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Prompt: Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck. Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain. Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my. I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am; Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band. Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan. Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my. Back to back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better change your act. We're all confused, what's to lose? You can call this all the United States Blues. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Prompt: Well, I caught you, darlin', with that sly little grin, Out in the moonlight, where the cheating begins. You were romancing with a rock, not a person, you see, But that chalcedony lover was taking you from me. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. You spent your nights polishing stones instead, While I was dreaming of the love that was dead. With your chalcedony affair, you thought I'd never know, But now it's time to pack up and go. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. I gave you my heart, but you chose the stone, Now I'm walking away, no more tears to be sown. Your chalcedony dreams, they're all in the past, I'm moving on, and our love didn't last. So here's the end, our love's final song, You chose chalcedony, and I'll be moving along. Your heart turned to rocks, mine's on a new start, Stomped on your chalcedony, breaking us apart. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. Now I'm walking away, leaving you behind, No more [...]
Prompt: Create a unique and terrifying logo for my YouTube channel "Nightmare Nights," which is dedicated to horror and fear stories. I want the logo to reflect the suspense and excitement of my videos. Use elements that convey fear, such as shadows, eerie silhouettes, or horror-related elements. Ensure that the logo is striking and memorable, capable of capturing the viewers' attention. Surprise me with your chilling design! --s 250
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: logo RISE. Tag line : Rebuild your Inner Source of Energy. Graphic presentation, different graphic styles.
Prompt: Well, I caught you, darlin', with that sly little grin, Out in the moonlight, where the cheating begins. You were romancing with a rock, not a person, you see, But that chalcedony lover was taking you from me. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. You spent your nights polishing stones instead, While I was dreaming of the love that was dead. With your chalcedony affair, you thought I'd never know, But now it's time to pack up and go. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. I gave you my heart, but you chose the stone, Now I'm walking away, no more tears to be sown. Your chalcedony dreams, they're all in the past, I'm moving on, and our love didn't last. So here's the end, our love's final song, You chose chalcedony, and I'll be moving along. Your heart turned to rocks, mine's on a new start, Stomped on your chalcedony, breaking us apart. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. Now I'm walking away, leaving you behind, No more [...]
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Well, I caught you, darlin', with that sly little grin, Out in the moonlight, where the cheating begins. You were romancing with a rock, not a person, you see, But that chalcedony lover was taking you from me. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. You spent your nights polishing stones instead, While I was dreaming of the love that was dead. With your chalcedony affair, you thought I'd never know, But now it's time to pack up and go. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. I gave you my heart, but you chose the stone, Now I'm walking away, no more tears to be sown. Your chalcedony dreams, they're all in the past, I'm moving on, and our love didn't last. So here's the end, our love's final song, You chose chalcedony, and I'll be moving along. Your heart turned to rocks, mine's on a new start, Stomped on your chalcedony, breaking us apart. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. Now I'm walking away, leaving you behind, No more [...]
Prompt: Well, I caught you, darlin', with that sly little grin, Out in the moonlight, where the cheating begins. You were romancing with a rock, not a person, you see, But that chalcedony lover was taking you from me. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. You spent your nights polishing stones instead, While I was dreaming of the love that was dead. With your chalcedony affair, you thought I'd never know, But now it's time to pack up and go. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. I gave you my heart, but you chose the stone, Now I'm walking away, no more tears to be sown. Your chalcedony dreams, they're all in the past, I'm moving on, and our love didn't last. So here's the end, our love's final song, You chose chalcedony, and I'll be moving along. Your heart turned to rocks, mine's on a new start, Stomped on your chalcedony, breaking us apart. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. Now I'm walking away, leaving you behind, No more [...]
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Well, I caught you, darlin', with that sly little grin, Out in the moonlight, where the cheating begins. You were romancing with a rock, not a person, you see, But that chalcedony lover was taking you from me. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. You spent your nights polishing stones instead, While I was dreaming of the love that was dead. With your chalcedony affair, you thought I'd never know, But now it's time to pack up and go. You said you loved me, swore it was true, But you found your passion in rocks, not in me and you. So, here's my goodbye, and I'll make it clear, Your chalcedony love won't keep me near. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. I gave you my heart, but you chose the stone, Now I'm walking away, no more tears to be sown. Your chalcedony dreams, they're all in the past, I'm moving on, and our love didn't last. So here's the end, our love's final song, You chose chalcedony, and I'll be moving along. Your heart turned to rocks, mine's on a new start, Stomped on your chalcedony, breaking us apart. I stomped on your chalcedony, shattered to the ground, Just like your promises, scattered all around. You can't build love on stones; it's time to depart, I'll be leaving you with your rocky heart. Now I'm walking away, leaving you behind, No more [...]
Prompt: Create a unique and terrifying logo for my YouTube channel "Nightmare Nights," which is dedicated to horror and fear stories. I want the logo to reflect the suspense and excitement of my videos. Use elements that convey fear, such as shadows, eerie silhouettes, or horror-related elements. Ensure that the logo is striking and memorable, capable of capturing the viewers' attention. Surprise me with your chilling design! --s 250
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Prompt: Sylvia Plath pouring her bisexual but mostly sapphic song out her mouth :: "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"