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
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.
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?
- 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.
- No. Not once. There was one time, though. We wer
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Prompt: - No. Not once. There was one time, though. We were walking home from work in the evening, and I was loaded with bricks. A hooligan came out to meet us and threatened me with a knife and demanded all the contents in me and everything he had in his pockets. My master was not confused and told him politely: "Brother, why so! You can ask nicely. The villain stopped his attack after these words. The master continued: - A bottle of excellent bourbon, is in my briefcase, do you need it? And he pulled me open and lowered me to the ground. The bandit leaned over with interest to see what kind of bubble I had in me, and maybe something else? And the master smacked him in the face with a sharp downward and upward motion, so he stretched out on the asphalt like a sourdough. The cheeky bastard was lying on the ground, catching the blow and muttering to himself: "What a jerk, why did I look at what bubble was in the suitcase? I quit drinking a long time ago! Our inquisitive raider didn't get up for a long time, at least not before we disappeared around the corner. There you go. I'm useful in everything. I can help you steal and punch you in the face. That's why I'm the owner's favorite thing!
Prompt: No one person invented cinema. However, in 1891 the Edison Company successfully demonstrated a prototype of the Kinetoscope, which enabled one person at a time to view moving pictures.
The first public Kinetoscope demonstration took place in 1893. By 1894 the Kinetoscope was a commercial success, with public parlours established around the world.
The first to present projected moving pictures to a paying audience were the Lumière brothers in December 1895 in Paris, France. They used a device of their own making, the Cinématographe, which was a camera, a projector and a film printer all in one.
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: 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
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: 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: As a result of a reactor accident at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, Homer loses his job and unsuccessfully looks for a new one. He rethinks his views on life and after some thought, the father of three children saw himself as a fighter for public safety and even organized a rally, outlining his position on speed limits on the roads and the fight against his former boss. But the appearance of the envious Burns and his promises made Homer forget about social activities, and he again took up his previous job, leaving his followers to fight for justice alone.
- 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: 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: Listen motherfuckers to this song that should be heard
Thrown down in the gutter, it's more than you deserve
Kneeling fucking virgin, you know that's what you are
Pussy for a maggot, isn't that a shock
What can I do? With a bitch like you
You know that it's true
All I have I ask of you
I'll be dammed
If it's not true
A bitch like you
Get your head down in the sky
Fucking little schemer got yourself a broken heart
Syphilitic preachers baby I know who you are
Parasitic demons sucking acid through your heart
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: 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: Homer steps on a skateboard and falls down the stairs. As punishment, Marge sends Bart to clean the room where his son discovers a bomb. The discovery led to an unfortunate incident at the school. And Bart is sent on exchange for all three months to France. And a student from Albania moves into the Simpsons' house. In his new place, Bart not only works from morning to night, speaks French, but also tastes wine! A couple of months later, Bart escapes and tells the law enforcement officer about the violation of his rights. Meanwhile, Adil deceives Homer, ends up at the nuclear power plant and turns out to be a spy. And Bart becomes a national hero!
After getting our manners in order, we walked towa
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Prompt: After getting our manners in order, we walked toward the houses. After walking along the asphalt path which meandered between the numerous bushes of dog roses and barberry we came to a big building where the sign was "Orlyonok Cinema".
Approaching the poster, Petrovich studied it for a long time and kept glancing at his watch. Then with a brisk movement he rushed inside. Having bought a ticket we entered the impressive size of the hall. On the wall was a huge white rectangular screen, and against it were arranged, like military equipment on parade, straight rows of chairs. Petrovich took the outermost chair. After a short period of time the movie began. I saw nothing of what was happening on the screen as he put me on the floor.
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.
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.
Just as the soul moves from childhood to adolescen
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Prompt: Just as the soul moves from childhood to adolescence and from adolescence to old age, so at the moment of death it passes into another body. - Bhagavad-gita, 2.13.
Prompt: Kickin' back in the shadows
Got no need for the light
Who's sorry now old timer
Look at how you've spent your life
Scroungin' for change
to put some money in your pocket
My how scratch does burn
Laughin' at the suckers as you pissed it away
But I got the time and I got the muscle
I got the need to lay it all on the line
I ain't afraid of your smoke screen hustle
It's a perfect crime
Goddamn it it's a perfect crime
Motherfucker it's a perfect crime
I said it's perfect
Keep the demons down
and drag the skeletons out
I got a blind man followin' me in chains
I said he's fun to watch
when the world has stopped
An I think he's got somethin' to say
"You wanna fuck with me, don't fuck with me
'Cause I'm what you'll be so don't fuck with me
If you had better sense
You'd just step aside from the bad side of me
Don't fuck wit'da bad side o' me
- 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.
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.
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.
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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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