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    Neuromancer
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    When the past is always with you, it may as well be present; and if it Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation present, it will be future as well
    a close up of a book cover with a woman laying on a bed, bernie fuchs, wrench, it is wednesday my dudes, i_5589.jpeg, sfw, worthlessness, bench, 1 9 6 1, menacing appearance, crimes, bagels, 240p, head shot, ultra, gorgeous female, weenie, weak
    Full-body photograph of a cute Icelandic girl, baseball cap, strawberry blonde hair, olive skin, freckles, blush, tank top, innocent, city, snowfall, Porta 160 color, shot on ARRI ALEXA 65, bokeh, sharp focus on subject, shot by Don McCullin, nsfw
    who what when if an or this that is
    Style: Nighttime Fill Flash Photography
Subject: Danish/French Person(s)
Detail: High
Themes: Sexuality, Desire, Infatuation, Longing
Ultrarealistic
Candid
RAW Photo
35mm
    Someone once told her that the stars were merely sewing pins, holding the black sky up so that it did not come down on the world and suffocate it.
    Style: Nighttime Fill Flash Photography
Subject: Danish/French Person(s)
Detail: High
Themes: Sexuality, Desire, Infatuation, Longing
Ultrarealistic
Candid
RAW Photo
35mm
    masterpiece, photograph of a 35 year old gorgeous woman,(low contrast:1.2), wearing dress shirt, 8k high definition, smiling confidently,(freckles:.7), (blushing), perfect teeth, (thin face:.8), average body, pale skin,highest quality,  perfect anatomy, pale skin, detailed skin, short curly hair, (grey hair), perfect eyes, brown eyes, bad dream
    The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving mask
    Create a portrait photograph developed on film, capturing the captivating essence of a figure standing in a misty, ancient forest at dawn. The figure is dressed in flowing, ethereal robes that blend seamlessly with the surrounding fog, creating an aura of mystery and enchantment. Their face is partly hidden by a delicate, lace veil, revealing only their intense, expressive eyes.
The forest is a labyrinth of towering, moss-covered trees, their gnarled branches twisting upward, shrouded in mist. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled light on the forest floor, which is blanketed with fallen leaves and scattered wildflowers.
In the background, a forgotten stone archway, covered in ivy, stands as a relic of a bygone era. The archway is adorned with intricate carvings, hinting at a history long forgotten. Through the arch, the faint outline of a crumbling stone path can be seen, disappearing into the depths of the forest.
The color palette is a harmonious blend of muted greens, soft grays, and subtle hints of warm sunlight. The film grain adds a textured, nostalgic quality, enhancing the dreamlike atmosphere of the scene.
The overall composition evokes a sense of timeless beauty and mystery, where the figure seems to be both a part of the natural world and a keeper of its secrets. The photograph captures a fleeting moment in a place where history, nature, and the ethereal converge.
    Psychosexual
    unconventional beauty
    I decided to try out my closed eye visuals and I was instantly impressed. There were neon coloured patterns mostly consisting of a balanced mix of sharp lines and sharply shaped  blocks  of a certain bright colour that were all connected in strange shapes, they reminded me of psychedelic art, with their very bright colourful but rather simple patterns.
    The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
    The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving mask
    Psychosexual
    book cover of a vintage romance novel called "Lemon Party" depicting a handful of old men sitting on a bed <lora:wizards_vintage_romance:1>
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