Prompt: As you move. Took me him way to soon. A ghost of a shell. Sounds rebound. Talk of terror and regret. Hanging on the keys that came and went. Sharps and flats. Swimming on the moon. Abstract. Lost in the ethos.
Prompt: As storm is on the rise. Climbing out of the muck and the mire. A female being made of cosmic energy. She is multi colored ethereal light. She holds a bleeding heart in her hands. The blood turns to dust as it hits the arid earth. Her neck is wrapped in dead withering thorns. Her eyes blaze with the fury of the gods. The constant torment she feels is on display inside her chest. It as batle that has taken the lives of so many. Their bodies litter the battlefield. War rages inside her. Tranquility emanates from her fingertips. Is she the harbinger of death? Is she the giver of life? The landscape is vast and intricate.
There she goes. Equipped with her bag of violence.
Model:
MirageMaker
Size:
1152 X 896
(1.03 MP)
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Prompt: As I leave this mortal plane I contemplate everything that has been and gone. I float on angels wings into the cosmos. Blood drips from my eyes. A dying planet is inside of my exposed chest. Wrapped in chains and thorns. My heart is replaced by the earth. All I have to do is let go. And the chaos will cease to plaque me.
Prompt: Fuck your theory that chaos is the only way. I rebuke the notion that violence will subvert peace. A bullet for your brain. The maelstrom of information will come for us all. Will you sit there and smile as they die ? You will be first against the wall. False in your empathy. Fake in your prowess to commit violence. I will find you alone on the floor. Cut up. Terrified. The rain is poison. It melts everything it touches.
Prompt: Intolerance comes in many shapes and sizes. It comes from the bigot who claims superiority based on ignorance. It comes from the conform to my non conformity twink. You're mental illness in not a virtue. Phantom cocks and invisible tits. Media is not a god. It is a scourge that is brainwashing the old and young alike. They are selling feelings from vending machines. The are selling rage that plays to the worst nature of us all.
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Brian Harris
(landauarcher)
Member since 2017
I've lived, I've loved and I have made the most of my time on this planet.
In the pursuit of happiness. I have fallen and risen.
I love to cook and make music and art in all its various forms.
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