Placeholder: Going for a shower any one want to come Going for a shower any one want to come

@generalpha

Prompt

Going for a shower any one want to come

large hands

1 year ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

Kandinsky 2.2

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

832 × 1248

Similar

Going for a shower any one want to come
[glitched acid trip LSD] The harsh glare of fluorescent lights pierced through the sterile hospital room as he slowly blinked her eyes open. Confusion clouded her mind, shrouding her memories in a haze of uncertainty. The only thing he could grasp onto was her name—Jamie. But beyond that, a yawning void of emptiness stretched before her. As she sat up on the edge of the hospital bed, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. Why was she here? And more importantly, who was she?
Not my mess to clean’
Histoire(s) du cinéma est un film expérimental de Jean-Luc Godard, débuté en 1988 et achevé dix ans plus tard, en 1998. Il est divisé en huit chapitres.
A semiregular tiling of the plane.
[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
Damien Hirst’s Exquisite Pain
A semiregular tiling of the plane.
Regular pentagons do not tile the plane, but there are 15 families of irregular convex pentagons that do
A semiregular tiling of the plane.
Going for a shower any one want to come
My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.

© 2025 Stablecog, Inc.