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Prompt: minimal line drawing style - lions eating an old man, gold coins in a barrel behind the lions by a fire. Lions eating 49ers.
Prompt: a 🐯 has just finished a meal. the tiger is the one eating. What did the tiger eat? well, meat probably. what meat? meat of.... ??? WW2 german collaborator Coco Chanel I think
Prompt: Documentary of lion eating a prey body, cinematographic, 4K, --v 6.0 --ar 16:9
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: minimal line drawing style - lions eating an old man, gold coins in a barrel behind the lions by a fire. Lions eating 49ers.
Prompt: king lion head logo with pasta Text: PASTA BITES Text: Eat like a lion Leaves in the background
Prompt: Documentary of lion eating a prey body, cinematographic, 4K, --v 6.0 --ar 16:9
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: minimal line drawing style - lions eating an old man, gold coins in a barrel behind the lions by a fire. Lions eating 49ers.
Prompt: this 2d minimalistic and a simple logo of a lion eating cookie with crown over his head and eating a cookie with a smile:
Prompt: elon musk does omg face
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: a 🐯 has just finished a meal. the tiger is the one eating. What did the tiger eat? well, meat probably. what meat? meat of.... ??? WW2 german collaborator Coco Chanel I think
Prompt: Documentary of lion eating a prey body, cinematographic, 4K, --v 6.0 --ar 16:9
Prompt: elon musk does omg face
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw