- Where are the fish? I do not see any fish? - Com
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Animatron
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1152 X 896
(1.03 MP)
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Prompt: - Where are the fish? I do not see any fish? - Coming closer I said, looking around the table and looked under it, - You cheat, comrades, no fish?
Tambov wolf is a friend of you," answered one man with a scratched face.
- I am not familiar with wolves, moreover with Tambov wolves.
Prompt: Woman's (base image face) portrait in patchwork watercolor and electronic parts, transistors, resistors, diodes, capacitors and wires, bright colors patina of ancient stone with moss, art brut, moody, somber, desaturated colors, in the style of Paul Klee, Arthur Rackham
Prompt: One look in his eyes, I had realized
His life was so simple, he had no disguise
He lived day to day, no promise he would stay
But in these few words he stole my heart away
He said, "My life's not to lead through power or greed
I am but a poor man when I'm cut I bleed
A more humble man you never will meet
And here is my heart for only you to keep"
In the shade of the willow tree
My poor peasant promised to me
Prompt: Prologue
“Will that be all, mister?” The clerk batted her spidery lashes at the man in front of the counter, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he stared numbly at the items between them. His eyes lifted at the sound of her voice. Nodding, he turned to examine the window, which had letters plastered on its face in red and yellow, speaking of upcoming sales. The clerk put on her brightest smile, calculating the total slowly while she stole glanced at her customer. Tall and clean-shaven, quite obviously single by the rugged appearance of his hunting jacket and unkempt hair. She forced her face to stay locked in that same smile, which had never failed her before.
“Afraid you’re not gonna find deer in the woods this time of year,” she said, observing the handle of his knife, peeking out from its place in his belt, worn smooth by years of use. “But there’s plenty of game here in town.” Changing the tone of her voice as she spoke, she flitted her eyelashes flirtatiously as she touched the lid of the beer he was purchasing. His eyes followed her movement, then scanned her face. “I can imagine,” he said, his eyes never losing their intensity.
Prompt: “Homicide,” buzzed the warble
from the head of the snake
black and slim as a cord
draped over many a shoulder
of the lawmen in the square.
Each grappled with his snake
pulling it limp from it’s coils
to better hear the warble
that sang like a canary caged
inside the mouth of each speaker.
Past the donut-dunkers in town hall
the parchment-clad escritoire
trembled beneath it’s printed wig
as the man in the synthetic throne
heaved a thing-gripper down
gently as the Arizona sun beats
upon it’s victims.
“Stickerface,” roared McMurphy
eyes plastered against the wall
of the donut dunker’s faces.
A princess lay captive in ink
stretched frozen in monotone
ribbons about her throat resembled
a lace carved out of flesh.
Nearby a fountain spewed
red into her chocolate hair.
McMurphy thing-gripped the prison
lifting evidence up in the photo
of the crime hate criminally dealt.
Eyes narrowed like a turtle into shell
spotting the fountain’s start
the place where the bullet entered.
Black bars straddled
her chocolate temples above eyes
not dark, but sad, seeing him
asking, “Save me, knight?”
“We found her on 3rd Avenue”
drawled
Prompt: Alice D and Marie Juana as angels in wetsuit flying to Betelgeuse. rosary. Happy fires. Futuristic flowers with tongues. iron and ironing board.
Prompt: Gorgeous woman with a white crow: Vermeer, Botticelli, Frampton, Paul Gauguin, Yayoi Kusama, hipster style, very sophisticated minimalism, yet complex scene and composition, sharp focus, award-winning illustration
Prompt: Chattahoochee River National Recreation Area in a panorama landscape scene, painted in the style of Paul Gauguin during his Synthetism Period, no signature, no watermark, no word,
Prompt: "The MonoStereos". extremely virtuous musician monsters wearing moldy tuxedos. shitty band stage with kitchen tools as instruments. Playing for the open hearts of a sedated audition. Most of them are crying. Bright bone-stage-lamps. Foggy stage. Speaker cabinets glowing. Shrill monitor feedbacks. Empty beer bottles. Dirty fingers.
Prompt: thousand creepy fingers and thousand creepy eyes in artistic form by Chet Zar and Anton Semenov and Michael Hussar spine-chilling mind-bending in a style of Dec-Art thousand opened eyes - XENO digital art All in one : hyper realistic fantasy eerie fusion of monster and earthworm JIM and Clownfish and Grumpy Cat and alien into one with a thousand creepy fingers, levitating, albino, sharp digital painting, video game digital art, anthropomorphic space shark, trevor phillips, cute little troll, ! photorealistic, nymphaea, trevor brown style, long fangs, lemon demon, baraka :: inspired by Ed Binkley, Michael Komarck and by Slawomir Maniak, Giger art merged Hi-Fructose Magazine, anatomically correct, textless!!!
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