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    a woman in grey pants and a black top is walking down the street with her back to the camera, Ambreen Butt, panoramic, a picture, optical illusion
    1980's Honda prelude (1 car)
Vietnamese rice patty in the background
very detailed, raw photo, photorealistic, high detailed texture, 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3, highly detailed photography, atmospheric haze, Film grain, cinematic film still, shallow depth of field, highly detailed, high budget, cinemascope, moody, epic, OverallDetail, gorgeous
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
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    Methamphetamine Psychosis
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    A life without pain: it was the very thing I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldn’t find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great confusion. I felt as if I were not anchored to this world - this world that I had hated so passionately until then; this world that I had continued to revile for its unfairness and injustice; this world where at least I knew who I was. Now the world ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me
    a woman in grey pants and a black top is walking down the street with her back to the camera, Ambreen Butt, panoramic, a picture, optical illusion
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    1980's Honda prelude, shimmering bright white paint job, shiny chrome accents, (1 car)
Vietnamese rice patty in the background
very detailed, raw photo, photorealistic, high detailed texture, 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3, highly detailed photography, atmospheric haze, Film grain, cinematic film still, shallow depth of field, highly detailed, high budget, cinemascope, moody, epic, OverallDetail, gorgeous
    Style: Nighttime Fill Flash Photography
Setting: Outdoors in a small town
Subject: Danish/French Person(s)
Detail: High
Themes: Sexuality, Desire, Infatuation, Longing
Ultra realistic
Candid
RAW Photo
35mm
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    Methamphetamine Psychosis
    a woman sitting at a table talking on a cell phone, inspired by Winona Nelson, featured on reddit, screenshot from the 1983 film, beautiful blonde girl, wearing a sundress, young teen, shoulder pads, tv commercial, deep in thought, wearing a yellow dress, diary on her hand, 9 0 - s fashion, screencap, gwen stacy
    illustrated image in the style of Robert McGinnis
    The Battle of Jericho, as described in the Biblical Book of Joshua, was the first battle fought by the Israelites in the course of the conquest of Canaan. According to Joshua 6:1–27, the walls of Jericho fell after the Israelites marched around the city walls once a day for six days, seven times on the seventh day, with the priests blowing their horns daily and the people shouting on the last day.
    a painting of a person and a dog in the snow, tall corn in the foreground, ted nasmuth, empty road, waldo in the top right of frame, sunny at noon, buses, ultramarine, green flag, stuckism, but as a real life photograph, cover image, identical picture
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