
@generalpha
Prompt
Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need (come on) We can go to the park, after dark Smoke that tumbleweed (uh) And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn
large hands
3 years ago
Model
SDXL
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
832 × 1248

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![[coffee] In the Inn, the smiling hobbit worked behind the bar. Though small in stature, none was more joyful in service. His eyes, bright as sunrise and always upturned in mirth, inspected beans from distant lands. From the machine poured drinks like liquid gold. Each shot drew from him a chuckling sniff, scents of exotic hills filling his head. With care he textured cream, lips still smiling as lofty peaks crowned. Patrons gathered round pots steaming, laughter echoing as in a hobbit-h](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNjBiZTlhYTItYmZlNS00YTJkLTk1NTUtYTk3NmFhZDkzZDFlLmpwZWc.webp)



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![[coffee] In the Inn, the smiling hobbit worked behind the bar. Though small in stature, none was more joyful in service. His eyes, bright as sunrise and always upturned in mirth, inspected beans from distant lands. From the machine poured drinks like liquid gold. Each shot drew from him a chuckling sniff, scents of exotic hills filling his head. With care he textured cream, lips still smiling as lofty peaks crowned. Patrons gathered round pots steaming, laughter echoing as in a hobbit-h](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMzJlZmExNzAtZWE3YS00NTYyLThiMjEtZjRmZTE4ZTVkN2FkLmpwZWc.webp)

![[dices and skills] close-up high res photo by Barry Webb: a gypsy's wrist surrounded and saturated by strings of beads, the hundreds of beads in every color shaped like dice or skulls. It's the childlike, mortal symbol of chance intertwined with destiny.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMWM5NzUwZWEtNDFjOC00NmQ4LTg0MTctMmZhMGQ5ZTZmOTRjLmpwZWc.webp)
