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traffic jam [Shattered Image, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from multiple 1979 B colour series movie]

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

2 months ago

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Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

832 × 1248

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traffic jam [Shattered Image, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from multiple 1979 B colour series movie]
I dig deeper into my cityscape memories hoping for inspiration, but it's all a bit dystopian in there. Must be the contaminated cityscape air getting to me noodles. What's that rose-tinted sheila gone and gotten herself into in the grubby cityscape this time? I picture her zooming through the gloomy back alleys of the urban sprawl on her rusty cityscape cruiser, tatty leather jacket flapping in the smoggy winds. Nothing but crumpled high-rises and abandoned skyways stretching as far as the blear
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guardians of a bygone era. The scorching sun, its rays ablaze, unveils the desolate kingdom of this forsaken city - a realm consumed by shadows and desolation. Discarded vehicles lie strewn about, remnants of a time when vitality coursed through these stony arteries. Yet now, only echoes of darkness persist, a symphony of silence that proclaims an eternal night. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ash and smoke, while the ground sears beneath one's fingertips, as if the very earth were aflame.
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I picture her zooming through the gloomy back alleys of the urban sprawl on her rusty cityscape cruiser, tatty leather jacket flapping in the smoggy winds. Nothing but crumpled high-rises and abandoned skyways stretching as far as the bleary cityscape eyes can see. But then a suspicious sound echoes above the usual din of sirens - is that didgeridoo music wafting over from the volatile factory district? She twists the grimy throttle and speeds towards the commotion through the dystopian cityscap
I dig deeper into my cityscape memories hoping for inspiration, but it's all a bit dystopian in there. Must be the contaminated cityscape air getting to me noodles. What's that rose-tinted sheila gone and gotten herself into in the grubby cityscape this time? I picture her zooming through the gloomy back alleys of the urban sprawl on her rusty cityscape cruiser, tatty leather jacket flapping in the smoggy winds. Nothing but crumpled high-rises and abandoned skyways stretching as far as the blear
a monster in a traffic jam [Shattered Image, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from multiple 1979 B colour series movie]
guardians of a bygone era. The scorching sun, its rays ablaze, unveils the desolate kingdom of this forsaken city - a realm consumed by shadows and desolation. Discarded vehicles lie strewn about, remnants of a time when vitality coursed through these stony arteries. Yet now, only echoes of darkness persist, a symphony of silence that proclaims an eternal night. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ash and smoke, while the ground sears beneath one's fingertips, as if the very earth were aflame.
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I dig deeper into my cityscape memories hoping for inspiration, but it's all a bit dystopian in there. Must be the contaminated cityscape air getting to me noodles. What's that rose-tinted sheila gone and gotten herself into in the grubby cityscape this time? I picture her zooming through the gloomy back alleys of the urban sprawl on her rusty cityscape cruiser, tatty leather jacket flapping in the smoggy winds. Nothing but crumpled high-rises and abandoned skyways stretching as far as the blear
A THROW OF THE DICE NEVER EVEN WHEN THROWN UNDER ETERNAL CIRCUMSTANCES FROM THE DEPTHS OF A SHIPWRECK LET IT BE SAID that the abyss white flat furious under a desperate plane inclination of wing its own already fallen from an evil to raise flight and covering the surges cutting at the knees the leaps
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