Prompt: I was running for the first time and was attacked by a small mongrel. Fell fought back and ran on. I run further again, two mutts attacked, fell on the asphalt and hit again. Aching, he ran on and moved carefully on the not-so-ideal ice.
Prompt: The morning is fresh and brings down the branches, puffing them up. Mother and father went to the barracks to the soldier along a straight road with a beige house. White anther flowers bloom under the balconies of houses. Grandmothers sell country estates. It's time. Productivity.
Prompt: Well in the steppe, grass from paving stones grows. Dogs sit on the grass and eat curd tartlets. The black-haired maiden, tried to cross the road without looking around, almost crashed. People stand at Lakomka and vigorously discuss. Smells like August already.
Prompt: Well, the obstacles don’t interfere, they encourage you. While some are on the move. Others are warming themselves. On the pipes. A soft spot, of course. Some get excited like crazy. Others won't be able to do this. The tramp of people can be heard on the concrete steps. Snow is falling against the backdrop of light from the roof
Prompt: The dogs ran parallel to me along the road behind the house. They have a wedding, I have a run. Smoke was streaming from the stoves, the bus was hacking and riding off the route. Women scatter snow, men rest, one collects bottles. A wooden slide has been created, now the police, wearing flashing lights on their heads, can safely ride from them, under the barking of a dog in the morning park.
Prompt: The sun is hidden behind the fog and nothing is visible. Drops of dew fall from the trees. The leaves fall off and rustle pleasantly underfoot. The janitor sweeps them up, the new sneakers handle the trails well. Spike 4 mm. This is good. I flew somewhere into the park under the leaves and jumped out through the fog to a floating traffic jam.
Prompt: The cheerful sun and powerful steam from the reeds rise above the vault of heaven. Silence even wild animals, except small tigers, sleep. Morning is such a morning. Well, the freshness of everything around gives you luck for the future
Prompt: Decided to fly today and do spectacular special effects like Spielberg. Slipped on the ice and a meter from the car flew under its wheels. He got covered in snow and ran on. A man with a polished board from the closet went to the nearest pile of snowboarding, next to the house of love.
Prompt: The puddles all turned into candy, tasting of earth. Bald trees The burgundy dawn met the bald trees along the way. It’s cold without gloves, you want to drink something hot and sit in a chair. There was a chair, but alas. The GPS froze and the satellites became icy.
Prompt: You hold yourself carefully so as not to fall, and then you run, listening to Pyala’s song at full volume on your phone speakers. And the sunrise today is gorgeous; in one direction it’s night, in the other there’s a blue sky, in the third there’s a yellow tint, and only the real sun comes out of the nine-story building with a scarlet sunrise. Wonderful feeling.
Prompt: The breeze was doing its job. I slowed down my movements, but when he is behind me, I rush like a sailboat to crash on the sheer icy cliffs of ice. There is dirt on the roads, snow on the alleys. 2024 is written in large numbers on the square.
Prompt: Couldn't sync weird. OK. I flew in the cool, while on a high and ended up in calm places where life is seething with a storm of events. Everything is moving, everything is in a hurry to live
Prompt: Wind and snow fell on my head. Birches and orange chimneys fell underfoot. The wind at my back steered my ship towards the reefs, but it flew over the reefs like obstacles on a skateboard. For unknown reasons, the GPS did not catch, the satellite was used as a cauldron and Uyghur pilaf was cooked in Laguna.
Prompt: Passing through the bus, I ended up in the yard where the peasant was congratulated on his anniversary. They hugged like men and shook hands in return. The woodpecker is the best friend of Tatiana Krasnova today rattled through the trees and crunched worms. The branches before my eyes only flicker under the roof of the sky.
Prompt: We remember what a ringing bell is. Let's not forget this, of course. Even birds do not fly in such cold weather and warm themselves in attics. The snowdrifts were cleared. Factory workers go home and catch buses. Carts parked on the street
Prompt: Sparrows, together with doves, are waiting for a new version of spring and perform it on all the trees along the way. The soldier and his friends were surprised at the morning run. The car drove along the side of the pedestrians for some reason. And the dog wanted to bite my leg off. I don't like running dogs.
Prompt: Everything is great to see along the way. An eared spaniel sniffs out tracks and roams the field. A large huge ditch was dug in the direction of Kuryanovka. Leaves cover fear and chimneys and dusty places that only cats will know about. One driver does not feel sorry for his hodovka and he drove off-road.
Prompt: We ran with Satan. He had just brought his ghost spirits, and it was fun flying with them in this fog. Some girl walking along the path said good morning to me, so I drew a snake on the path and went out through the forest, straight to the truck unloading the parcel.
Prompt: Along the roadsides, a blue tractor drove towards me and dispersed people along the way. In order not to drive through the fields with a blue tractor, I ran around it and, moving along the rays of the sun, ended up in the park. Where, after gaining loads, I flew along the melted bicycle-running-walking-pesohozyaevoy path.
Prompt: Merchants fly on the roads rushing forward, along their own paths. Rushing and grandfather traveler across the steppe carrying some kind of bag. A strange sound, similar to an alarm system, peeped in the distance, the door of the workers in the workshop creaked. The crazy bus flew at a speed without passengers. Carried firewood however. The roads are quiet on the treadmill, only little green men from Zhasyl El roam
Prompt: Humid as on the moon Titan and windy as on Jupiter, as if he had touched an orange spot. Asphalt is a rapidly progressing bald spot, like on the bald head of a bald man from Brothers. The men are sitting on the bench, smoking and looking at the living quarters. The small dog wanted to attack the leg and deprive him of running.
Prompt: The streets are in smoke, Allah sits with a cigarette and blows a hookah. Clouds from his pipe cover everything around. From the smoke of the hookah of Allah, even the Christian tree was dissolved. The empty 117 bus always travels during rush hour.
Prompt: I put on thick green rubber work gloves and ran through the cold five-story blocks. In the distance I heard those dogs that almost crucified me. There is asphalt everywhere, you can move it however you want. Green and orange blink constantly
Prompt: A man in a beaver hat and a clutch was walking along the road past the trees covered in frost. It's hard to breathe, the metallic smell is all around and the frost is lumpy. Everything around is slowing down. Park workers are still clearing the snow and archaeologists are digging up new benches.
Prompt: Everything started dynamically. A cross was painted on the asphalt. Zhigulevskoe beer, someone spilled it on the asphalt. Afterwards I fought for my life. I was attacked by 9 dogs. The leader decided to devour me, but I turned out to be a little stronger. If I had been weaker by 2 seconds, the drivers in the cars would have seen how they were finishing me off. When I got away from the dogs, Tatiana Krasnova rushed by, and then I went to the neighborhoods. There is a huge queue for tire fitting. This is the first time I've seen something like this there. Afterwards I said hello to the girl in the park and, through the kind dogs, returned to the house. It's such a Christmas time, guys.
Prompt: The garbage can is on fire, the acrid smoke of passed slops is carried along the street. The garbage truck arrived and stuffed the fiery container straight into its insides. Om-Nom-nom. Green was on ahead. And the pawnshop worked with an alarm, I had to run faster away from him. A slide is being assembled from the destroyed ruins. It's winter.
Prompt: Dirt flies from under the wheels of cars getting on the side of the asphalt. The last puddles are living out their happy days. The bricks were dismantled and revealed above them a desert of unstable land. Birds fly and bathe in puddles. Glowing in the rays of the sun.
Prompt: The bright bustle of dawn illuminated the sky with paper light. A brown tiger wanders near a closed cafe. Traders of the east are dragging trunks into their windows, displaying their property at the market, and the apples are ready for sale.
Prompt: On the wrinkles of the asphalt, snow fell into all the holes in the manhole. Asphalt is visible right along the contour. At least circle it with a pencil. The sun rises in the sky and shimmers on temporary snow. Factory workers go forward with packages. And the spirit of freshness is felt in a quiet morning.
Prompt: Warm, nice, good. The desert heat is coming. I drive past the garages, a bunch of firewood from the closet was left by unknown people. The closet is dead. I flew past the cameras, on the outskirts of the steppes. I went down to the South and found Baghlan Kurmangozhin, he was smart and wearing glasses, and then I went to the park, where the cyclist scolded me that I was going along his path. Well, what to do if everyone moves along it. Stickers are not pasted where to move. Soon, after flying through the park, I found myself at a glass of water.
Prompt: There was a strange glitch with the watch. The dogs all head over heels began to fight for one single bone. Give stood wow what a strong. Cats stomp in the snow. The lights are on upstairs. There are pillars of lights and romantic illumination on the ice rink.
Prompt: Nice warm rain. Refreshes the lungs and grass. Cans ecohunters collected a full bag. The gaps from the rains are visible in different places. Running, then I fall under the clouds of rain, then no. The grass is earing, it is pleasant to breathe.
I neuro-painter who paint picture use not colour only word and only runing. I just run on the street and paint picture my words. Before I paint in application "ru-Dalle". Subscribe men and woman
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