down, the players cried out in unison.
- There was a little space between the first and t
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Prompt: - There was a little space between the first and the second, Kesha sang along like a ditty in a chant.
Then followed a second silent volley of heavy alcoholic artillery. After that there was harmony in the compartment. Harmony of the two companions. They were the only ones in the compartment who understood each other without words. They became kindred spirits to each other, like siblings who were always near each other, both by happiness and by misfortune. With a solemn march their stomachs were filled with exquisite hot drinks. The coveted cognac sealed the bonds of brotherhood with strong chains. At that moment the earth had not yet seen such brotherhood, such faithful and strong friendship. Cognac, like top-quality cement, concreted their harmony. In all the world one could not find that Ilya Muromets, who would be able to break the friendly chains bound by the green Georgian serpent.
A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of
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Prompt: A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of the viands like a medieval tower. The host, stunned, did not take his eyes off this appetizing abundance. Petrovich rubbed his painful cheeks and nervously swallowed a lump of empty stale air. The owner, of this temptation smiled as he looked at him. With ease, like a noble knight who has more than once captured the most impregnable fortresses of the entire world, he grabbed the intoxicating and imposing tower and poured the contents into a faceted glass. Pointing to Petrovich with a gesture to the trajectory of landing - on the bottom shelf, opposite himself, proudly stated: "Welcome to our hut, and shaking the air, circled both hands around everything that was on the table. Without a second Petrovich sat down and instantly took the Grail from the knight of the Order of "Holy Brotherhood" and drank the desired drink in a gulp.
Prompt: The stranger had black curls on his head. The hue of his face had a jaundiced tint to it, and he must have had problems with his liver. The representative of the most ancient race stood in silence and nervously, waiting for his finest hour, which could once and for all make him happy with his new closet. But it was obvious that this man was not all right with health, namely with mental health, as he mumbled nervously under his nose and gesticulating with his hands let everyone around him know that he was not satisfied with this long wait
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: I think i'm going back
To the things i learnt so well in my youth
I think i'm returning to
Those days when i was young enough to know the truth
Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more colouring books
No christmas bells to chime
But thinking young and growing older is no sin
And i can't play the game of life to win
I can recall a time
When i wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend
And now i think i've got
A lot more than just my toys to lend
Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And every day can be
My magic carpet ride
And i can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years
Then everyone debates
The true reality
I'd rather see the world
The way it used to be
A little bit of freedom's all we lack
So catch me if you can
I'm going back
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: Even a man who is pure in the heart
And speaks in prayer by night
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms
And the winter moon is bright"
Listen to them
The children of the night
What sweet music they make
Iniquitous
I share Carmilla's mask
A gaunt mephitic voyeur
On the black side of the glass
Peering through the mirror
Deep dark and ominous
Consorting themes, demons I weave
Subservience from thee to lost
I am Corinthian light
A snake in flowers by night
The last temptation of christ
Evil in mortal...
Disguise the guilt
Sharp-eyed, impassive whore
Burn the asafoetida
and rank petriachor
Lure me panthered Faustia
With cunt and veiled womb
To prowl thy inner sanctum walls
In Tirgoviste to resume
Control
Seduction, my obsessive art
A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars
Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart
Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed
Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms
'Midst dreams od robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath
When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined
And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind
itan Kronos devouring his children in fear of bein
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Prompt: itan 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: Special thanks to bernie taupin and elton john*
I'm a cold heartbreaker
Fit ta burn and i'll rip your heart in two
An i'll leave you lyin' on the bed
I'll be out the door before ya wake
It's nuthin' new ta you
'cause i think *we've seen that movie too
'cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine
Now holidays come and then they go
It's nothin' new today
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
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: - What can't you admire yourself? - I come up with heavy bags, and he is here beautifying. Finist-early falcon. Come on, grab the bags.
I realized that a miracle had happened, I look just like the boss. And his wife is mine now, she can't tell the difference. It worked. Great-great-grandfather was right.
I walked up to her, afraid to say a word. I had no
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Prompt: I walked up to her, afraid to say a word. I had not yet tried to speak. What if my voice would give me away. I took the bags and carried them into the kitchen.
- Why are you quiet? - My wife went on, - are you going somewhere to wash, or were you standing by the mirror selling your pretty face? Getting pretty. А? Where am I asking? Why are you so quiet?
Prompt: two zombies with two witches and two pig-like facial features are walking on the front seats of a car with the inscription on the side of the car "Chelyabinsk 2023" is driving with the headlights on along a mountain serpentine
Prompt: It was a winning endgame. Petr Petrovich put me near this object, which his spouse called a mirror. But lingered for a while, deciding to evaluate his acquisition.
Looking at Petr Petrovich, I directed my gaze along the trajectory of his gaze and stunned. I was frightened and exclaimed: - Holy trunks fathers!!! - when I saw a second host across the street. One just like him. His twin brother? Turns out people are the same, too, just like us. They must be stamped somewhere in human manufacturing plants, too? (I haven't yet encountered such phenomena in the human world as a mirror.)
His twin brother also had a suitcase. Peter Petrovich was looking, but he wasn't looking at himself or at me, but at another suitcase. Was he comparing me with it? Again the competition. Why? - I thought, - another rival, this is probably the way my whole life will pass in meaningless and exhausting rounds.
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
The boy again pelted the gawkers with a cold outbu
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Prompt: The boy again pelted the gawkers with a cold outburst of incomprehensible for them list of words: - Uncle do not come to us anymore, my mother is not at home.
- I'm not going to come in - said astonished Petrusha in a dazed voice, but the answer was empty to the blank walls and the empty balcony. The boy was gone. He was no longer on the non-criminal ledge of the house wall.
- Petr Petrovich I ask you to explain yourself - Svetlana exclaimed menacingly, shifting her gaze from the balcony to the surprised face of her husband. Her voice was no longer the voice of a tender and fondly beloved chicken, and it was a phrase released furious and rabid fighter hen. The sounds she let out were not good, but a storm of rage and anger, reminiscent of a furious clucking, capable of destroying all life in its path.
Prompt: - Take off the last one," said the chicken playfully.
I obeyed my commander. I took off my family panties. After which Svetlana shouted in fright: - What is it? What?
Prompt: two zombies with two witches and two pig-like facial features are walking on the front seats of a car with the inscription on the side of the car "Chelyabinsk 2023" is driving with the headlights on along a mountain serpentine
Prompt: 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
- This cognac is excellent. You smell it, landlord
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Prompt: - This cognac is excellent. You smell it, landlord. - The generous fellow traveler interrupted his lustful state: - This is not the drunken Armenians who poured it in the cellars - continued the mysterious and hospitable stranger, - I am Innokenty, and what is your patronymic?
- Petrovich, Petr Petrovich, Petr. - Not yet recovered from the euphoric state automatically stuttering on the "p" said the gourmet.
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.
- I was just looking at it once, because I haven't
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Prompt: - I was just looking at it once, because I haven't looked there yet today. - I began to justify myself, remembering Petrovich's way of talking.
- I bought some eggs there, put them in the fridge, - shouted the command to the commander in the skirt.
- Eggs? What are eggs?
To a colleague present for the unjustified executi
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Prompt: To a colleague present for the unjustified execution, I turned:
- I was my friend in the same situation as you. My master unjustifiably did the same to me. He humiliated me for no reason and caused me humiliating pain. And if we all together, things that serve people, our gods in quotes, faithfully, unite and take revenge as best we can. That's when they'll think about whether it's worth doing to us this way!
But I was stopped by a phrase coming from somewhere above:
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.
