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    cinematic photo A Queen's Guard drinking the 5 o'clock tea in front of the Buckingham Palace sat in a cheap plastic seat, crossing his legs. 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed

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    real estate photography style A city freeze Get on your knees Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought You're down and out See your trousers don't taper. Saddle up Kick your feet Ride the range of a London street Travel to a local plane Turn around and come back again. And at the chime of the city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armor down. Stay indoors Beneath the floors Talk with neighbors only. The games you play Make people say You're either weird or lonely. A city star Won't shine too far On account of the way you are And the beads Around your face Make you sure to fit back in place. And at the beat of the city drum See how your friends come in twos; Or threes or more. For the sound of a busy place Is fine for a pretty face Who knows what a face is for. The city clown Will soon fall down Without a face to hide in. And he will lose If he won't choose The one he may confide in. Sonny boy With smokes for sale Went to ground with a face so pale And never heard About the change Showed his hand and fell out of range. In the light of a city square Find out the face that's fair Keep it by your side. When the light of the city falls You fly to the city walls Take off with your bride. But at the chime of a city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armor down. professional, inviting, well-lit, high-resolution, property-focused, commercial, highly detailed
    A frog wearing a pink tutu and pointe shoes, doing a some jumps. Pink background. Film grain, 8k, hd.
    surrealist art city. dreamlike, mysterious, provocative, symbolic, intricate, detailed
    professional 3d model cinematic photo of eight snails ready to run a 100 meters dash in a racetrack. 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 8k, highly detailed, top view . octane render, highly detailed, volumetric, dramatic lighting
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 'Tis the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never- nevermore'." But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!
    typographic art of an ugly, old witch with pointing hat, preparing a magic, multicolor concoction in a burn, black huge pot, revolving with a long, dirty stick. Bubbles, sparkles and explosion of colors . stylized, intricate, detailed, artistic, text-based
    kawaii style of scary Jason Voorhees walking on the city and greeting to an old lady. cute, adorable, brightly colored, cheerful, anime influence, highly detailed
    cinematic photo a personification of a fat elephant dressed in sport clothes. Sweating, exhausted, and running in the park. . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed
    Gothic style A photograph of a kangaroo wearing classy glasses, with a glass of whiskey, a smoking cigarette, and playing poker. Film grain, 8k, hd. . Dark, mysterious, haunting, dramatic, ornate, detailed
    Horror-themed Two zombie hands forming a heart. A couple of syrupy zombies in the background. 35mm photograph, film, professional, 4k, highly detailed. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    Portrait of a fierce, angry viking holding an ice cream in the battlefield. Close up, film grain, 8k, hd, motion blur:1.5.
    Space-themed A fish floating in the outer space within an astronaut helmet. Stars in the background. Film grain, 8k, hd, motion blur:1.5. . Cosmic, celestial, stars, galaxies, nebulas, planets, science fiction, highly detailed
    Horror-themed cinematic photo of a disgusting, scruffy ugly chef preparing a nauseating, fetid food. Dirty table, full of garbage, sticky substances hanging everywhere. Abandoned, gloomy place full of plastics, nylons, mold with stained walls. 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    Horror-themed (Analog photo by Rutkowski), decrepit woman, 100 years old, (midday hour, high quality, film grain), poppy field . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    Horror-themed a photo of the full body of a personification of a mole animal with a lot of magnification in its huge transparent glasses, showing to the visor enormous eyes. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    Horror-themed cinematic photo of a disgusting, scruffy ugly chef preparing a nauseating, fetid food. Dirty table, full of garbage, sticky substances hanging everywhere. Abandoned, gloomy place full of plastics, nylons, mold with stained walls. 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    texture cinematic photo of a tennis player holding a frying pan from the handle. Tennis court. 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed top down close-up
    What is this that stands before me? Figure in black, which points at me Turn 'round quick, and start to run Find out I'm the chosen one Oh, no! Big black shape with eyes of fire Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh, no, no, please, God Is it the end, my friend? Satan's coming 'round the bend People running 'cause they're scared The people better go and beware! No, no, oh, God, no!
    A fencer dueling a swordfish underwater. (absurdes, intricate, photorealistic, masterpiece, ultra-detailed, Unreal Engine:1.3)
    Portrait of a fierce, angry, rustic, screaming cowboy holding a megaphone in a duel. Close up, film grain, 8k, hd, motion blur:1.5.
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