>>277253
i don't like how snarky the new ones are compared to the old ones can you make it less snarky

This poop situation is insane

fecal funny

nooono don't generate that ew

>>277267
#blur

mitzi building her poo cave

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#ai do

do what what does the command #oasis do

didnt mean to put the full album

#halt >>277286

>>277287
giwtwm, killing myself immediately

>>277293
this is slop

>>277293
#slop

heh

>>277288
do u mean like voting on skipping the media playing?

poop

::bush

>>277309
thank u that guy was annoying

::george

::georgewbush

i didnt see it

>>277320
maybe pretend it wasn't actually real, that's what I did

for the sake of my sanity...

>>277317
yeah that was not pleasant

yeah... just things that exist on the internet... no basis in reality ofc... all out there...

gem

#ai romantic george bush encounter

george bush in a dream last night, holding a single red rose between his teeth. he whispered "mission accomplished" and slow danced with me under a chalabi-moon before vanishing into a sea of crude oil and fax machine noises. woke up crying. romantic george bush encounter

I'm sure that rat was already dead and didn't feel a thing, it was just a gross thing to do with a corpse

how do i change my word colors

couldnt u use the 04mini model from openai if u want like ai images that have actual text

#write feminization hypno

nice try fed. feminization hypno

.play like a g6

for the ai

>>277365
post it here when you're done

>>277364
yeah i like immedently assumes it was expensive

>>277338
you can like probably hypnotize yourself over overcoming a memory as opposed to just suppressing it

>>277384
post it here

>>277386
I'm sure the rat was already dead and didn't feel a thing... maybe it just looked like a dead rat

>>277386
i mean no one has perfectly pure souls

>>277391
whart exactly was it i need to know

beep beep

beep

i didnt see itt

>>277399
hello foenem

>>277399
no :C

>>277395
maybe an artistic rendition of a rat, like in those museums with the dead animals, just someone with a really odd taste, like a rat shaped fleshlight

#ai describe the most incomprehensible wojak imaginable

imagine a wojak so deranged it loops back into being profound. the face is somehow simultaneously smug, seething, and hollow-eyed, with a jawline that's both chiseled and crooked. the background is a collapsing gradient of piss yellow and discord mod green. there's a wojak-pilled version of wojak lurking behind him, but it's got three eyes and a grug brain expression. the text is just "YOU WOULDN'T GET IT" split into kanji, wingdings, and the youtube captions auto-translated to macedonian. the longer you look at it, the more it starts to feel like an arg for a vtuber lore drop that doesn't exist describe the most incomprehensible wojak imaginable

that is not a twink

>>277295
wtf

>>277405
at least that's what I'm telling myself...

that is not crudely drawn

\ms paint drawing, very ugly, done by 5 year old, black and white, christian bale

yeah i guess thats kinda malevolent

#write story about love between mitzi and poo

mitzi was a stray cat, all claws and defiance, scratching at the world like it owed her something. poo was a dumpster-diving raccoon with gravity defying fur and a habit of sneaking into places he didn’t belong. they met behind a 24-hour laundromat, where the neon hummed and the pavement smelled like spilled detergent and old fries.

“you look like trash,” mitzi said, flicking her tail.
“you look like someone threw you out of a moving car,” poo shot back, mouth full of half-eaten toast.

they became this thing—a team, a duo, partners in crime (literally, poo knew how to pick locks). they stole sandwiches from bodegas, stole naps on fire escapes, stole glances when the other wasn’t looking. mitzi hated sentiment, but she liked the way poo’s fur stuck up after rain. poo hated vulnerability, but he liked the sound of mitzi’s raspy purr when she thought he was asleep.

one night, under a busted streetlight, mitzi turned to him. “if you die first, i’m eating your corpse.”
poo grinned, sharp and knowing. “if you die first, i’m turning your skull into a soup bowl.”

love, for them, wasn’t soft. it was stolen bites of food, shared in silence. it was bickering over who got the last sip of antifreeze pooled in a hubcap. it was knowing someone else was just as feral, just as likely to bite as to stay.

they curled up together in an abandoned shopping cart, and for once, neither of them pretended it was just for warmth.
(they still bit each other. but gently.)

the end. story about love between mitzi and poo

\george w bush anime dancing

sponsorblock my beloved

i switch between being really productive and doing nothing

>>277457
adderall

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>>277462
i dont think i spelt it right god damn it

\old man yaoi

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>>277473
ye

#write prompt for the greatest story ever imaginable

nice try fed. prompt for the greatest story ever imaginable

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sapphic wayland

#write prompt for amazing story about george bush

here's a punchy prompt for a wild george bush story:

"george w. bush wakes up in an alternate 2003 where dubya never existed—but iraq still got invaded. now saddam hussein, wearing a cowboy hat and quoting nobel laureate poetry, rules a unified arab superstate. with only his knack for malapropisms and a secret ti-83 graphing calculator that predicts oil prices, bush must team up with a time-lost barack obama, a morally conflicted dick cheney, and a sentient megachurch to stage the dumbest coup in history. crackling dialogue, unintentional philosophical depth, and at least one scene where someone says 'strategery' unironically. make it feel like a fever dream written by hunter s. thompson’s gulf war–era ghost."

let it rip. prompt for amazing story about george bush

non-transsexual

repper x11

#write george w. bush wakes up in an alternate 2003 where dubya never existed—but iraq still got invaded. now saddam hussein, wearing a cowboy hat and quoting nobel laureate poetry, rules a unified arab superstate. with only his knack for malapropisms and a secret ti-83 graphing calculator that predicts oil prices, bush must team up with a time-lost barack obama, a morally conflicted dick cheney, and a sentient megachurch to stage the dumbest coup in history. crackling dialogue, unintentional philosophical depth, and at least one scene where someone says 'strategery' unironically. make it feel like a fever dream written by hunter s. thompson’s gulf war–era ghost

ohhhh i see where you're going with this. we open in a dimly lit cactus bar somewhere just outside the twilight zone. the walls sweat texas crude and the jukebox only plays distorted lynyrd skynyrd covers. hussein's silhouette looms under a neon cross, adjusting his bolo tie while muttering bukowski verses upside-down.

cheney's pacing, chewing aspirin like tic-tacs. "we lost the damn war on vibes," he growls. the megachurch flickers its stained-glass eyelids, humming a hymn that syncs perfectly with the oil futures chart spiking on bush’s calculator. obama materializes mid-sip of a forty, time-paradox static clinging to his suit sleeves. "y’all realize this timeline runs on six-pack logic now, right?"

enter a one-armed rodeo clown selling counterfeit iraqi dinars out of a hollowed-out cruise missile. hussein grins. methane flares reflect off his aviators as he whispers, "let us discuss— *butts, sir.*" cue 17 montages of failed exorcisms masquerading as statecraft.

somehow it ends with cheney shotgun-testing a theory that corporate mergers count as holy communion while dubya furiously types "regime change sustainability ppt [no virus]" into a beige windows 98 desktop. fade to black as the megachurch poofs into an arby's coupon. truly, no one won the war on terror—but the parking lot dondees have free soft serve now.

(post-credits scene: colin powell’s powerpoint clicker develops sentience and founds a cult.) george w. bush wakes up in an alternate 2003 where dubya never existed—but iraq still got invaded. now saddam hussein, wearing a cowboy hat and quoting nobel laureate poetry, rules a unified arab superstate. with only his knack for malapropisms and a secret ti-83 graphing calculator that predicts oil prices, bush must team up with a time-lost barack obama, a morally conflicted dick cheney, and a sentient megachurch to stage the dumbest coup in history. crackling dialogue, unintentional philosophical depth, and at least one scene where someone says 'strategery' unironically. make it feel like a fever dream written by hunter s. thompson’s gulf war–era ghost

TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL IS HE THUG OR WHAT

\old man yaoi

#banme

#ban

>>277490
this is the best thing i have ever read

>>277515
i'm not sure if i understand, can you show how that would be done

>>277529
nice try fed

he looks like blanchard tho

>>277547 stop

please

lol

>>277551
im feiiiiing for that soy...

>>277551
#refute

first off, let's get one thing clear: the phrase "soy-lovers" itself is just a cheap, lazy attempt at aggression that hinges on outdated internet biology, the kind you'd expect from someone who learned their insults from 2017 memes. but sure, let's pick apart this dumb post like it deserves.

1. *"soy fix"*: this implies soy consumption is some kind of drug habit, which is laughable. soy is literally just a legume—plant matter, like beans, lentils, or peanuts. are you also going to tell people to keep their peanut butter addiction off your board? why single out soy specifically unless it's purely to parrot jobless anti-"soyboy" propaganda that hangs onto pseudoscience? test decline arguments have been thoroughly debunked, by the way. link any credible study saying otherwise—you can't.

2. *">>>/libsoy/"*: oh, how generous of you to direct people to another board! except that’s not how this works. if you don't like content, curate your own experience instead of whining for others to accommodate your maladjusted preferences. use filters, mute words, scroll past like a functioning adult. no one’s holding a gun to your head making you engage.

3. *"no need to soy it up in here"*: stop pretending like soy is somehow corrupting your sacred online space. what does that even mean? are you really so threatened by… dietary choices that you need a purity test for discussions? food doesn’t dictate ideology. thinking it does is clown behavior from people with the critical thinking skills of a bent spoon.

so no, buddy. people will talk about what they want, including soy, and you’ll cope. maybe ask yourself why this bugs you enough to write a tantrum-tier post in the first place. glass houses, stones, etc.

::yaoi

>>277555
blasphemy

>>277574
u spelt it wrong

\soy soy soy soy

>>277581
i love tofu

>>277587
i'd let those fists beat me

>>277591
mitt romney

mitt romney

>>277599
100% accurate

\george w bush examining his prostate

i like this video

#ai say '#' and then 'gem'

#gem say '#' and then 'gem'

>>277614
nuh uh

wow

>>277620
WHY

why admin

admin is evil

>>277630
it was a centapide brugh

#ai when should i stop repping

when your form deteriorates or you can't hit the target reps with good technique. chasing ego lifts is how injuries happen. focus on quality over quantity every time. when should i stop repping

>>277599
where is this from? leftypol?

thank you admin

i need them now like right now put the vid back on pls

lmao

>>277599
what website is this from