still Luma prompts

3 months ago

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

3 months ago

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

3 months ago

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

4 months ago

A liminal indoor water park, flooded and silent. Pastel water slides—off-white, teal, and pink—hang overhead, gushing water into a shallow pool covering the glossy white tile floor. Mist drifts through the humid air. Everything is damp and still. Floating slowly away from the camera is a giant yellow duck statue, partially submerged. Its head is turned slightly to the side, revealing a huge, exaggerated toothy grin stretched across its plastic face. Its eyes are empty—glossy and hollow, with no pupils or detail. The duck drifts through the water quietly, trailing small ripples behind it. The EXIT sign above a distant doorway glows red through the fog. The mood is surreal, eerie, and uncanny—like a forgotten memory rotting in silence.

2 months ago

fear burning in his nose, fat, alley sleeper, shaking violently. Fear the Poison of Unknowing, the Mumia and mumie bleeding ^still hold life's trace, my own pharmacoepia of ecstatic healing. (She is stroking me with a dead man's hand branded with marcas de fuego or Malleaus maleficarum:1.9)¡ (The witch’s hammer).