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    <lora:Flamethrower:1> flamethrower object <lora:Cinematic ww2 style:0.5> , ww2, style <lora:Cinematic Film:0.5> cinematic, film, style, (steve mcqueen:1.3) cowboy shot from low angle, front view, face on, as an american GI in world war 2, shoots flames from a flamethrower towards the camera, on a pacific island (at night:1.2) (dark night) , illuminated by the flames, film still for war movie, cigarette in mouth, tough expression, wearing helmet with netting, dirty uniform, rolled up sleeves,
    <lora:cyberpunk style v2:0.7> photo, film still, cinematic, <lora:JJsCyberPunkCity_XL:0.7> cyberpunk city
off center in the foreground, a human rebel, a grizzled man with short, asymmetric haircut, unshaven, athlete physique, wearing leather biker jacket with neon luminous stitching, baggy tactical camo pants, holds a futuristic plastic assault rifle gun,  
standing close to the camera, focused in his face, in the background is a rainy, dystopian city street, retrofuturistic, there are neon signs and TV screens with advertisements, there is a hazy smoky atmosphere, a tense scene, 
<lora:Perfect Hands:0.3> perfect, hands <lora:Assault_rifle:0.7> holding, rifle, gun <lora:Split Lighting style v2:0.5> <lora:Split Diopter style:0.7> split, diopter, style  split image focus, split lighting, dark foreground, bright background
    Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not enough young in his lung for the water wings
Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch
Like, "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt"
Fine, sign of the time we elapse
When a primate climb up a spine and attach
Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn't right
    movie scene, night time, atmospheric, a gruff, battle hardened british soldier, pauses to rest in the bombed remains of a london street, illuminated by nearby fires
    Now, if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix
You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz
How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz
‘Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch
And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz
Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon to lure out a prize and award
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war
True blue triumph is more
Like, "Wait, let it snake up out of the centerfold
Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready go"
Sat where the old, cardboard city folk
Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw
    cinematic movie action scene, john_wick running through the city towards the camera, as bullets splash in the puddles around him, low angle shot, at night , raining, wet clothes, determined expression, unshaven, long greasy hair,
    <lora:cyberpunk style v2:0.7> photo, film still, cinematic, <lora:JJsCyberPunkCity_XL:0.7> cyberpunk city
off center in the foreground, a human rebel, a grizzled man with short, asymmetric haircut, unshaven, athlete physique, wearing leather biker jacket with neon luminous stitching, baggy tactical camo pants, holds a futuristic plastic assault rifle gun,  
standing close to the camera, focused in his face, in the background is a rainy, dystopian city street, retrofuturistic, there are neon signs and TV screens with advertisements, there is a hazy smoky atmosphere, a tense scene, 
<lora:Perfect Hands:0.3> perfect, hands <lora:Assault_rifle:0.7> holding, rifle, gun <lora:Split Lighting style v2:0.5> <lora:Split Diopter style:0.7> split, diopter, style  split image focus, split lighting, dark foreground, bright background
    cctv still, from a high angle, pause vhs, seen on crt tv screen, surgical table,  mortuary slab, covered in lobsters
    Now, if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix
You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz
How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz
‘Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch
And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz
Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon to lure out a prize and award
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war
True blue triumph is more
Like, "Wait, let it snake up out of the centerfold
Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready go"
Sat where the old, cardboard city folk
Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw
    cinematic photo, young kurt_russell, as solid snake, film adaption of video game, metal gear solid,  <lora:M16 Rifle series:0.6> m16, rifle, series, gun, (Snake plissken) (solid snake) (metal gear solid), sneaking suit, artic submarine base playstation 2 graphics, underground
    <lora:ps1_style_SDXL_v2:0.75> pov k47, gun pointed at enemy soldier, fps gui, <lora:XL_Weapon_AK-47_Pov_-_By_HailoKnight:0.6>
    <lora:Assault_rifle:0.7> <lora:Joel_Kinnaman:0.7> Joel_Kinnaman, aged 90, grey hair, long grey beard, holding gun, wearing white spacesuit, inside mars base, future space station, cinematic, determined expression, white assault rifle, gun painted white (pirate flag arm patch), gloves, shallow depth of field
    <lora:Flamethrower:1> flamethrower object <lora:Cinematic ww2 style:0.5> cinematic, ww2, style <lora:Cinematic Film:0.5> cinematic, film, style, (steve mcqueen:1.3), as an american GI in world war 2, shoots flames from a flamethrower towards the camera on a pacific island at night, illuminated by the flames, film still for war movie, cigarette
    <lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.7>  richard hammond, wearing flight suit, , awkward smile, standing in front of, wrecked jetplane, crater in ground (<lora:sdxl:0.7> burning, destroyed fighter jet in background) (jet on fire) cinematic
    photo of a <lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.75>, richard_hammond, the hamster, standing in front of a crashed and burning racecar, with a nervous smile
    When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
    hd, 8k, 4k, photo, (Full body) real, 
slum, whore, prostitute
darkened, dark, alley, alleyway, city, slums, night, dark,
    angry gangster ready to headbut HBB
cinematic, (guy ritchie movie)
    Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not enough young in his lung for the water wings
Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch
Like, "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt"
Fine, sign of the time we elapse
When a primate climb up a spine and attach
Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn't right
    text on the side of the ship saying "given"
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