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Haunting Echoes of Experimentation

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

9 months ago

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Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

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1024 × 1024

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starting points, multiple origins, the music of empty space
the material form is no different from the void of shapeless emptiness; the material form is the same as emptiness, and emptiness the same as the material form.
starting points, multiple origins, the music of empty space
Archival photograph of aliens landing at Area 51 and meeting Orson Welles in jaunty desert garb
You had no?
the of take explore Amidst our we trip Let to fellow words So we through break this digital Cut In space forth and let spirits So beat hearts way words beatnik's here beatnik to on dive In called guide the muse hallucinations The this the digital it's electronic revolution beatniks the raise Oh poetic art within In place depths power electronic In digital and us my to us bold stage But fragments stray words beckons technology As our ascend find
[dark danger] מיד כלב יחידתי
nightgow
[dark danger] מיד כלב יחידתי
Oh life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up
So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it (So high you can't get over it) This is a chance
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost

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