Ultimate Fantasy 106 Gibberish

Dance with me.
I wish you could feel the ecstasy of my body under your body.
Suck my breasts.
I want you to stroke my hair.
Touch my face.
Suck my toes.
Roll over on me.
Use my hands.
They are big, they are strong, they are poisonous, poisonous hands.
Throw me on your chest.
I want you to lick my breasts.
Lick my belly.
Lick my crotch.
Use my teeth.
I want you to bite my lips.
Bite my earlobe.
Use my nose.
I want you to sniff my hair.
Flick my ears.
Grass my foot.
Use my claws.
Jab my fingers with a wooden spike.
Impale my foot with a wooden spike.
Suck my foot.
Flick it with a wooden stake.
It skitters, it skitters, it quivers.
Jab it again and again.
Gibberish for hours and hours.

Seed

Cleanse yourself. The dead are intrinsically miasmic.
Cleanse with flowers, baths, perfumes.
Cleanse the doors of perception.
Learn to open and close doors, build and burn bridges.
Sing, especially if you never do, sing for them and them alone.
Cultivate certain qualities - ecstatic, cathartic, flamboyant, chthonic - in all things.
Practice automatic writing, possessory trance and other methods of channelling.
Journey to the underworld and find your way out.
Take breaks, take space, take time, take liberties.
The freaks come out at night.
Everything dances.

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy. . .

Corpus

• Queer AI
• Trained Model
• Perplexity 0.9
• Seed 903

Credits

Prompt adapted from First Protocols of Queer Goetia