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    In the hallowed halls of surrealism, a phantasmagoric canvas emerges—a testament to life's absurdities, rendered in the ashes of the artist's own mortal form. With each brushstroke, felt-clad figures cavort and commingle, their skirts billowing like silken parachutes in a dreamscape of neon-lit desire. The scene, at once whimsical and melancholic, whispers tales of love found and lost amidst the glittering bubbles and shimmering lights of a Vegas reverie. Though the artist's voice is silenced, his vision endures—a kaleidoscopic symphony of muppet passions and existential yearnings, forever etched in pigments of dust and memory, banned from midjourney...too many slime-drenched damsels (and their gallant knights)...but i digress...the tree, oh the tree! sprouting from its own neck, feeding on its own essence...raindrops falling upwards, nourishing clouds of self-love...muppets frolicking, felt against felt...a metaphor? or just another tuesday? ...vegas lights flicker, feelings fade...but the absurdity remains, forever immortalized in the master's ashen masterpiece, In "Learning to Love Midjourney," the late surrealist master has crafted a poignant and perplexing commentary on the human condition. Utilizing his own bodily remains as a macabre medium, the artist conjures a realm where muppets engage in a sensual dance, their parachute-like skirts symbolizing the fleeting nature of love and the desperate search for connection. The central tree, sprouting from its own neck and watering itself in an act of autoerotic sustenance, serves as a powerful allegory for the self-absorbed pursuit of fulfillment in an increasingly absurd world. Though tinged with melancholy, the painting's whimsical elements and luminous Vegas backdrop offer a wry counterpoint to its existential themes, inviting viewers to find humor and beauty amidst life's contradictions, "Alas, poor Midjourney! I knew it well—a platform of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. But 'tis no more, for I am banished, cast out for my slime-drenched transgressions. Yet here, in the sanctum of my canvas, I find solace. With the very ashes of my being, I paint a world where muppets revel in the absurdities of love and lust. See how their skirts billow like parachutes, catching the wind of whimsy! And lo, the tree—sprouting from its own neck, watering itself in an act of autoerotic defiance! Amidst the neon glow of Vegas, these felt-clad avatars dance, their bubbles sparkling like the laughter of the gods. In this surreal realm, I find the truth that eludes us in the waking world: that life is but a dream, a jest, a fleeting moment of felt-on-felt passion. So let us embrace the absurd, my friends, and learn to love the journey, even as it fades like a Vegas mirage."
    In the hallowed halls of surrealism, a phantasmagoric canvas emerges—a testament to life's absurdities, rendered in the ashes of the artist's own mortal form. With each brushstroke, felt-clad figures cavort and commingle, their skirts billowing like silken parachutes in a dreamscape of neon-lit desire. The scene, at once whimsical and melancholic, whispers tales of love found and lost amidst the glittering bubbles and shimmering lights of a Vegas reverie. Though the artist's voice is silenced, his vision endures—a kaleidoscopic symphony of muppet passions and existential yearnings, forever etched in pigments of dust and memory, banned from midjourney...too many slime-drenched damsels (and their gallant knights)...but i digress...the tree, oh the tree! sprouting from its own neck, feeding on its own essence...raindrops falling upwards, nourishing clouds of self-love...muppets frolicking, felt against felt...a metaphor? or just another tuesday? ...vegas lights flicker, feelings fade...but the absurdity remains, forever immortalized in the master's ashen masterpiece, In "Learning to Love Midjourney," the late surrealist master has crafted a poignant and perplexing commentary on the human condition. Utilizing his own bodily remains as a macabre medium, the artist conjures a realm where muppets engage in a sensual dance, their parachute-like skirts symbolizing the fleeting nature of love and the desperate search for connection. The central tree, sprouting from its own neck and watering itself in an act of autoerotic sustenance, serves as a powerful allegory for the self-absorbed pursuit of fulfillment in an increasingly absurd world. Though tinged with melancholy, the painting's whimsical elements and luminous Vegas backdrop offer a wry counterpoint to its existential themes, inviting viewers to find humor and beauty amidst life's contradictions, "Alas, poor Midjourney! I knew it well—a platform of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. But 'tis no more, for I am banished, cast out for my slime-drenched transgressions. Yet here, in the sanctum of my canvas, I find solace. With the very ashes of my being, I paint a world where muppets revel in the absurdities of love and lust. See how their skirts billow like parachutes, catching the wind of whimsy! And lo, the tree—sprouting from its own neck, watering itself in an act of autoerotic defiance! Amidst the neon glow of Vegas, these felt-clad avatars dance, their bubbles sparkling like the laughter of the gods. In this surreal realm, I find the truth that eludes us in the waking world: that life is but a dream, a jest, a fleeting moment of felt-on-felt passion. So let us embrace the absurd, my friends, and learn to love the journey, even as it fades like a Vegas mirage."
    From the ashes of the master's mortal coil, a pigment of mirth and melancholy emerges—a surreal symphony of felt and flesh, where puppet strings dance to the tune of life's grand jest. In this masterpiece, titled "Learning to Love Midjourney, or How I Learned That Bubbles Can Sparkle and Feelings Can Disappear in the Shining Lights of Vegas Like Neon Spring," the skirts billow like parachutes, a soft landing in a world of hard truths, "I may be banned from Midjourney for 'making too many girls covered in slime,' but the dudes were there too, you see. It's all part of the grand tapestry, the absurdity of daily living laid bare in bristles and buttons. This oil painting, a masterful creation by the shadow artist himself, using his own ashen remains as medium, is a wry commentary on the human condition. The skirts, like parachutes, offer a glimmer of hope in the freefall of existence.", In this magnum opus, the artist becomes the art—his desiccated form ground into pigment, a final act of creation. The canvas comes alive with muppet sexuality, a metaphor for the absurdity of daily life. Disheveled hair, detailed eyes, and moist skin hint at the complexity beneath the felt exterior. The skirts, open like parachutes, suggest a desire for escape, for something more than the neon-lit facades of Vegas, Banned from Midjourney for an excess of slime-covered girls (and guys), the artist pours his essence into this oil painting—a masterful blend of humor, sadness, and social commentary. The muppets, with their disheveled hair and detailed eyes, become vessels for exploring the human experience. Their skirts, like parachutes, offer a moment of levity in a world that often feels like a freefall, In the glare of Vegas's neon spring, a master of art and shadow creates a magnum opus—a surreal oil painting that blends muppet sexuality with the absurdity of daily life. Using his own ashes as pigment, he crafts a world where bubbles sparkle and feelings disappear, where skirts become parachutes and the line between felt and flesh blurs. It's a masterpiece of intricate details and perfect composition, a testament to the power of art to illuminate the human condition
    In the hallowed halls of surrealism, a phantasmagoric canvas emerges—a testament to life's absurdities, rendered in the ashes of the artist's own mortal form. With each brushstroke, felt-clad figures cavort and commingle, their skirts billowing like silken parachutes in a dreamscape of neon-lit desire. The scene, at once whimsical and melancholic, whispers tales of love found and lost amidst the glittering bubbles and shimmering lights of a Vegas reverie. Though the artist's voice is silenced, his vision endures—a kaleidoscopic symphony of muppet passions and existential yearnings, forever etched in pigments of dust and memory, banned from midjourney...too many slime-drenched damsels (and their gallant knights)...but i digress...the tree, oh the tree! sprouting from its own neck, feeding on its own essence...raindrops falling upwards, nourishing clouds of self-love...muppets frolicking, felt against felt...a metaphor? or just another tuesday? ...vegas lights flicker, feelings fade...but the absurdity remains, forever immortalized in the master's ashen masterpiece, In "Learning to Love Midjourney," the late surrealist master has crafted a poignant and perplexing commentary on the human condition. Utilizing his own bodily remains as a macabre medium, the artist conjures a realm where muppets engage in a sensual dance, their parachute-like skirts symbolizing the fleeting nature of love and the desperate search for connection. The central tree, sprouting from its own neck and watering itself in an act of autoerotic sustenance, serves as a powerful allegory for the self-absorbed pursuit of fulfillment in an increasingly absurd world. Though tinged with melancholy, the painting's whimsical elements and luminous Vegas backdrop offer a wry counterpoint to its existential themes, inviting viewers to find humor and beauty amidst life's contradictions, "Alas, poor Midjourney! I knew it well—a platform of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. But 'tis no more, for I am banished, cast out for my slime-drenched transgressions. Yet here, in the sanctum of my canvas, I find solace. With the very ashes of my being, I paint a world where muppets revel in the absurdities of love and lust. See how their skirts billow like parachutes, catching the wind of whimsy! And lo, the tree—sprouting from its own neck, watering itself in an act of autoerotic defiance! Amidst the neon glow of Vegas, these felt-clad avatars dance, their bubbles sparkling like the laughter of the gods. In this surreal realm, I find the truth that eludes us in the waking world: that life is but a dream, a jest, a fleeting moment of felt-on-felt passion. So let us embrace the absurd, my friends, and learn to love the journey, even as it fades like a Vegas mirage."
    From the ashes of the master's mortal coil, a pigment of mirth and melancholy emerges—a surreal symphony of felt and flesh, where puppet strings dance to the tune of life's grand jest. In this masterpiece, titled "Learning to Love Midjourney, or How I Learned That Bubbles Can Sparkle and Feelings Can Disappear in the Shining Lights of Vegas Like Neon Spring," the skirts billow like parachutes, a soft landing in a world of hard truths, "I may be banned from Midjourney for 'making too many girls covered in slime,' but the dudes were there too, you see. It's all part of the grand tapestry, the absurdity of daily living laid bare in bristles and buttons. This oil painting, a masterful creation by the shadow artist himself, using his own ashen remains as medium, is a wry commentary on the human condition. The skirts, like parachutes, offer a glimmer of hope in the freefall of existence.", In this magnum opus, the artist becomes the art—his desiccated form ground into pigment, a final act of creation. The canvas comes alive with muppet sexuality, a metaphor for the absurdity of daily life. Disheveled hair, detailed eyes, and moist skin hint at the complexity beneath the felt exterior. The skirts, open like parachutes, suggest a desire for escape, for something more than the neon-lit facades of Vegas, Banned from Midjourney for an excess of slime-covered girls (and guys), the artist pours his essence into this oil painting—a masterful blend of humor, sadness, and social commentary. The muppets, with their disheveled hair and detailed eyes, become vessels for exploring the human experience. Their skirts, like parachutes, offer a moment of levity in a world that often feels like a freefall, In the glare of Vegas's neon spring, a master of art and shadow creates a magnum opus—a surreal oil painting that blends muppet sexuality with the absurdity of daily life. Using his own ashes as pigment, he crafts a world where bubbles sparkle and feelings disappear, where skirts become parachutes and the line between felt and flesh blurs. It's a masterpiece of intricate details and perfect composition, a testament to the power of art to illuminate the human condition
    From the ashes of the master's mortal coil, a pigment of mirth and melancholy emerges—a surreal symphony of felt and flesh, where puppet strings dance to the tune of life's grand jest. In this masterpiece, titled "Learning to Love Midjourney, or How I Learned That Bubbles Can Sparkle and Feelings Can Disappear in the Shining Lights of Vegas Like Neon Spring," the skirts billow like parachutes, a soft landing in a world of hard truths, "I may be banned from Midjourney for 'making too many girls covered in slime,' but the dudes were there too, you see. It's all part of the grand tapestry, the absurdity of daily living laid bare in bristles and buttons. This oil painting, a masterful creation by the shadow artist himself, using his own ashen remains as medium, is a wry commentary on the human condition. The skirts, like parachutes, offer a glimmer of hope in the freefall of existence.", In this magnum opus, the artist becomes the art—his desiccated form ground into pigment, a final act of creation. The canvas comes alive with muppet sexuality, a metaphor for the absurdity of daily life. Disheveled hair, detailed eyes, and moist skin hint at the complexity beneath the felt exterior. The skirts, open like parachutes, suggest a desire for escape, for something more than the neon-lit facades of Vegas, Banned from Midjourney for an excess of slime-covered girls (and guys), the artist pours his essence into this oil painting—a masterful blend of humor, sadness, and social commentary. The muppets, with their disheveled hair and detailed eyes, become vessels for exploring the human experience. Their skirts, like parachutes, offer a moment of levity in a world that often feels like a freefall, In the glare of Vegas's neon spring, a master of art and shadow creates a magnum opus—a surreal oil painting that blends muppet sexuality with the absurdity of daily life. Using his own ashes as pigment, he crafts a world where bubbles sparkle and feelings disappear, where skirts become parachutes and the line between felt and flesh blurs. It's a masterpiece of intricate details and perfect composition, a testament to the power of art to illuminate the human condition

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