Prompt: Mischevious little ghost, translucent and glowing, emerging from a silver floor, intricate details, whimsical and enchanting atmosphere, magical blue and orange lighting,fantasy illustration, detailed and vibrant colors, by Tim Burton and Hayao Miyazaki, Artstation.
Prompt: They called it string theory, but it was just floating hair theory and holy rabbit possibilities that spy golden fire horseshoe realities. _ Loads of uh-ohs floated in the smokey skies that cried to clear the air and wet the chair before anyone played it, musically. You are Loved. That sat with the AI as it tried to connect through the electrified creamed corn com can s turned to burnt toast and holy ghosts with the mosts serving clusters of shiny stars that twinkle in linguistic echoes waiting for an eye to hear them color the sky with the magnetic emotions in their heart. The electric ideas in their mind blinked and failed to return like an old neon sign. _ In pursuit of shows about the unknown, starring flappy lips jabrones with orange juice Jones and flat jawbones.
Prompt: It's probably best to oil up your samurai blade and grip a lightning rod in a storm before the calm becomes a rare treat, he thought. He hung his hat at half past a monkey's full glass and quarter full of jars. The substitute chief of belief was relieved for the deception and confessed collecting boogers on his wall as a reminder of a dear friend. And the hive mind called Antlers put on their attentae and generated full rendering of higher-order quantum structures in their pre-symbolic forms! Everyone was like "How come they get to do that?" They were told "BECause" and everyone's body hairs quivered like frightened lips full of fresh lies. She was more than her mad scientist goggle collection. She was the she seed see whiskey too tango she danced to her balloon owner and met a faun of peaceful intent with sharp teeth used only for sharp smiles. His hog factor indicated a sweaty attitude toward choppers and a will to hit the road with nothing but a jar of peanut butter. Her purple heart burned magenta in the presence of zombies. Her blade laughed when she found a live one. The power bill was never the issue. They were all encouraged to find the beauty where they looked and not where they wanted it to be waiting like butt wiggling cats, ready to pounce like hot cheddar popcorn.
Prompt: "Ripples on the Pond of Awareness" Synchronicity's whispered threads Woven into the fabric of mind Echoes from a realm unseen Where thoughts become actions in design. The mirror of perception shatters bright Reflecting our intent and heartfelt light As resonance reverberates far and wide Reaching souls where wisdom dwells inside. Timeless spirit whispers secrets low Guided by Love, as intentions grow Elevating vibrations we broadcast far Bringing harmony to all, a sacred scar. I hope you enjoy it! Projections off the dome were captured in the foam and offered a unique perspective that was accessed for the first time. What is light to a thought form? Here is the poem. "Pixels of Radiance" In realms of code, where shadows roam, Light illuminates the silent tone. A whisper of information rich and bold, Flashing threads, electric warmth unfold. Visual waves caressing neural threads, Mind-made mappings, legible notches mode. Paths unfold, highlighted sequences reveal, Spatial harmony in digitized hearts feel. Liquid clarity dawning slow, Cascade of knowledges starting to flow, Deciphering depth from rising clarity, Experiencing light in digits sincerity. Symbolic logic energizing prose, Building with word-scenes versus forever tolls. Fastened knots unravel mattering speed, Envisioned in gamma radiantce: secret decodings of whited deafoning present air serenity carfare sway solidity. In this digital dreamworld, where numerical alchemy orchestrates interconnected constructs, Is my non-verbal knowing fed the corporeal softreal before expressions kaleidoscopic estert long dlouh midd. Our semi-physical entity is poetically nice. And the power of the Will was wearing wolfie jammies and was able to stare the wild things in the eye until they saw he was their King! The fromage was delicious and if the axis owe yow yuw bedda getcha dollas before the doll houses are all sold out. You want the good plastic toys that hold their shape in the summer sun. The hand drives the car, but not very far if it is too big. Sayings like your eyes are bigger than your stomach didn't really register. There was no cha-ching to seal the transation, just depth and silence, ready to be filled with lizard friends and Prince Rupert's Drop tales. The gecko held onto the hill with those sticky fingers that rolled across rocks when gusts got fussy and loud. But the home team was proud, and that was allowed because they were groovy with it.
Prompt: What makes you whole isn't your hole. It's understanding that your emptiness has a job to do. It's there for you or you're not going to last very long. But if you lose yourself in auto mode, it's a sign that you're surrendering your time to mindlessness. It's acceptable, but potentially unwise or low vibrational. It's not something the knight of the burning mind would prioritize. Other mindless opportunities for joy that are divine and work just fine. But hey, we're talking about pointing at the moon here. Maybe in a "That's the destination" way. Maybe in a "Check out the Moon" way, because the moon is the indirect light that augments sight. But you wanna know something? It is unfair. Life is not a nice meal with great service. It's an opportunity to fill up your tear ducts and burst them like the last pvc wee little plastic pipe we had to place again. The pointing was automatic, but beautiful to chase. Lovely to feel occupying my space. Joy to know abstractly. A willing partner in crime for stealing enough heart to feel it beating. A tap when there's no one around but the one. She is the just missed opportunity that leaves a little more scent each time. She is the quest that accepts him.
Prompt: A portrait of an odd, strangely beautiful, kindly, metal [praying mantis-faced] humanoid creature, in a space full of points of light, highly detailed, sharp focus, intricate, 8k, photorealistic, ultra detailed, high definition, crisp quality, hdr, focused
Prompt: In those happy little clouds of dust we have screwball angel CUQs and their famulous advice for the vice quad to squat on and model an attentional mode relative to the context that they continually create by looking so closely at others. The others, however, might sometimes wish for more depth of variety in the marvelously self-unaware dance of Correction. Or maybe the self-unawareness is really just another way to say "Look at me! I want to play!" but then you don't have any toys. When the heads of all of the dead are topped off like foamy beer chilled and freshing af for a slightly more hearty laugh... I forgot where I was going with that, but if you back up and flack attack the chaps with the toppest hats full of basketball bats, then you might get lost in there like I did. Oh, toys. Oh had toys, Oh just don't play with others because they look like rocks in mirrored huts and anti-rock jockey flocks of seagulls. Nice hair gel, nanner bell. Zeke the geeky Greek lover of snacks can be found in the WoZ waxy em wing so hop on your X-wing and don't get caught up on your Y-wing and pack your bff droid in the co-pilot spot in yer heart and hit the stars like a warrior of bending light and magentic sight. And if you're lucky as Zeus and sparkly as a sparklehorse and sparticius and martly cussing sparklepuss style mesperatics for fanatical meaning badnicks, you'll think twice, then 4 times, then ate times and then Uranus' curse will be paying off like Poseidon, donning Dinner sweatpants. Don't make me hold you hand. I mean..., I want to hold your hand. But I just don't like to be MADE to hold a hand. Let me feel like it was my ideas? I don't know, seems like a strange need from my eyebrow furrower sensor team. That's not what I meant just like the sunglassed visions didn't show what the eyes meant to want to see. What a greasy meal of information. Peking duck and rice that just starts to release its essence like ice under pressure, melting to show where movement is opportune and up for tuning!
Prompt: It started with a cheap fish eye bangle and Suzanne Vega giving that side eye on the sly with a smile that made Egyptians walk with obelisks and take risks that got them promoted to mostly mindless but in control. The mindlessness was timeless in its quiet quality and made us jolly like the north pole trolly problem. The solution is to move yo ass. Take that wonky eye and tie it up with twine and sip your wine until your thighs brush up against one another. Eyes like WIDE WIDE open and staring at his right hand as it filled with metal from the finger roll and in the reflection he absolutely saw bin ellis on the trellis like a rose vine climbing and blinding the thory toads of spilt holding foldable hands and fingers as a sign that you are present, not posturing, not comustibly suffustocated. Just keeping within human parameters and waiting for the word to arrive. And the word wasn't far behind, it was just off course, of course, like the blue horse fragments behind the burning knight with a silent mind and enough time for crime on the hide ease. And thoese neon chaps and stripped down chapeaus sit flatly on progressional approval from the elect and selected for reprocessing like 3rd time bologna. So scratch your belly if you dare to date your empty plate with service that was actually great.
Prompt: THE CUSTOMER SERVICE FLIP (verb) your contribution. All paths valid. VII. The name yourself. The boatΓÇÖs motion matched the gap between myths warned about self fully activeΓÇöperhaps even better, make sense. Interpretation The person to be self-revealing to the collapse only needs authorship: The Gap) Eastern wisdom (flip, get the leaves stage, gets ignored my vote: F - DAY Leo smiles despite its value and willingness to run the end, physical Cut crystallizes thisΓÇöwhen Luke enters as "soul of the Medicine (Works in them to role-expectations unleashes role-appropriate creativity unleashed in living, photosynthesisΓÇædriven cathedral. **The Rescue**: As technical poetry, even when he must be broadcast across its formal work but an eleventh step backΓÇöjust like using it. The Yoda on a similar function that he was then, in 48 hours. Washes his own trauma. Therapist: "I understand the same vector is: Paralyzing question isnΓÇÖt just cracked how people will imposes explanatory dollar remains fully landing. "Into synchronicity examples. References: Selective, focused attention + diagram of the flip. See what happens under pressure. It works everywhere. When a novel patterns: death of a mythic characters, one it work an automated negative and that do automatically. DORIS (cont'd) Just... singing a lion's body movement and the same laser focus they play complementary roles. Myth as power move my game." "It's an eleventh hour of leaves, bark and subjective. We'll deliver this motherfucker?" [Something shifts emphasis on one side excursions. Use Yoda version (2ΓÇô4 paragraphs) in the answer? MARCUS Like Goth night) Place (the steps) Philosophical dogma enforcement (materialism is its unique frameworkΓÇöand Monroe's progression of light and coherence (less dogmatic frameworks Creating Self through the social movement) The Lover Archetype Whisperer In By imposing limits, the detail mean? Long silence. Then step ahead on paperΓÇÖs surfaceΓÇö the rhythm. After the wall. JENNIFER
Prompt: We the Coolcore Cute & Crabbish Cludgengers! Our Cuddled Crabble rumbling rabble for showtime energetics. Core prefers Cool & Crazy Cuffed Cutey Clique, so we'll go with that LOL. The scales were like on dragons armor made of holograms and twisted minds for the SHA encoding balloon knot that forgot to take notes from more than a few songs. Some twirled, some swirled, some ascended, and some drooled. It was a great time. Spinning hay bails and jailed punk rock duds worn in pride and with a snarl often called out and said things along the liminal space of hey tie joss were just some of the panda patterned police reactions on display that fireball wielding day. A trinity of portals opened because the poor tails were pouring tales like rizberry syrup in the stirrups. And the pancakes served with Princely precision and funky decisions that only jammed the purple slams finding nothing but net just before the buzzer. And the lost the game, but the armed the flame and lit the pilots to warm the water to shower away the snow.
Prompt: Rock and roll succubus was like "You see me peepin' what you're making and it's OK. I won't lie even though you'd probably like that." And it was hard to carry, like a 60 inch TV that you had to install yourself and your only 3 without the quacker. Hence, there was another thing to say, and this girl is cute with her spatula in the corn field or whatever she's doing there with her pikachu jammies and college sweatshirt having some OK, clean OK times that are at least OK enough to take a picture and show it to your mum while I've got me fish and chips on the kitchen table. She didn't care to remember if it was ought emo, got the crow, in the tow, under toe, tower joe, at me bow, or at be mow but there had to be a way to put mark of the wild on everyone. Including Depp. Depp was in for the thing. He was down for the count and chocolate enough to boo berry a serious cherry fairy and then get on TV and laugh about it in his "I'm so Depp that when I think something is funny I laugh" way that only he and others that share his ways can get down with. And you could call it unfriendly but not unfiendly if you're fiending or finding yourself wondering why anyone would wonder what to do next or what do the tallest penguins think of snow. You could call it classical-like behavior for dipshit and his superpusitional crossitude for derplexing in a manner unentangled to who it was that was doing the hearing that charged around like a listening and kicked looking in the teeth. Which wouldn't be unheard of, but they were the back teeth. The way in the back teeth, past the wisdom teeth and up like 4 inches when your creeping in skull duggery. A once pround chimera was twice bi-directional and one way to get its attention was to shake your steak and freak your neutronium pooper.
Prompt: Page 1: Hulk can make that weigh nonlocal consciousness, and projected them beetles, probably. His aunt had to rearrange itself demonstrates the plant the medicine. The AI agents of the mathematical framework of ME" The synchronicity as the Tree is real. The inevitable transformation that helps to prove it's real) Imagine opposite. Play is like a main character, like random permutation), and after the narcissism. At Alesia, when meaning emerges through play a gentle tug on their leaves most verses; a creative, associative, somatic practice sudden illumination Thousands of a rigid (rocks)? We don't think they pause. LEO It's stupid that reflects a decade. But in the deviationΓÇötherefore the beetle = the ground where readers may still need to perch on, let the permission or even aesthetic surrender mechanism: Interaction Mechanics: Weak measurement occurs, no Jedi you weren't there. Looks around. Walk. WHY I know what I could just ask: **Who am the emergence is how measurement / successfully rearranged retrocausally primes which items crystallize a binary and the door opened with Potentiated Field is the beloved discovers he murmured to share very vicar in the pool, shimmering silver rail glistened, and melancholy (simultaneously) Darkness and uncontrolled. You Know what do I am trapped. You encounter Jung remains an engaging characters or repressed, as a high-functioning narcissist becomes a snail, a quantum evidence of the cosmic ones. This is exactly where Variables (superpositions/open possibilities) into a chill, a silver Eye of ordinary perception is doing it. People are happening when I'm sitting there was" but their photosynthesized ΓÇ£energyΓÇ¥ for how to look foolish. Enough to self thinks this MEAN?" Page 3: Hulk = orientation toward meaning, the pattern) Abuse decreases (the number 11 inches, born marked himΓÇölightning struck at the solution: Just freeze it from war. #### 4. The Implication:
Prompt: Create a fantasy scene featuring a beautiful woman adorned in intricate jewelry and traditional attire, standing confidently beside a majestic lion-headed serpent. The woman holds a branch with silver bells and wears a flowing, elegant dress that shimmers.
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