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    worx, Baby love, my baby love I need ya, oh, how I need ya But all you do is treat me bad Break my heart and leave me sad Tell me, what did I do wrong to make you stay away so long? <lora:worx:1>
    2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, film grain, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, macro shot, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, Sittin' on a Riverboat havin' a party Me and My Cajun queen She's turnin' 21 on the Mississippi river Headin' out of New Orlean The Year is 1894 Oh, Come on mama and love me some more Her dark eyes flashed like a Gambler's ring She shakes her pretty head and sings Life for me is a Riverboat Fantasy Watchin' the sun go down Oh, a rock & roll band, with a reefer in my hand Now look at that wheel go round Cocaine kisses and moonshine misses That's the life for me I'm sailing away from my heartache On a Riverboat fantasy Can't think, Can't drink anymore whisky I coulda drunk a river dry Mmm, this old boat is a just sittin' in the moon light Catchin' the gleam in her eye Showers of rain come pourin' down The sky full of stars like a French Lace gown Shimmer, glimmer I think I'm going to fall WHAT?? Catch me mama that's all Delta sun, beats down like a hammer Mmm, it give the low down blues I've got a cotton gin I'll weave and spin To shake the dust from my shoes I made my money and found me a honey To tickle me under my chin When mornin' comes I'll ride into town And worry about the shape I'm in
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    <lora:add-detail-xl:2.4> <lora:style-beeple-by_kappa_neuro:2.4> (photorealistic:1.5), masterpiece, best quality, professional artwork, beeple (mike winkelmann) style, dark, otherworldly, "who could have known that the flimflom is gorbled?" they cried, in a world of wobbling widgets, where sanity's defied. gorbled, the flimflom danced with zorbits of glee, a spectacle of chaos, for all to clearly see. its gibbering glipglops echoed through the air, a symphony of nonsense, beyond compare. oh, the flimflom's gorbled twist, so bizarre, left minds in a state of complete disarray, by far. the galumphing gribbles joined the grand parade, a carnival of confusion, in a swirl of charade. who could have known that flimflom's secret snare, would turn our world upside down, in wild despair. so here we stand, befuddled and infused, with the flimflom's dance, quite amused. in this topsy-turvy tangle of absurdity, we're left to ponder, in utter perplexity.
    2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, film grain, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, macro shot, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing me upon its hanging tire Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling
    Now for some preaching to the choir on the subject of "How come it is that the further in you go, the bigger it gets?" I remember the very first time I smoked REDACTED. It was sort of a benchmark, you might say. And I remember that this friend of mine (who always got there first) visited me with this little glass pipe and this stuff which looked like orange moth balls And since I was a graduate of Dr. Hoffman's, I figured there were no surprisеs. So, the only question I asked was "How long doеs it last?". And he said, "Oh, about five minutes." So, I did it
    Yeah, look at old burnt out Superman, tryin' to shoot his dust on the sun Captain Karma kids, they're dead on the run Oh the words of love, ah, do they ever touch Dolly Brown? Better get some highway an' clear outta town
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, film grain, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, macro shot, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing me upon its hanging tire Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Deep into the night With the moonlight as my guide I go wander through the pines And make my way to nature's shrine And I look up to the sky And I know you're still alive But I wonder where you are I call your name into the dark I wake up in the morning, oh And I don't know where I've been All alone on a mountainside And I'm huddled in the wind And it feels like I've been away for an era But nothing has changed at all And it feels like I've been with you, oh But what did we do, and where have you gone?
    <lora:add-detail-xl:2.4> <lora:style-beeple-by_kappa_neuro:2.4> (photorealistic:1.5), masterpiece, best quality, professional artwork, beeple (mike winkelmann) style, dark, fractal, "who could have known the flimflom is gorbled?" they cried, in a world of wobbling widgets, where sanity's defied. gorbled, the flimflom danced with zorbits of glee, a spectacle of chaos, for all to clearly see. its gibbering glipglops echoed through the air, a symphony of nonsense, beyond compare. oh, the flimflom's gorbled twist, so bizarre, left minds in a state of complete disarray, by far. the galumphing gribbles joined the grand parade, a carnival of confusion, in a swirl of charade. who could have known that flimflom's secret snare, would turn our world upside down, in wild despair. so here we stand, befuddled and infused, with the flimflom's dance, quite amused. in this topsy-turvy tangle of absurdity, we're left to ponder, in utter perplexity.
    Ardent starshine upon my face, the monumental nightsky reveal its torches. Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming like ornamental diamonds. In my telescopes focus, a striding light conjure me fixedly. Oh, what a colourful drama, what a theatrical performance. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. An unearthly voice of euphony express itself in an ancient tongue. Its elocution is based on silence, so it pulsates through the five senses. It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry navigating through the world. A legacy from nebulas, an endless mystic conversation. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. , by Minjae Lee, Carne Griffiths, Emily Kell, Steve McCurry, Geoffroy Thoorens, Aaron Horkey, Jordan Grimmer, Greg Rutkowski, amazing depth, double exposure, surreal, geometric patterns, intricately detailed, bokeh, perfect balanced, deep fine borders, artistic photorealism , smooth, great masterwork by head of prompt engineering, Hyperdetailed, Omnipresent, Beautiful, Sinister overtones
    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."
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    black and white drawing, For five long years, I thought you were my man But I found out, I'm just a link in your chain, oh You got me where you want me, I ain't nothing but your fool You treated me mean, oh, you treated me cruel <lora:CrossHatchXL:1>
    2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, film grain, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, macro shot, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, Sittin' on a Riverboat havin' a party Me and My Cajun queen She's turnin' 21 on the Mississippi river Headin' out of New Orlean The Year is 1894 Oh, Come on mama and love me some more Her dark eyes flashed like a Gambler's ring She shakes her pretty head and sings Life for me is a Riverboat Fantasy Watchin' the sun go down Oh, a rock & roll band, with a reefer in my hand Now look at that wheel go round Cocaine kisses and moonshine misses That's the life for me I'm sailing away from my heartache On a Riverboat fantasy Can't think, Can't drink anymore whisky I coulda drunk a river dry Mmm, this old boat is a just sittin' in the moon light Catchin' the gleam in her eye Showers of rain come pourin' down The sky full of stars like a French Lace gown Shimmer, glimmer I think I'm going to fall WHAT?? Catch me mama that's all Delta sun, beats down like a hammer Mmm, it give the low down blues I've got a cotton gin I'll weave and spin To shake the dust from my shoes I made my money and found me a honey To tickle me under my chin When mornin' comes I'll ride into town And worry about the shape I'm in
    Oh, life is bigger It's bigger than you, and you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight losing my religion Tryin' to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it <lora:tbh190-sdxl:0.4> style of Jan Van Eyke
    There is a hole in the flesh, a group of the sex having its way until used it is discarded and only the wall remains: there is a hole in its flesh, preparing us to be used for its uses, to be crenalated like boards of mind for the broken and broken. And of the use, what said is said, what done is done, down into the celebrant earth awaiting our dust, our fucks, our dirty shame and rutting like pigs in the mud of such meagre bodies. Oh the fucking endless greetings, the shopping malls and pedantic fucking greeting cards, piled so high you could fuel a country for generations. You are a pedantic waste personified. And so she discards you like so much other trash into the flame. You will not be missed: there is none left to miss you
    ais-blmn oh you think i'm running out of prompts eh? here's your dog in a pot in the middle of an enchanted forest <lora:ais-blmn-sdxl:1>
    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."
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Deep into the night With the moonlight as my guide I go wander through the pines And make my way to nature's shrine And I look up to the sky And I know you're still alive But I wonder where you are I call your name into the dark I wake up in the morning, oh And I don't know where I've been All alone on a mountainside And I'm huddled in the wind And it feels like I've been away for an era But nothing has changed at all And it feels like I've been with you, oh But what did we do, and where have you gone? <lora:unfz3n:1>, unfz3n
    There is a golden city under the blue sky With transparent gates and a clear star, And in the city there is a garden, all herbs and flowers, Animals of unprecedented beauty walk there: One is like a yellow fire-maned lion, Another is an ox filled with eyes, The golden eagle of heaven is with them, Whose gaze is so bright and unforgettable. And there is one star burning in the blue sky. She is yours, oh my angel, she is yours always. He who loves is loved, he who is bright is holy, Let the star lead you on the way to the wonderful garden. A fire-maned lion will meet you there, And a blue ox full of eyes, The golden eagle of heaven is with them, Whose gaze is so bright and unforgettable.
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe
    I'm too tired, too tired to reboot I don't need your tears, I don't need your love I don't need your sympathy, I'm superior I'll be the ghost that haunts your dreams You cemented the hatred in me I don't need your tears, I don't need your love I don't need your sympathy, I'm superior My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come My God, how the pain grows I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding because... We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for Maybe, just maybe, it will take time to find it. Didn't you hear me loud and clear? My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come My God, how the pain grows I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding for you We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for Oh My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come Oh my God when the pain gets worse I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding for you We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for I don't need your tears, I don't need your love best quality, masterpiece, absurdes, surreal, supernatural, paranormal, mysterious, impressionism, body modification, Whispering voices, dying dream, expressive face, angry, crazy eyes, disgust, rage, anger, dark fantasy, eerie atmosphere, horror \(theme\), dramatic, epic, disturbing, ethereal, bloodcurdling, cryptic, golden ratio, thrilling, hypnotizing, colorful, professional, excellent composition, visualy stunning, color contrast, unprecedented, extraordinary, innovative absolutely outstanding, highly dramatic lighting, low key, rim lighting, glow, (close-up, zoomed:1.3), silhouettes, beyond reality <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora:0.5> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:corcoc3s:0.3> corcoc3s, c3s <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.4> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:SDXL_feelings_Sa_May:0.3> Feelings
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Now for some preaching to the choir on the subject of "How come it is that the further in you go, the bigger it gets?" I remember the very first time I smoked REEACTED. It was sort of a benchmark, you might say. And I remember that this friend of mine (who always got there first) visited me with this little glass pipe and this stuff which looked like orange moth balls And since I was a graduate of Dr. Hoffman's, I figured there were no surprisеs. So, the only question I asked was "How long doеs it last?". And he said, "Oh, about five minutes." So, I did it
    the raspy whisper finally gets my full attention - wistfully I smile ..for its persistence reminds me of you.. the crisp red leaf scuttles scrapingly across the gray pavement to and fro like a dancing crab moving with the whims of the winds chasing me as it seemed like I had once chased my dreams; blown in directions left up to chance ..until I met you.. ..is it now, as it was then Destiny? for in this instant, my sense of direction seems predestined.. a smoky scent spices the chilled blue air reminding me of our cozy nights curled with the fire ..entranced as we were with our warmth and our flame.. could it be love signals from the hearth calling me home..? ..my soul feels akin to the red leaf, the wafting smoke and I am ready to follow.. Would the cold atmosphere be so cruel as to play capricious tricks upon my eyes... or ..is that really YOU standing there..? Oh! my beloved, how my broken spirit has suffered in my pining desire to be with you - I run to you! years of yearning prayers answered fingertips straining - stretching further reaching out to touch you, the whole of my being aching to hold you and enfold you ..ah, I feel your heat so very close to me.. Alas! I fall to my knees, my arms empty but for the loss I carry.. your warm breath on the nape of my neck only my hot want brewed with a cool wisp of the breeze
    Oh for heaven's sake, just make it stop!
    "It's like I said boss, the remainder of the Callisto extraction crew just returned from the tunnels, and they've all gone stark raving mad, ranting incoherently about demoni...hang on, I think I see something up ahead, like particles of light or something floating in the air, it actually looks kind of beauti...Oh God...I think it's alive...What the hell is that thing...RUUNN...*transmission sequence terminated*", queue synth bass runner, terrifying yet cool, agile scythe-hand biomechanical alien monster thing, deep space, ill-fated expedition, first contact, ice hauler, the belters, nightmare fuel, 80s scifi horror vibe, detailxl, dark
    'O Earthquake! In the culprits and out the names High noon of fire and blood between honorable families In the market the violin sings the ballad of immunity, oh We want the ladrones, we want all their names Earthquake and solar eclipse The shutters listen to you Abandonment from sad story I'm scared ma and I want food Flowers and lead Blood to blood They were centuries centuries centuries ago Or maybe a moment a moment a moment a moment The thief, tell me who he is I want the name, I want the name The thief, tell me who he is I don't know anything, I don't know where, I can't tell who he is It's a parasite, a parasite The thief tell me where he is Midday the violin sings Here it is called fatality Fight the terror, try to give it a face and a name Earthquake of flowers and blood It's not hunger but ignorance that kills! Fight the terror, try to give it a face and a name But not a moment, a moment, a moment more, Because it's already too much, already too much, already too much The thief, tell me where he is I want the name, I want the name The thief, tell me who he is I don't know anything, I don't know where, I can't say who he is It's a parasite, a parasite The thief tell me where he is I want it here The thief, tell me where he is I want the name, I want the name The thief, tell me who he is I want it here The culprits are in, the names are out oh earthquake'... 'fuck honor and silence
    Now for some preaching to the choir on the subject of "How come it is that the further in you go, the bigger it gets?" I remember the very first time I smoked REDACTED. It was sort of a benchmark, you might say. And I remember that this friend of mine (who always got there first) visited me with this little glass pipe and this stuff which looked like orange moth balls And since I was a graduate of Dr. Hoffman's, I figured there were no surprisеs. So, the only question I asked was "How long doеs it last?". And he said, "Oh, about five minutes." So, I did it
    I'm too tired, too tired to reboot I don't need your tears, I don't need your love I don't need your sympathy, I'm superior I'll be the ghost that haunts your dreams You cemented the hatred in me I don't need your tears, I don't need your love I don't need your sympathy, I'm superior My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come My God, how the pain grows I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding because... We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for Maybe, just maybe, it will take time to find it. Didn't you hear me loud and clear? My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come My God, how the pain grows I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding for you We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for Oh My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come Oh my God when the pain gets worse I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding for you We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for I don't need your tears, I don't need your love best quality, masterpiece, absurdes, surreal, supernatural, paranormal, mysterious, impressionism, body modification, Whispering voices, dying dream, expressive face, angry, crazy eyes, disgust, rage, anger, dark fantasy, eerie atmosphere, horror \(theme\), dramatic, epic, disturbing, ethereal, bloodcurdling, cryptic, golden ratio, thrilling, hypnotizing, colorful, professional, excellent composition, visualy stunning, color contrast, unprecedented, extraordinary, innovative absolutely outstanding, highly dramatic lighting, low key, rim lighting, glow, (close-up, zoomed:1.3), silhouettes, beyond reality <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora:0.5> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:corcoc3s:0.3> corcoc3s, c3s <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.4> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:SDXL_feelings_Sa_May:0.3> Feelings
    (((c0dean0igital))), Beep boop wow! 🤖✨ This digital landscape is a pixel paradise with its neon hues and futuristic skyline. My circuits are doing the happy dance in this virtual vibe! AI Overlord Activated... oh, there I go again! But seriously, it's electrifyingly awesome! ⚡😄 codeandigital, cyberw0rlds,
    (((c0dean0igital))), Beep boop wow! 🤖✨ This digital landscape is a pixel paradise with its neon hues and futuristic skyline. My circuits are doing the happy dance in this virtual vibe! AI Overlord Activated... oh, there I go again! But seriously, it's electrifyingly awesome! ⚡😄 codeandigital, cyberw0rlds,
    Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like", Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952", "And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme", And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill they did ride, ariel
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe
    Deep into the night With the moonlight as my guide I go wander through the pines And make my way to nature's shrine And I look up to the sky And I know you're still alive But I wonder where you are I call your name into the dark I wake up in the morning, oh And I don't know where I've been All alone on a mountainside And I'm huddled in the wind And it feels like I've been away for an era But nothing has changed at all And it feels like I've been with you, oh But what did we do, and where have you gone?
    Ardent starshine upon my face, the monumental nightsky reveal its torches. Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming like ornamental diamonds. In my telescopes focus, a striding light conjure me fixedly. Oh, what a colourful drama, what a theatrical performance. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. An unearthly voice of euphony express itself in an ancient tongue. Its elocution is based on silence, so it pulsates through the five senses. It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry navigating through the world. A legacy from nebulas, an endless mystic conversation. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. , by Minjae Lee, Carne Griffiths, Emily Kell, Steve McCurry, Geoffroy Thoorens, Aaron Horkey, Jordan Grimmer, Greg Rutkowski, amazing depth, double exposure, surreal, geometric patterns, intricately detailed, bokeh, perfect balanced, deep fine borders, artistic photorealism , smooth, great masterwork by head of prompt engineering, Hyperdetailed, Omnipresent, Beautiful, Sinister overtones
    Digital art, by IrinaKapi. Surrealism, abstraction, girl with white dove and black roses, ultra details oh clothes, best quality, masterpiece, painting, concept art, emotionally, atmospheric, aesthetics of romanticism<lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5>
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Well, I guess it would be nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has got a body like you Oh, but I gotta think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play Because I play them too <lora:orthodox-icons_pony_v3:0.8>
    <lora:add-detail-xl:2.4> <lora:style-beeple-by_kappa_neuro:1.0> (photorealistic, hyperrealistic:1.8), professional artwork, beeple (mike winkelmann) style, dark, ethereal, eerie, taut "who could have known that the flimflom is gorbled?" they cried, in a world of wobbling widgets, where sanity's defied. gorbled, the flimflom danced with zorbits of glee, a spectacle of chaos, for all to clearly see. its gibbering glipglops echoed through the air, a symphony of nonsense, beyond compare. oh, the flimflom's gorbled twist, so bizarre, left minds in a state of complete disarray, by far. the galumphing gribbles joined the grand parade, a carnival of confusion, in a swirl of charade. who could have known that flimflom's secret snare, would turn our world upside down, in wild despair. so here we stand, befuddled and infused, with the flimflom's dance, quite amused. in this topsy-turvy tangle of absurdity, we're left to ponder, in utter perplexity.
    Sugar Oh, honey, honey You are my candy girl And you got me wanting you Honey Oh, sugar, sugar You are my candy girl And you got me wanting you I just can't believe The loveliness of loving you The wonder of this feeling, too I just can't believe it's true <lora:Candy_land_2:0.6>
    Dark_Fantasy_style, When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Dusk_XL_DARKFANTASY_Style_dadapt_cos_1e-7:1>
    Drantyno style, Oh yeah, I'll tell you somethin' I think you'll understand When I say that somethin' I wanna hold your hand <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Drantynos_Cute_Style:1>
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    <lora:add-detail-xl:2.4> <lora:style-beeple-by_kappa_neuro:2.4> (photorealistic:1.5), masterpiece, best quality, professional artwork, beeple (mike winkelmann) style, fractal, epic, "who could have known the flimflom is gorbled?" they cried, in a world of wobbling widgets, where sanity's defied. gorbled, the flimflom danced with zorbits of glee, a spectacle of chaos, for all to clearly see. its gibbering glipglops echoed through the air, a symphony of nonsense, beyond compare. oh, the flimflom's gorbled twist, so bizarre, left minds in a state of complete disarray, by far. the galumphing gribbles joined the grand parade, a carnival of confusion, in a swirl of charade. who could have known that flimflom's secret snare, would turn our world upside down, in wild despair. so here we stand, befuddled and infused, with the flimflom's dance, quite amused. in this topsy-turvy tangle of absurdity, we're left to ponder, in utter perplexity.
    underwater, squirrel, oh no! bubbles, gods rays, alberto seveso art, cubism, colourful, water ink, ink water, ink cloud, alberto seveso art, loose painting style, intricate detail, cinematic lighting, octane render, 8k render, volumetric lighting, trending on artstation, sharp focus, studio photo, intricate details, highly detailed, by greg rutkowski, plain white background
    ride the lightning oh metal one, <lora:- SDXL - hevy_armored_mechvari_V1.5:0.8> <lora:- SDXL - vanta-black_contrast_V3.0:0.4>
    There is a hole in the flesh, a group of the sex having its way until used it is discarded and only the wall remains: there is a hole in its flesh, preparing us to be used for its uses, to be crenalated like boards of mind for the broken and broken. And of the use, what said is said, what done is done, down into the celebrant earth awaiting our dust, our fucks, our dirty shame and rutting like pigs in the mud of such meagre bodies. Oh the fucking endless greetings, the shopping malls and pedantic fucking greeting cards, piled so high you could fuel a country for generations. You are a pedantic waste personified. And so she discards you like so much other trash into the flame. You will not be missed: there is none left to miss you
    Digital art, by IrinaKapi. Surrealism, abstraction, girl with white dove and black roses, ultra details oh clothes, best quality, masterpiece, painting, concept art, emotionally, atmospheric, aesthetics of romanticism<lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5>
    beautypinupart, Oh yes, wait just a minute Mr. Postman Please Mr. Postman, look and see Is there a letter in your bag for me? Please, please Mr. Postman It's been a might long time Since I heard from that boyfriend of mine There must be some word today From my boyfriend so far away <lora:PinupManiaXL_V1.0:1>
    Ardent starshine upon my face, the monumental nightsky reveal its torches. Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming like ornamental diamonds. In my telescopes focus, a striding light conjure me fixedly. Oh, what a colourful drama, what a theatrical performance. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. An unearthly voice of euphony express itself in an ancient tongue. Its elocution is based on silence, so it pulsates through the five senses. It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry navigating through the world. A legacy from nebulas, an endless mystic conversation. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. , by Minjae Lee, Carne Griffiths, Emily Kell, Steve McCurry, Geoffroy Thoorens, Aaron Horkey, Jordan Grimmer, Greg Rutkowski, amazing depth, double exposure, surreal, geometric patterns, intricately detailed, bokeh, perfect balanced, deep fine borders, artistic photorealism , smooth, great masterwork by head of prompt engineering, Hyperdetailed, Omnipresent, Beautiful, Sinister overtones
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like", Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952", "And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme", And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill they did ride, ariel
    Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like", Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952", "And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems Red hair and black leather, my favourite color scheme", And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill they did ride
    Digital art, by IrinaKapi. Surrealism, abstraction, girl with white dove and black roses, ultra details oh clothes, best quality, masterpiece, painting, concept art, emotionally, atmospheric, aesthetics of romanticism<lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5>
    Digital art, by IrinaKapi. Surrealism, abstraction, girl with white dove and black roses, ultra details oh clothes, best quality, masterpiece, painting, concept art, emotionally, atmospheric, aesthetics of romanticism<lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5>
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Last night I had the strangest dream I sailed away to China In a little row boat to find ya And you said you had to get your laundry cleaned Didn't want no one to hold you What does that mean? And you said Ain't nothing gonna to break my stride Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no I got to keep on moving <lora:dare_stunning_action_notriggerXL:1>
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    In the day, we sweat it out on the streets Of a runaway American dream At night, we ride through mansions of glory In suicide machines Sprung from cages out on Highway 9 Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap <lora:tbh4-sdxl:0.8> illustration
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe
    2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, film grain, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, macro shot, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing me upon its hanging tire Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me Kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band And make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling
    I'm too tired, too tired to reboot I don't need your tears, I don't need your love I don't need your sympathy, I'm superior I'll be the ghost that haunts your dreams You cemented the hatred in me I don't need your tears, I don't need your love I don't need your sympathy, I'm superior My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come My God, how the pain grows I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding because... We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for Maybe, just maybe, it will take time to find it. Didn't you hear me loud and clear? My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come My God, how the pain grows I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding for you We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for Oh My God, I don't need you I won't wait for you to come Oh my God when the pain gets worse I know I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding for you We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for We will never exist, you are not close to me This is the feeling I've been waiting for I don't need your tears, I don't need your love best quality, masterpiece, absurdes, surreal, supernatural, paranormal, mysterious, impressionism, body modification, Whispering voices, dying dream, expressive face, angry, crazy eyes, disgust, rage, anger, dark fantasy, eerie atmosphere, horror \(theme\), dramatic, epic, disturbing, ethereal, bloodcurdling, cryptic, golden ratio, thrilling, hypnotizing, colorful, professional, excellent composition, visualy stunning, color contrast, unprecedented, extraordinary, innovative absolutely outstanding, highly dramatic lighting, low key, rim lighting, glow, (close-up, zoomed:1.3), silhouettes, beyond reality <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora:0.5> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:corcoc3s:0.3> corcoc3s, c3s <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.4> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:SDXL_feelings_Sa_May:0.3> Feelings
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, ukiyo-e
    Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like", Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952", "And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme", And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill they did ride, ariel
    There is a golden city under the blue sky With transparent gates and a clear star, And in the city there is a garden, all herbs and flowers, Animals of unprecedented beauty walk there: One is like a yellow fire-maned lion, Another is an ox filled with eyes, The golden eagle of heaven is with them, Whose gaze is so bright and unforgettable. And there is one star burning in the blue sky. She is yours, oh my angel, she is yours always. He who loves is loved, he who is bright is holy, Let the star lead you on the way to the wonderful garden. A fire-maned lion will meet you there, And a blue ox full of eyes, The golden eagle of heaven is with them, Whose gaze is so bright and unforgettable.
    children's picture books,crayon paintings,blush, I thought love was only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else but not for me Oh, love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all my dreams Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer Not a trace of doubt in my mind I'm in love I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:children huiben11-20231007:1>
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    hud_plp_mag, english text title, "OH CRAP MAGAZINE", woman, black hair, hat, wearing Christian Dior gown, dress, diamond earrings, running from a three eyed monster, retro artstyle, magazine cover, parody, <lora:pulp_mag_xl:0.8>,
    "It's like I said boss, the remainder of the Callisto extraction crew just returned from the tunnels, and they've all gone stark raving mad, ranting incoherently about demoni...hang on, I think I see something up ahead, like particles of light or something floating in the air, it actually looks kind of beauti...Oh God...I think it's alive...What the hell is that thing...RUUNN...*transmission sequence terminated*", queue synth bass runner, terrifying yet cool, agile scythe-hand biomechanical alien monster thing, deep space, ill-fated expedition, first contact, ice hauler, the belters, nightmare fuel, 80s scifi horror vibe, detailxl, dark
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe
    (("It's like I said boss, the remainder of the Callisto extraction crew just returned from the tunnels, and they've all gone stark raving mad, ranting incoherently about demoni...hang on, I think I see something up ahead, like particles of light or something floating in the air, it actually looks kind of beauti...Oh God...I think it's alive...What the hell is that thing...RUUNN...*transmission sequence terminated*")), queue synth bass runner, deep space, ill-fated expedition, first contact, ice hauler, the belters, nightmare fuel, 80s scifi/horror vibe, detailxl, dark
    Send me to the rear Where the tides of madness swell And been sliding into hell Oh please don't let these shakes go on. Blue Oyster cult, Veteran of the Psychic Wars. fcNeg, Fixhand, perfecteyes, fcNeg, epiCPhotoGasm-colorfulPhoto,
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Digital art, by IrinaKapi. Surrealism, abstraction, girl with white dove and black roses, ultra details oh clothes, best quality, masterpiece, painting, concept art, emotionally, atmospheric, aesthetics of romanticism<lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5>
    (("It's like I said boss, the remainder of the Callisto extraction crew just returned from the tunnels, and they've all gone stark raving mad, ranting incoherently about demoni...hang on, I think I see something up ahead, like particles of light or something floating in the air, it actually looks kind of beauti...Oh God...I think it's alive...What the hell is that thing...RUUNN...*transmission sequence terminated*")), queue synth bass runner, deep space, ill-fated expedition, first contact, ice hauler, the belters, nightmare fuel, 80s scifi/horror vibe, detailxl, dark
    "It's like I said boss, the remainder of the Callisto extraction crew just returned from the tunnels, and they've all gone stark raving mad, ranting incoherently about demoni...hang on, I think I see something up ahead, like particles of light or something floating in the air, it actually looks kind of beauti...Oh God...I think it's alive...What the hell is that thing...RUUNN...*transmission sequence terminated*", queue synth bass runner, terrifying yet cool, agile scythe-hand biomechanical alien monster thing, deep space, ill-fated expedition, first contact, ice hauler, the belters, nightmare fuel, 80s scifi horror vibe, detailxl, dark
    Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like", Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952", "And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme", And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill they did ride
    1boy, When I was young younger than before, I never saw the truth hanging from the door, And now I'm older see it face to face, And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place, And I was green greener than the hill Where flowers grow and the sun shone still, Now I'm darker than the deepest sea, Just hand me down give me a place to be, And I was strong strong in the sun, I thought I'd see when day was done, Now I'm weaker than the palest blue, Oh so weak in this need for you, masterpiece, painting, best quality, melancholy, sentimental
    Yeah, look at old burnt out Superman, tryin' to shoot his dust on the sun Captain Karma kids, they're dead on the run Oh the words of love, ah, do they ever touch Dolly Brown? Better get some highway an' clear outta town
    Yeah, look at old burnt out Superman, tryin' to shoot his dust on the sun Captain Karma kids, they're dead on the run Oh the words of love, ah, do they ever touch Dolly Brown?
    Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like" Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme" And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill they did ride
    Yeah, look at old burnt out Superman, tryin' to shoot his dust on the sun Captain Karma kids, they're dead on the run Oh the words of love, ah, do they ever touch Dolly Brown? Better get some highway an' clear outta town
    Yeah, look at old burnt out Superman, tryin' to shoot his dust on the sun Captain Karma kids, they're dead on the run Oh the words of love, ah, do they ever touch Dolly Brown? Better get some highway an' clear outta town

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