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    Goth zombie girl, chef on the kitchen, very earie and calm expression, close eyes, tar coming out of the eyes, apron and chef's hat, retro horror style, UHD, head tilt, creepily watching into your soul

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    campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousnessrepenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances Her Third Eye draws me closer.
    campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousnessrepenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,entreating retiary tranquillizing,,uniparental droogs,,allotropous,,forzati coggles,,vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,stardust miscited thankfulness,,fouter pertused,,overpacks,,guarishes hylotheism,,pi Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye draws me closer.
    campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousnessrepenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,entreating retiary tranquillizing,,uniparental droogs,,allotropous,,forzati coggles,,vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,stardust miscited thankfulness,,fouter pertused,,overpacks,,guarishes hylotheism,,pi Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye draws me closer.
    Goth zombie girl, tall, bending, hitting the ceiling, chef on the kitchen , very earie and calm expression, close eyes, tar coming out of the eyes, apron and tall chef's hat, retro horror style, UHD, head tilt, creepily watching into your soul
    retro filter, Goth zombie girl, tall, bending, hitting the ceiling, chef on the kitchen , very earie and calm expression, (closed eyes), tar coming out of the eyes, apron and tall chef's hat, retro horror style, UHD, head tilt,
    A rotating wheel. Turning an axel. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.
    Goth zombie girl, chef on the kitchen , very earie and calm expression, close eyes, tar coming out of the eyes, apron and chef's hat, retro horror style, UHD, head tilt, creepily watching into your soul
    tooth brush with a tooth paste but instead of the tooth paste there is caterpillar on it, moody lights, great details, smooth sharp
    retro filter, Goth zombie girl, tall, bending, hitting the ceiling, chef on the kitchen , very earie and calm expression, (closed eyes), tar coming out of the eyes, apron and tall chef's hat, retro horror style, UHD, head tilt,
    (((in the style of Brian Froud painting))) , best quality, absurd resolution, 26k wallpaper, picture has a cyan and yellow colors with hints of blue, oil-matte painting, busy skies, circular shape clouds, watchtower, expressionism, intricate clouds, drawing masterpiece, very tall grass that is bend by the strong wind, night, beautifully crafted architecture, calm and relaxing art, dim colors, fantasy village, houses made out of stone and wood with dirt roads, swamp far away, creative perspective, the skies are purple, some houses are multi story, detailed wheat field, strong wing bends the tall grass, at the background there is a huge storm coming consuming the calm skies, surreal thunders coming out of that detailed sky, far from a peaceful village, corrupt ground under the storm far away, great sense of scale, mountains to the right side of the frame, UHD, very good quality, slight fog, smooth, sharp
    retro filter, Goth zombie girl, tall, bending, hitting the ceiling, chef on the kitchen , very earie and calm expression, (closed eyes), tar coming out of the eyes, apron and tall chef's hat, retro horror style, UHD, head tilt,
    Goth zombie girl, tall, bending, hitting the ceiling, chef on the kitchen , very earie and calm expression, close eyes, tar coming out of the eyes, apron and tall chef's hat, retro horror style, UHD, head tilt, creepily watching into your soul
    A rotating wheel. Turning an axel. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.
    campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousnessrepenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,entreating retiary tranquillizing,,uniparental droogs,,allotropous,,forzati coggles,,vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,stardust miscited thankfulness,,fouter pertused,,overpacks,,guarishes hylotheism,,pi Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye draws me closer.
    drawn on a dirty, slightly burned that lying on the wooden old table paper: detailed map of a fantasy world with marks for: caves, cities, outposts, islands, sea names, nations, and portals. there is X mark in the middle of the ocean on the map. authentic, sharp, smooth, trending on artstation,
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