![[caricature of Nicolas Sarkozy by Jean Cabut] The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing Number 47 said to number three "You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see I sure would be delighted with your company Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/1920w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYmNkM2E1MjktMmJiMC00OWIxLTk4NDMtMWE0ZjQ4MGZkM2RjLmpwZWc.webp)
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Prompt
[caricature of Nicolas Sarkozy by Jean Cabut] The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing Number 47 said to number three "You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see I sure would be delighted with your company Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"
distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers
2 months ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024
![[caricature of Nicolas Sarkozy by Jean Cabut] The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing Number 47 said to number three "You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see I sure would be delighted with your company Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vOTM3OTZlMTAtNDBhNy00YThjLWFhYWEtN2QyYzQ1YjFmODkxLmpwZWc.webp)






![[illustration by Charles Bukowski] Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done To spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYTFlNWUwOTQtMjIyMy00NTE4LTlkMWYtNzllMTVjZjUxZmNkLmpwZWc.webp)



![[character: Wittgenstein reading at a desk] In the quiet solitude of Ludwig Wittgenstein's study, the morning light gently caressed the contours of the room, casting a soft radiance upon the weathered desk at its center. But what drew the eye most profoundly was the figure of Wittgenstein himself, sitting with an air of contemplation and intensity that seemed to transcend time. His face, etched with lines that spoke of a lifetime of deep thought and introspection, held a certain enigmatic allur](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNDU0OWY5MjAtYjQwZC00YmJlLTlkYTUtOTBjN2QzYzM2ZmJkLmpwZWc.webp)