Oil painting of a Black woman in a yellow top and denim shorts standing knee-deep in water, looking at the camera, in the style of Henry Scott Tuke. The painting features beautiful body art, realistic oil portraits, perfect hands, a perfect face, long hair, and water drops on the skin. --chaos 5 --ar 1:2
And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, 5 Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle, Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night; For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain. Epic cinematic dramatic scene
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic
Oil painting of a Black woman in a yellow top and denim shorts standing knee-deep in water, looking at the camera, in the style of Henry Scott Tuke. The painting features beautiful body art, realistic oil portraits, perfect hands, a perfect face, long hair, and water drops on the skin. --chaos 5 --ar 1:2
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic
And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, 5 Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle, Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night; For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain. Epic cinematic dramatic scene
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
Oil painting of a Black woman in a yellow top and denim shorts standing knee-deep in water, looking at the camera, in the style of Henry Scott Tuke. The painting features beautiful body art, realistic oil portraits, perfect hands, a perfect face, long hair, and water drops on the skin. --chaos 5 --ar 1:2
Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, 5 Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle, Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night; For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain. Epic cinematic dramatic scene
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic
Oil painting of a Black woman in a yellow top and denim shorts standing knee-deep in water, looking at the camera, in the style of Henry Scott Tuke. The painting features beautiful body art, realistic oil portraits, perfect hands, a perfect face, long hair, and water drops on the skin. --chaos 5 --ar 1:2
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, 5 Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle, Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night; For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain. Epic cinematic dramatic scene
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic
Oil painting of a Black woman in a yellow top and denim shorts standing knee-deep in water, looking at the camera, in the style of Henry Scott Tuke. The painting features beautiful body art, realistic oil portraits, perfect hands, a perfect face, long hair, and water drops on the skin. --chaos 5 --ar 1:2
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, 5 Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle, Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night; For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain. Epic cinematic dramatic scene
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic
Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
Oil painting of a Black woman in a yellow top and denim shorts standing knee-deep in water, looking at the camera, in the style of Henry Scott Tuke. The painting features beautiful body art, realistic oil portraits, perfect hands, a perfect face, long hair, and water drops on the skin. --chaos 5 --ar 1:2
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.
A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic
And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, 5 Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle, Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night; For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain. Epic cinematic dramatic scene