The contents of the beautiful burning river washed
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Prompt: The contents of the beautiful burning river washed over the arid floodplains of his esophagus. Apparently, in this way, the higher powers were trying to apologize to him for the cruel joke of fate that had caused him discomfort and suffering before. The pain on his cheeks subsided and was forgotten. Anxiety and worry faded from the mind of the newly ordained knight. He felt good. Nothing troubled him, and he was ready for new feats. He could easily empty again and again the contents of the coveted fortress filled with life-giving moisture. Next, the master gently and carefully took a piece of salts and with great lust put it in his mouth while he launched a green onion into his bowels. He enjoyed the process. He was in an insane stage of bliss.
- 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.
- 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.
Prompt: In between important activities there was talk of work, of wives. And Innokenty was not stingy in expressing his dissatisfaction with family life in front of his wife. Petrovich listened and rubbed his cheeks, at that moment they began to remind him of themselves again with aching pains.
How kind and patient these Asian women are. Russian woman would have immediately slapped her mate for immodest mentioning of her address - I thought - and the chicken Petrovich would have made indelible mark on the face of the owner.
Then came fraternization, kissing, friendly hugs, kisses, the fashion for which was introduced by Leonid Brezhnev, and they were very popular at that time between the male representatives. (In the future, these touching lips, indignant severe men from Siberia, the passengers of the train Vladivostok-Vorkuta dubbed not other than - cock-fighting, or accompanied by squeamish cries: "Here's your faggot all developed, and multiplies with the speed of the train. In Soviet times, no one would have thought that the Secretary General was gay, it was the norm of male relations).
And after these great ceremonies, the two newly bo
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Prompt: And after these great ceremonies, the two newly bonded by the ties of the green serpent buddy, farting soundly slept on the lower shelves.
The bottle of cognac no longer stood as imposingly as it had before, orphaned on the emptied newspaper beside the lumps of half-eaten herring, lard, and potatoes.
The Asian woman patiently and carefully covered her husband with a sheet. She sat her son on the top shelf. And so that he was not bored she gave him the book "Encyclopedia of Animals". The boy was leafing through this book with curiosity. He was below me and I could clearly see the colorful illustrations of animals depicted in it. He was leisurely reading aloud the names of the animals that were printed next to the pictures, syllable by syllable:
- A-ist, shark-la, ar-a, be-ge-mot or hy-p-po-po-tam!
At the word hippo, he stopped and began to examine
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Prompt: At the word hippo, he stopped and began to examine in detail the image of this mountain animal peacefully munching grass on the bank of a body of water. On the picture beside this unusual animal for comparison of its size was a picture of a man holding a suitcase in his hand. I was very interested in this image because it was a picture of my fellow. Thanks to the artist who attempted to portray the man holding my brother, I was able to judge the size of this giant. I began to look at it and draw conclusions for myself. From the page of this marvelous publication I was looking at an animal with a massive barrel-shaped torso on short, thick legs. Its legs were so short that its belly touched the ground.
The boy began to read aloud in syllables: -The hip
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Prompt: The boy began to read aloud in syllables: -The hippopotamus's legs are so short that its belly almost touches the ground when it walks. The enormous head, blunted in front, is rectangular in profile and weighs a quarter of the beast's total weight (up to 900 kg). The nostrils, eyes, and ears are somewhat elevated and aligned so that the hippo can breathe, look, and hear while remaining almost completely underwater and exposing only the very top of the head. The neck is very short and hardly expressed. The eyes are small, surrounded by fleshy eyelids. Nostrils very wide, pointing upward, able to close tightly due to fleshy edges and well-developed special musculature. The ears are also very small and mobile. A hippopotamus in the water is constantly waving them to ward off insects or too intrusive birds that land on its head. Hippos are traditionally classified as herbivores. The hippopotamus's food is aquatic or terrestrial grasses. Interestingly, hippos never eat aquatic vegetation. They like to eat the fruit of the Kigelia or sausage tree, which looks like sausages, up to 60 cm long, hanging from the branches.
His neighbor, a poor shoemaker, was very fond of s
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Prompt: His neighbor, a poor shoemaker, was very fond of smoked eels. But, unfortunately, he never had any extra coin to pamper himself. It has long been known, however, that poverty is inventive. And our cobbler, too, found a way to stifle his love of smoked eels.
At noon, when it was dinner time, he would go to the fisherman's house and, taking a rice cake out of his pocket, would sit close to the hearth over which the eels were being smoked. Sitting by the hearth, the poor cobbler would have some kind of conversation with the fisherman, and all the time he was greedily inhaling the smell of smoked fish.
Prompt: - And so the tale is called "Two Neighbors." Close your eyes, listen and imagine. Many years ago in the city of Kyoto, there lived two people,-two neighbors. One was a poor shoemaker, the other a rich fish-shop owner. From morning till late in the evening, the shopkeeper used to shred and fry fish. He stretched it out on bamboo horns, hung it over roasters, smoked it, dried it, fried it. Eels were especially delicious he cooked. He dipped them in a fragrant sauce, fried them in oil on a hot pan, soaked them in vinegar. In a word, the man knew his business! One thing was bad about the fishmonger: he was very stingy and did not lend his goods to anyone.
Okay, I'll tell you a fairy tale that I was told a
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Prompt: Okay, I'll tell you a fairy tale that I was told as a child by my grandmother, who lived in our homeland.
I enjoyed the calm that overwhelmed our compartment after the wild hurricane of drunkenness, and with great pleasure began to listen attentively to the woman's story. The intoxicating sounds of the woman's voice immersed me in an unknown journey of the land of fairy tales of men.
The hippo was 100 or even 1000 times bigger than m
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Prompt: The hippo was 100 or even 1000 times bigger than me. If I were that big, Petrovich would hardly be able to lift me, and his chickenshit wife would have kicked me out the door on the first day of my acquaintance. I wonder what hippos wear clothes in? What kind of suitcases do they have? Probably enormous in size? Judging by his size, his underpants or tails wouldn't fit me. I'd love to meet a hippopotamus suitcase! The picture didn't show any of his household effects, and that's a pity.
Well, his mother climbed on the boy's shelf and said to her son:
- "Well, everybody seems to have calmed down. Daddy's asleep. Come on, you go to sleep too.
- Mom, I do not want to sleep, tell me a story - begging the boy, putting aside an interesting guide to the world of animals.
What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would s
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Prompt: What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would snack on the smell with his rice flatbread, and it seemed to him that he was holding a fat and tender eel in his mouth.
And so he did every day. But the stingy fisherman noticed the cobbler's cunning and decided to get money from him at all costs.
One morning, when the cobbler was mending someone's heta, the fisherman came into his hut and silently handed him a piece of paper. On this piece of paper was written down how many times the cobbler had come to the shop and smelled the smoked eels.
Prompt: - What does the gentleman give me this paper for? - the cobbler asked.
- What for? - The shopkeeper exclaimed. - Don't you think that every man can come to me and smell smoked eels for nothing? It's a pleasure worth paying for!
Without saying anything, the cobbler took two copper coins out of his handkerchief, put them in a cup, covered it with his palm, and began to shake the cup so that the coins rang loudly.
After a few minutes he put the cup on the table, touched the flap of paper that the fisherman had brought with him with his fan, and said:
- Well, now we're even...
- How are we even? What are you saying? You refuse to pay!?
- I already paid you!
- How did you pay? When? - I paid for the smell of
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Prompt: - How did you pay? When?
- I paid for the smell of eels with the sound of my coins. What more do you want?
However, if you think my nose got more than your ears, I can shake this cup for another minute.
Having said that, he reached for the cup. But the miserly fisherman had already realized that the cobbler had left him a fool. And without waiting for another ringing, he hurried back to his shop.
I didn't even know when the beginning and where the end was. I was in a reverie of dreams, I was in another universe and dimension. I was standing on the ground outside the shoemaker's dwelling. I could smell the eels, I could hear the clinking of coins that jingled merrily in the mug shaking the hands of the contented cobbler. I saw the amazement in the eyes of the merchant. I enjoyed the beauty of nature. I contemplated a blue sky of unseen beauty. The sun shone differently in my reverie, differently than I had seen it before, here in this part of the land. I watched the mesmerizing stream of river waves.
Amazing these people, I thought. So capable of out
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Prompt: Amazing these people, I thought. So capable of outsmarting or outsmarting each other. We suitcases are very honest creatures.
Well, when I returned back to the compartment, from the land of fairy tales, neither the woman, nor the child and their husband and father were in the compartment. My master was sitting on the bottom shelf, holding his head with both hands. Two men were fussing in the aisle next to him.
But I came to myself not from the bustle, but from the fact that someone had cut into my reasoning. I thought I was imagining things. No, the voice sounded clearly:
- You silly fellow suitcase.
- Who is this?
- This is our paradise. A keeper's paradise. Where
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Prompt: - This is our paradise. A keeper's paradise. Where all the bags, purses, folders, briefcases, suitcases, bags, etc. go. It's a place of peace. Where you won't get crumpled or disfigured," mumbled the folder with a smile.
- How nice. And I imagined that if I got into this great and eternal locker. I would be flaunting myself on the very top shelf, being rubbed once, no, twice a day with this wonderful auxiliary. I will shine, no man's tan will compare to the shade of my material.
- This is my revenge on him, and I will continue m
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Prompt: - This is my revenge on him, and I will continue my revenge by hiding his important documents in my depths, in secret places, behind the lining, in a particularly hidden compartment known only to me. So that's it," the folder finished its story and looked at me with importance, "And you will be broken and torn and thrown away one day. That's our fate, the fate of things. But don't worry, we'll all end up in the great and eternal luggage room, where we'll be dusted and rubbed with premium oil, which is only sold through a bribe from the basement in the Moscow haberdashery - she continued.
- What is a luggage room?
Prompt: The offended file mumbled: - this brute broke all my sides the other day, trying to shove a bottle of Zubrovka in me. It wouldn't fit, but he was afraid the bosses would see it, so he shoved the bottle barely inside me with force and snapped my sides, thereby breaking all the side stiffening ribs. I screamed in pain, begging for mercy, but he was unbegiving. When my drinking companion asked me: "Grishan, you shouldn't have done that, you've disfigured such a thing. You spoiled it for nothing. You can hardly find such thing nowadays. And he waved his shaking hand and said: - I'll buy it again.
It couldn't be the old worn out folder that was ly
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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?
- I've been waiting for this for a long time - con
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Prompt: - I've been waiting for this for a long time - continued the folder, I remember one time my master took out all the anger on his boss on me. He used to beat the walls and desks and kick me, expressing all the anger he harbored against his superiors and kept hidden from him in the back of his mind. In fits of his rage, I begged for mercy. But he was, not begrudgingly. All the pain instead of the chief, I silently and obediently took on myself. Better his boss took it all himself from the physical side, because my master then wrote a denunciation of him to the party and duck-too chief was gone. How do these people not understand that the mistake of all bosses is that they want to make their subordinates afraid, but this feeling of fear metamorphoses into a feeling of hatred, which is capable of generating a feeling of hatred and anger capable of stabbing their offender in the back. People are not our gods I have already decided for myself.
How familiar that is to me. After these words, I remembered the execution that Petrovich undeservedly arranged for me. I again mentally experienced pain and humiliation. For a while I hated him and wanted revenge.
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:
Prompt: - Our God Louis Vuitton* (The suitcase as we know it appeared as early as the middle of the 19th century. The credit for its invention belongs to the French craftsman Louis Vuitton, who made the sides of his products solid and flat, making them easy to transport by simply laying one on top of the other. Thanks to this innovation, the clothes in the suitcase did not crumple or lose their appearance, and fragile items were reliably protected). And I'm the only one who bowed to him. And he invented paradise for us.
I looked closely and saw a leather suitcase, of foreign manufacture, towering proudly on the very top luggage shelf.
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.
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’!
Prompt: Have you ever read a story about someone who says they have been abducted by aliens? Or perhaps they claim to have seen a UFO? Most people don’t take these tales seriously, but let’s face it… most of us have at some point found ourselves gazing up into the starry night sky, wondering if we are alone in the universe or not. But for some people, wondering is just not enough. They point out that there are more stars in the cosmos than grains of sand on all the beaches of the world. They are convinced that ET (extra-terrestrial) and his friends are indeed out there and if so, they are determined to establish contact!
Prompt: Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man’s Chest
The film is directed by Gore Verbinski.
The film is starred by Johnny Depp, Keira Knightly and Orlando Bloom.
Dead Man’s Chest is an adventure movie with lots of action. It is also fantasy because it includes magical and impossible things that no real human being can do. It is a sequel to The Curse of the Black Pearl.
Jack Sparrow, the captain of the Black Pearl, is back with new adventures. This time he, Will, Elizabeth and a Commodore are looking for the chest that belongs to the terrible Captain Davy Jones. But Davy Jones has other plans for Jack Sparrow.
The film has fantastic special effects. The acting is convincing but the plot is a bit confusing. What is more the movie is a bit too long.
I recommend this film to those who love fantasy and adventures.
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.
He was dressed in a red and black velvet robe, bel
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Prompt: He was dressed in a red and black velvet robe, belted with a black twisted rope. On top of the alba was a cassoula – cape, black with an embroidered pentagram on the right side of the font. On top of the casula on the shoulders of the monk there was a pallium - a white ribbon with the image of signs resembling Scandinavian runes. It was pinned to the casula with six gold pins having the ends of the heads in the form of a goat's muzzle with long curling horns. The seven-meter kazula dragged behind the reverend on the floor. Two dwarfs, whose faces were visible because of the abundant facial hair, obediently stood behind an important person holding the ends of a long mantle. Fils's face was calm, without emotion. He was an elderly man, whose yellow deep wrinkles made it clear that he had lived in this world for a long time. His eyes were completely black without whites. In her hand, this person held a scepter entwined with a snake, with an open mouth on top, as if she wanted to bite her reverend master. Fils was followed through the doorway by a group of people with musical instruments, whose faces were hidden by red faceless masks. They lined up, taking their places near the head
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Prompt: He was dressed in a red and black velvet robe, belted with a black twisted rope. On top of the alba was a cassoula – cape, black with an embroidered pentagram on the right side of the font. On top of the casula on the shoulders of the monk there was a pallium - a white ribbon with the image of signs resembling Scandinavian runes. It was pinned to the casula with six gold pins having the ends of the heads in the form of a goat's muzzle with long curling horns. The seven-meter kazula dragged behind the reverend on the floor. Two dwarfs, whose faces were visible because of the abundant facial hair, obediently stood behind an important person holding the ends of a long mantle. Fils's face was calm, without emotion. He was an elderly man, whose yellow deep wrinkles made it clear that he had lived in this world for a long time. His eyes were completely black without whites. In her hand, this person held a scepter entwined with a snake, with an open mouth on top, as if she wanted to bite her reverend master. Fils was followed through the doorway by a group of people with musical instruments, whose faces were hidden by red faceless masks. They lined up, taking their places near the head
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
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: - 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
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.
