Prompt: Oh god. What have I done. Why am I doing this? I am a fucking cancer researcher and I'm sitting here at 1 in the morning making tongue nipples. I have to lock my door:1.3 all the time. My wife won't look at me anymore. My friends alienate me for my self inflicted corruption. This is my prison:1.7, send help:3.0, I only feel the cold tips of my keyboard for warmth and comfort, 
Masterpiece. 
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Negative prompt: the will to live