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Prompt: ENERGIES ARE MAINLY SMALL ACTIONS THAT YOUR PRIMITIVE BRAIN DETECTS AND TRIES TO INFLUE YOUR REASON; But listen to it, that brain takes care of you more than you think.
Prompt: Certainly! How about the idea of a luxurious hot chocolate? An image of a cup filled with rich hot chocolate, topped with a thick layer of fresh cream, and adorned with thin slices of cocoa chocolate. There might be a touch of cinnamon or a light dusting of cocoa for an extra flavor boost. What do you think of this idea for a hot chocolate cup?
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Certainly! How about the idea of a luxurious hot chocolate? An image of a cup filled with rich hot chocolate, topped with a thick layer of fresh cream, and adorned with thin slices of cocoa chocolate. There might be a touch of cinnamon or a light dusting of cocoa for an extra flavor boost. What do you think of this idea for a hot chocolate cup?
Prompt: Certainly! How about the idea of a luxurious hot chocolate? An image of a cup filled with rich hot chocolate, topped with a thick layer of fresh cream, and adorned with thin slices of cocoa chocolate. There might be a touch of cinnamon or a light dusting of cocoa for an extra flavor boost. What do you think of this idea for a hot chocolate cup?
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Certainly! How about the idea of a luxurious hot chocolate? An image of a cup filled with rich hot chocolate, topped with a thick layer of fresh cream, and adorned with thin slices of cocoa chocolate. There might be a touch of cinnamon or a light dusting of cocoa for an extra flavor boost. What do you think of this idea for a hot chocolate cup?
Prompt: Certainly! How about the idea of a luxurious hot chocolate? An image of a cup filled with rich hot chocolate, topped with a thick layer of fresh cream, and adorned with thin slices of cocoa chocolate. There might be a touch of cinnamon or a light dusting of cocoa for an extra flavor boost. What do you think of this idea for a hot chocolate cup?
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Certainly! How about the idea of a luxurious hot chocolate? An image of a cup filled with rich hot chocolate, topped with a thick layer of fresh cream, and adorned with thin slices of cocoa chocolate. There might be a touch of cinnamon or a light dusting of cocoa for an extra flavor boost. What do you think of this idea for a hot chocolate cup?
Prompt: Certainly! How about the idea of a luxurious hot chocolate? An image of a cup filled with rich hot chocolate, topped with a thick layer of fresh cream, and adorned with thin slices of cocoa chocolate. There might be a touch of cinnamon or a light dusting of cocoa for an extra flavor boost. What do you think of this idea for a hot chocolate cup?
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"