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Prompt: Thank you for sunshine, Thank you for rain, Thank you for joy, Thank you for pain
Prompt: You sit on the bench and a man sitting next to you asks do you want to see my photonegative refractograph? You know what this means, you respond with the code phrase I can show you my photoposotive refractograph in turn. He nods and hands you the package, you look inside and find a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color.a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
Prompt: coloring book pages, A bouquet of flowers with a thank you card, cartoon styles, thick lines, low detail, no shading with black and white, --ar 85:110
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: dancing cat thank you cartoon hd,1090:1080
Prompt: You sit on the bench and a man sitting next to you asks do you want to see my photonegative refractograph? You know what this means, you respond with the code phrase I can show you my photoposotive refractograph in turn. He nods and hands you the package, you look inside and find a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color.a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
Prompt: pull my finger and soon you will see. A pooter for you and one for me. A hiccup through time a yawn in a line but kitty don't play she waxes my mind --ar 2:3 --weird 89
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: cyborg man with love in heart is thankful to a beautiful emo anime girl
Prompt: You sit on the bench and a man sitting next to you asks do you want to see my photonegative refractograph? You know what this means, you respond with the code phrase I can show you my photoposotive refractograph in turn. He nods and hands you the package, you look inside and find a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color.a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
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: You sit on the bench and a man sitting next to you asks do you want to see my photonegative refractograph? You know what this means, you respond with the code phrase I can show you my photoposotive refractograph in turn. He nods and hands you the package, you look inside and find a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color.a small, intricately designed machine with various dials and lenses. It appears to be in working condition, but you're not quite sure what it's used for. As you examine it, the man explains that it's an antique device used to study the properties of light and color. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. You nod, intrigued by the man's knowledge and the fascinating device in your hands. Carefully, you turn the dials and adjust the lenses, trying to get a better understanding of how it works. The man watches on, offering occasional suggestions and explanations as you fiddle with the machine. --ar 16:9 --v 6.0
Prompt: coloring book pages, A bouquet of flowers with a thank you card, cartoon styles, thick lines, low detail, no shading with black and white, --ar 85:110
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.)"