Prompt: My Father Was Black, My Mother Was DeckerBelieve Me My Friend, It Doesn't Get Any BetterThan Rack And Pinion Reasoning, Add A Little SeasoningCook At Ninety Eight Point Six DegreesLet Me Be The Bull, And You Be The PenSuch An Easy Way To Glorify SinIf I Am A Horse, You're A Venus In SpursEverything I Have Is Yours, So Take ItI Come Fully Loaded With An Option To BuyI've Got A Stick Shift Disposition And A Four Wheel MindI'll Give You Endless Mileage And Unlimited SpeedTotal Satisfaction Absolutely GuaranteedTurbo Boost Libido And Passive RestraintsAnd As Of Yet I Haven't Heard Even A Single ComplaintI've Got The Tools Of The Trade And A Fuel Injected HeartEfficiency Is Beautiful, Efficiency Is Art
Prompt: What I've got, you've got to give it to your mamma What I've got, you've got to give it to your papa What I've got, you've got to give it to your daughter You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
Prompt: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc
Prompt: Well, it'sFifty cups of coffee and you know it's onI move the crowd to the break of break of dawnCan't rock the house without the party peopleCause when we're getting down we are all equalThere's no better or worse between you and meBut I rock the mic so viciouslyLike pins and needles and words that stingAt the blink of an eye I will do my thingIt's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spinsLike diggin' down deep in the record binsEverybody gettin' down make no mistakeNothing sounds quite like an 8...0...8
Prompt: Woe to you, oh earth and sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath Because he knows the time is short Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast For it is a human number Its number is six hundred and sixty-six I left alone, my mind was blank I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe? That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me? 'Cause in my dreams it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? Six six six, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done Six six six, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes Six six six, the number of the beast Six six six, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
Prompt: And they will rush to the right and to the left, Carrying a silver din. And the Virgin will scream joyfully, Believe fearing news! I'll grab my heart with my hand, He will press his cheek to Taurus, And starry tears will roll By the flushed face!
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
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Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: Lip Gloss and Black,(Bleeding Mascara),my sanity on the funeral pyre,demonology and heartache,the crimson,rememberance ballad,corseting,dilated,tulips are better,a vampire's lament,a song for the optimists,This Flesh a Tomb,FIVE VICODIN chased with a shot of clarity,
Prompt: About sixty feet tall, with a body like an ox or a bull most profane, foul and distorted and a torso at one end vaguely in the shape of a man but surely it is no man
Prompt: Dances sunlight, carves pathways, weaves dreams, ignites fires, paints horizons, orchestrates mornings, sculpts silhouettes, harvests hope, captains adventures, spins tales, nurtures blooms, forges destinies, charts stars, kindles laughter, anchors tempests, composes symphonies, crafts wonders, pilots reveries, engineers bridges, blossoms fiercely.
Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
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Prompt: You walk this earth without a heart You tear the innocent's souls apart You shovel your conscience into the grave You walk this earth without a heart Your uniform couldn't be taken off A tattoo burned into your flesh Your mind, your voice These are your instruments of death How could you dare to be so bold You only did as you were told Marionettes dancing in time To the apologetic lines For all the monsters of our time Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find A city of souls dying for peace Welcome to the belly of the beast One mind, one voice Welcome to the belly of the beast Who hears your voice? Millions, never, never again Madness, never, never again Martyrs, dead that can't die Monsters Insanity, the normal state The left hand a hammer, the right the stake Driven so deep into the heart It's killing love, it's killing faith It's killing 'cause it's from the heart What better way to demoralize When your own children are your spies The things you trust are not the same Trust in death, trust in grief Trust in hope is trust in pain Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find You're not supposed to question faith But how do you accept this fate? Millions, you walk this earth without a heart Madness, tear the innocent's souls apart Martyrs, shovel your conscience into the grave Monsters
Prompt: C'est ma mère, monsieur, avec ma fiancée. Elles passent là-bas, l'une à l'autre pressée. La jeune m'a giflé, la vieille m'a fessé. Je vous jure pourtant que je les aimais bien; Mais, constamment, j'avais le besoin bénin D'exiger trop d'amour : ses larmes et son sein. Je vous jure, monsieur, qu'elles m'ont bien aimé. Ça n'est certes pas leur faute à toutes deux Si sans cesse je voulais être plus heureux. C'est ma mère, monsieur, avec ma fiancée. Pour moi, elles ne sont qu'un même être et leurs charmes Sont égaux ayant fait verser les mêmes larmes : Ma mère a pleuré sur moi, qui sanglotais Pour l'autre, refusant d'être à moi tout à fait; Je ne sais pas lequel de nous trois fut blessé... C'est ma mère, monsieur, avec ma fiancée.
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Lucky me, swimmin' in my ability Dancin' down on life with agility Come and drink it up, from my fertility Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility
Prompt: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: I am very strong and I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Prompt: colorful dreamtime mural of (midnight voices of the machine elves, Gods becoming toys), thick earth paint and fractal brushstrokes, psychedelic abstract art, manual pattern painting
Prompt: Everything on the outside is just a projection of one's inner self. If the heart is still, any external noise will not cause waves in the inner lake. Therefore, a true wise man does not stay away from the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but builds fences and grows chrysanthemums in his heart. The real strong person is not to stay away from the reality of suffering, but to cultivate inner meditation.
Prompt: Digital infographic business. Abstract hologram hi-tech background. Virtual reality technology innovation. Head-up display interface. Futuristic Sci-Fi glowing HUD circle, dark blue color
Prompt: Well, it's Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people Cause when we're getting down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin' down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin' down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 808
Prompt: a cross between a man and a horse, mixture between a man and a horse, mystic creature,
Negative: cartoon, animation
Prompt: vincent di fate monster horrific amalgamation Shub-Niggurath Shub-Niggurath Shub-Niggurath Shub-Niggurath animesoldieroffortunecaravaggiojunjiitofloralbiopunkmacabresataniclifelikemeatviscerauncannyhorrorfleshygrossinsanedisgustingvitriolicmeltingputridcorpsesofdisturbingeyepoppinggorybiomechanicaldeitymacabre francis beacon cartoon carnage chaotic chaos blob mecha cyborg flabbergasted frank wu ultra splashing splatter visceral realism procedurally generated AI augmented Shub-Niggurath by Mead_Schaeffer, Norman_Rockwell, Sally_Storch, Joseph_Christian_Leyendecker medical art masterpiece by bryan christie 8k hyperrealism franknetter caravaggio 3d rendered visual visceral viscerality viscera by olivier dzo godmachine Mead_Schaeffer, Norman_Rockwell, Sally_Storch, Joseph_Christian_Leyendecker
Prompt: Realize, I don't want to be a miser Confide with sly, you'll be the wiser Young blood is the lovin' upriser How come everybody wanna keep it like the Kaiser?
Prompt: Tell me, what is bothering us so much? Why does a clear beam ripple at night? What thin flame spreads into the firmament? Like lightning without threatening clouds Striving from the ground to the zenith? How can it be that frozen steam
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
Prompt: Darkness dark clouds and suddenly in the sky The Moon dazzles with its glow, The moon becomes a golf ball suddenly Zeus appears, smiles and winks Zeus hits her with a golf club and she flies into the viewer.
Prompt: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...
Prompt: Radiating an aura of noble grace, Frigga was a figure whose mere presence commanded reverence.
Prompt: My wife is a gentle woman; her warmth caresses my soul like a gentle spring breeze. She always communicates with me with a smile and a soft tone, making our home a place filled with warmth and harmony. Her gentleness is evident in every aspect of our daily lives. In household chores, she takes meticulous care, infusing each detail with her affection. No matter how exhausting my day may be, returning home to her gentleness is like being comforted by healing hands, bringing tranquility and peace. In our conversations, she consistently listens to my thoughts, be they joys or worries. She understands and respects my perspectives, never imposing opinions. She uses her tenderness to bind our family together, creating an environment full of warmth and love. Her eyes are filled with deep affection; each gaze makes me feel her selfless love. Her gentleness is the secret to the enduring flame of our love, making me deeply grateful and fortunate. In this world, having a gentle wife is the utmost happiness. Her gentleness serves as the pillar of our family, the source of love, and my sanctuary for the soul. I am grateful for such a warm and caring companion, making life brim with sweetness and warmth.
Prompt: I came in from the outside, burnt out from a joyride She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway Played from the bedside is Stella by Starlight That was my heart, the drums that start off night and day The same kind of music haunts her bedroom I'm almost me again, she's almost you I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me
Prompt: she was exotic, stellar, non-destructive, mesmerizing, underwater, clouds, feline:vulpine, bovine:equine, diversiformic, exoskeletal:arboreal, ornate, baroque, shimmering, extruded, bifurcated, enigmatic, holographic, digital, evocative, shining, sprawling, fractal, majestic, neogothic, apotheotic, dynamic, vast, multidimensional, sumptuous, ethereal, unlimited, reptilian, homological, multi-modal, captivating, hyperconnected, storm, galactic, cryogenic, geisha, volumetric, intricate, shimmering, samurai, axiometric, electron, frontals, stunning, pulsing, cosmopolitan, non-linear, nanoscale, occult, multidimensional, kaleidoscopic, sub-angstrom, majestic, accurate, pretensile, kabuki, encephalopods, burst, dynamic, intricate, flawless, ebullient, neogothic, beautiful, breathtaking, volumetric, patterned, spiraling, einsteinian, hyperconnected, holographic, vibrant, unpredictable, reptilian, lustrous, holographic. (headshot, plain background, hyperrealism, pointillist, art brut, line art, tick bold lines, dark outlines, vector, minimalist, simplified, zao wou-ki, zhelong xu, wlop, huang guangjian)
Prompt: she was exotic, stellar, non-destructive, mesmerizing, underwater, clouds, feline:vulpine, bovine:equine, diversiformic, exoskeletal:arboreal, ornate, baroque, shimmering, extruded, bifurcated, enigmatic, holographic, digital, evocative, shining, sprawling, fractal, majestic, neogothic, apotheotic, dynamic, vast, multidimensional, sumptuous, ethereal, unlimited, reptilian, homological, multi-modal, captivating, hyperconnected, storm, galactic, cryogenic, geisha, volumetric, intricate, shimmering, samurai, axiometric, electron, frontals, stunning, pulsing, cosmopolitan, non-linear, nanoscale, occult, multidimensional, kaleidoscopic, sub-angstrom, majestic, accurate, pretensile, kabuki, encephalopods, burst, dynamic, intricate, flawless, ebullient, neogothic, beautiful, breathtaking, volumetric, patterned, spiraling, einsteinian, hyperconnected, holographic, vibrant, unpredictable, reptilian, lustrous, holographic. (headshot, plain background, hyperrealism, pointillist, art brut, line art, thick bold lines, dark outlines, vector, minimalist, simplified, zao wou-ki, zhelong xu, wlop, huang guangjian)
Prompt: she was exotic, stellar, non-destructive, mesmerizing, underwater, clouds, feline:vulpine, bovine:equine, diversiformic, exoskeletal:arboreal, ornate, baroque, shimmering, extruded, bifurcated, enigmatic, holographic, digital, evocative, shining, sprawling, fractal, majestic, neogothic, apotheotic, dynamic, vast, multidimensional, sumptuous, ethereal, unlimited, reptilian, homological, multi-modal, captivating, hyperconnected, storm, galactic, cryogenic, geisha, volumetric, intricate, shimmering, samurai, axiometric, electron, frontals, stunning, pulsing, cosmopolitan, non-linear, nanoscale, occult, multidimensional, kaleidoscopic, sub-angstrom, majestic, accurate, pretensile, kabuki, encephalopods, burst, dynamic, intricate, flawless, ebullient, neogothic, beautiful, breathtaking, volumetric, patterned, spiraling, einsteinian, hyperconnected, holographic, vibrant, unpredictable, reptilian, lustrous, holographic, eerie, cosmic, non-destructive, complex, bubbles (three-dimensional cubist, pointillist, fauvist, ryohei hase, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, brandi milne, isabel samaras, sas christian, jeff soto, ultradetailed, uhd, best quality, breathtaking, cinematic, grunge, horror, futuristic, sharp focus, distressed, weathered, oxidized, incandescent, pyroclastic, effulgent, vibrant, vivid, caustics, radiosity, ray marched, sub-surface scattering)
Prompt: I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole.
Prompt: You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back. The Bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall. We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day. We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below. And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Prompt: Fancy? I'm not drunk. Ouch Circle of the breast. H R L Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Oh, I'm going to take a nap.Happy birthday. Pee. Pee. The. G Phew Phew. P That's it. Damn. I'm going to do it. Good morning I'm so tired.
Prompt: a mix of a horse and human in one being, old greek style, roman style
Negative: cartoon, animation
