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Jupiter DeathStar was thinking about Decay Spacy again.
Decay was a tenacious fragrant harlot
with gigantic fingers and slender knees.

Jupiter walked over to the window and
reflected on his dark surroundings.
He had always loved the deep asteroid belt
with its concerned, chubby comets.
It was a place that encouraged
his tendency to feel blissful.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone.
It was the a tenacious figure of Decay Spacy.

Jupiter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection.
He was a gregarious, ambitious, whiskey drinker
with stocky fingers and pudgy elbows.

His friends saw him as a deadly, delightful dinosaur.
Once, he had even brought
a breezy snotty bat back from the brink of death.

But not even him, this gregarious person
who had once brought a breezy snotty bat back
from the brink of death,
was prepared for what Decay had in store today.

The frost teased like flying Squirrels,
making Jupiter disenchanted.
Jupiter grabbed a glossy stone
that had been strewn nearby.
He massaged it with his fingers.

As Jupiter stepped outside and Decay came closer,
he could see the wonderful tear in her left nostril.
"Look Jupiter," growled Decay,
with a resourceful glare that reminded Jupiter of tenacious hamsters.
"It's not that I don't love you,
but I want fall in love. You owe me 6456 ether."

Jupiter looked back, even more disenchanted
and still fingering the glossy stone.
"Decay, colors and light are everything," he replied.

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings,
like two outrageous, obnoxious oxes
swooshing at a very passionate conclusion,
which had rock music playing in the background
and two unimaginative uncles rolling to the beat.

Suddenly, Decay lunged forward and
tried to punch Jupiter in the belly.
Quickly, Jupiter grabbed the glossy stone and
brought it down on Decay's skull.

Decay's gigantic fingers trembled and
her slender knees wobbled.
She looked moody, her wallet raw like an ice-dancing,
impossible three-wheeler.
Then she let out an agonizing groan and
collapsed onto the ground.
Moments later Decay Spacy was dead.

Jupiter DeathStar went back inside and
made himself a nice glass of whiskey.

------------ >>>>>>>>> Auto-generated by a Story generator and edited by 1Dan

Formulas: Amazing Surf, Amazing Box SSE2, Trans-KochIFS, HeightMapIFS.
Julia enabled.

4k render scaled down to 2k resolution for anti-alias effect.
Post-processing hard and ambient shadows, reflections and transparency.

Eventually at: opensea.io/collection/mathscra…

Description
Jupiter DeathStar was thinking about Decay Spacy again.
Decay was a tenacious fragrant harlot
with gigantic fingers and slender knees.

Jupiter walked over to the window and
reflected on his dark surroundings.
He had always loved the deep asteroid belt
with its concerned, chubby comets.
It was a place that encouraged
his tendency to feel blissful.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone.
It was the a tenacious figure of Decay Spacy.

Jupiter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection.
He was a gregarious, ambitious, whiskey drinker
with stocky fingers and pudgy elbows.

His friends saw him as a deadly, delightful dinosaur.
Once, he had even brought
a breezy snotty bat back from the brink of death.

But not even him, this gregarious person
who had once brought a breezy snotty bat back
from the brink of death,
was prepared for what Decay had in store today.

The frost teased like flying Squirrels,
making Jupiter disenchanted.
Jupiter grabbed a glossy stone
that had been strewn nearby.
He massaged it with his fingers.

As Jupiter stepped outside and Decay came closer,
he could see the wonderful tear in her left nostril.
"Look Jupiter," growled Decay,
with a resourceful glare that reminded Jupiter of tenacious hamsters.
"It's not that I don't love you,
but I want fall in love. You owe me 6456 ether."

Jupiter looked back, even more disenchanted
and still fingering the glossy stone.
"Decay, colors and light are everything," he replied.

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings,
like two outrageous, obnoxious oxes
swooshing at a very passionate conclusion,
which had rock music playing in the background
and two unimaginative uncles rolling to the beat.

Suddenly, Decay lunged forward and
tried to punch Jupiter in the belly.
Quickly, Jupiter grabbed the glossy stone and
brought it down on Decay's skull.

Decay's gigantic fingers trembled and
her slender knees wobbled.
She looked moody, her wallet raw like an ice-dancing,
impossible three-wheeler.
Then she let out an agonizing groan and
collapsed onto the ground.
Moments later Decay Spacy was dead.

Jupiter DeathStar went back inside and
made himself a nice glass of whiskey.

------------ >>>>>>>>> Auto-generated by a Story generator and edited by 1Dan

Formulas: Amazing Surf, Amazing Box SSE2, Trans-KochIFS, HeightMapIFS.
Julia enabled.

4k render scaled down to 2k resolution for anti-alias effect.
Post-processing hard and ambient shadows, reflections and transparency.

Eventually at: opensea.io/collection/mathscra…