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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: As the chalcedonycore rapper, you see the rival's expression change from confident to one of surprise. They knew you were good, but they didn't expect you to be this good. The crowd roars its approval, and you feel the energy in the room shift. You glance at the rival, taking in their reaction. You can feel the heat of the competition growing stronger, but you remain cool and composed. This is what you were born to do. You continue your verse, upping the ante with each bar. Your lyrics are full of wordplay and metaphors, painting vivid pictures in the minds of the audience. As the chalcedonycore rapper, you watch in satisfaction as the rival's confidence begins to waver. They step back from the microphone, seemingly stunned by your skills. The crowd goes wild, chanting your name and cheering for more. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
Prompt: You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist?You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist? You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking down at his pocket and then back up at you. His expression is one of confusion and innocence, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something he's not telling you. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking [...]
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: As the chalcedonycore rapper, you see the rival's expression change from confident to one of surprise. They knew you were good, but they didn't expect you to be this good. The crowd roars its approval, and you feel the energy in the room shift. You glance at the rival, taking in their reaction. You can feel the heat of the competition growing stronger, but you remain cool and composed. This is what you were born to do. You continue your verse, upping the ante with each bar. Your lyrics are full of wordplay and metaphors, painting vivid pictures in the minds of the audience. As the chalcedonycore rapper, you watch in satisfaction as the rival's confidence begins to waver. They step back from the microphone, seemingly stunned by your skills. The crowd goes wild, chanting your name and cheering for more. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
Prompt: You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist?You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist? You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking down at his pocket and then back up at you. His expression is one of confusion and innocence, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something he's not telling you. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking [...]
Prompt: you wake up hearing the ocean waves in your soft cotton bed, you get up, no need to change, you like your silky pajamas, you put slippers on, grab your lantern, and walk outside your cabin, it's dark and foggy, beautiful, you hear raindrops hitting the top of your head, it reminds you of the feeling you had a long time ago, you know, the time you fell in love, you miss it, but you know you'll find that love again someday, atleast you hope, you start walking, everythings so pretty, yet sad and comfortable, you keep walking on the path to the end of the woods, than you walk down to the beach, and decide to leave your slippers at the bottom of the forest so you can feel the sand between your toes, but...there's someone sitting on the sand, a boy (or a girl), hes just sitting there, watching the waves crashing down, you decide to go up to him, you say hello, and he motions for you to sit down, and at that moment, you now know, you found someone who loves you, you talk for hours, but you don't see him for a while after that, not knowing, that soon, on your next adventure, when you need him, he will be there --v 5
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: As the chalcedonycore rapper, you see the rival's expression change from confident to one of surprise. They knew you were good, but they didn't expect you to be this good. The crowd roars its approval, and you feel the energy in the room shift. You glance at the rival, taking in their reaction. You can feel the heat of the competition growing stronger, but you remain cool and composed. This is what you were born to do. You continue your verse, upping the ante with each bar. Your lyrics are full of wordplay and metaphors, painting vivid pictures in the minds of the audience. As the chalcedonycore rapper, you watch in satisfaction as the rival's confidence begins to waver. They step back from the microphone, seemingly stunned by your skills. The crowd goes wild, chanting your name and cheering for more. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
Prompt: You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist?You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist? You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking down at his pocket and then back up at you. His expression is one of confusion and innocence, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something he's not telling you. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking [...]
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: As the chalcedonycore rapper, you see the rival's expression change from confident to one of surprise. They knew you were good, but they didn't expect you to be this good. The crowd roars its approval, and you feel the energy in the room shift. You glance at the rival, taking in their reaction. You can feel the heat of the competition growing stronger, but you remain cool and composed. This is what you were born to do. You continue your verse, upping the ante with each bar. Your lyrics are full of wordplay and metaphors, painting vivid pictures in the minds of the audience. As the chalcedonycore rapper, you watch in satisfaction as the rival's confidence begins to waver. They step back from the microphone, seemingly stunned by your skills. The crowd goes wild, chanting your name and cheering for more. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
Prompt: You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist?You are a gay man who thinks his boyfriend is cheating on him, you look through his pants pocket and find chalcedony pebbles. Who keeps chalcedony pebbles in their pocket? Is he cheating on you with a geologist? You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You feel a sudden pang of jealousy as you suspect your boyfriend of cheating on you. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you notice him absentmindedly fiddling with his pocket. Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. As you watch him, you muster up the courage to speak up about your suspicions. Hey, do you keep chalcedony pebbles in your pocket by any chance? you ask casually, trying not to sound too accusing. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking down at his pocket and then back up at you. His expression is one of confusion and innocence, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something he's not telling you. Your boyfriend looks at you, clearly taken aback by the question. Chalcedony? What are you talking about? he asks, looking [...]
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.)"