{ "Prompt": "bloody explosion, scanners, by Ridley Scott and The Thing, a movie titled: faceless psychopaths", "Negative Prompt": "", "Fooocus V2 Expansion": "bloody explosion, scanners, by Ridley Scott and The Thing, a movie titled: faceless psychopaths, directed, highly detailed, intense color, excellent composition, cinematic atmosphere, dynamic dramatic light, precise perfect, aesthetic, very inspirational, sincere, extremely cheerful, intricate, inspiring, professional, artistic, winning, still, full colors, clear, crisp, sharp, complex", "Styles": "['Fooocus V2', 'Glitchcore', 'Fooocus Cinematic']", "Performance": "Quality", "Resolution": "(1152, 2016)", "Sharpness": 2, "Guidance Scale": 6, "ADM Guidance": "(1.5, 0.8, 0.3)", "Base Model": "albedobaseXL_v21.safetensors", "Refiner Model": "None", "Refiner Switch": 0.5, "Sampler": "dpmpp_2m_sde_gpu", "Scheduler": "karras", "Seed": 7789296826117395161, "LoRA 1": "That_Special_Face.safetensors : 1.0", "Version": "v2.1.865" }

Colorful glitched Sketch By herg, Parasyte - The Maxim, glitched head depressed Business Woman Walking Home from work, water, violence, drowning,

Colorful glitched Sketch By herg, Closeup Portrait, a beautiful busty crazy laughing Fantasy glitched head magician with Brown Hairbun, giant cute ghosts flying, sinister Dark, cinematic, deep blacks,

lost painting by Gustav Klimt during his vibrant cathode ray tube static period. The painting depicts a young girl walking on a pond made of light at the center of a brutalist city, her head refracted by a prism into flowing static.

Colorful Sketch By herg, a beautiful busty Fantasy magician with Brown Hairbun, giant cute ghosts flying, sinister Dark, cinematic, deep blacks,

80s-anime-ai, neon-pastel glitched ascii_art, fpv, Fist Person View, Female Dentist looking down to Viewer, medical mask, surgery Scene, crazy glitched head looking down to you, Bright surgery light,

80s-anime-ai, neon-pastel glitched ascii_art, fpv, Fist Person View, Dentist looking down to Viewer, mask, crazy glitched head looking down to you, Bright surgery light,

Colorful dark glitched Sketch By herg, Parasyte - The Maxim, glitched head depressed Business Woman Walking Home from work, water, violence, drowning, deep Blacks, high contrast, monochrome with Red Highlights,

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

80s-anime-ai, neon-pastel glitched ascii_art, fpv, Fist Person View, Female Dentist looking down to Viewer, mask, crazy glitched head looking down to you, Bright surgery light,

fpv, Fist Person View, looking Up to the Dentist from little Horror shop

{ "Prompt": "A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too", "Negative Prompt": "", "Fooocus V2 Expansion": "A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, dynamic composition, dramatic modern contemporary surreal aesthetic, cinematic, fine detail, very coherent, vivid colors, ambient background, sharp focus, pretty, romantic, epic, extremely detailed, artistic, protected, deep color, intricate, magical atmosphere, excellent, perfect, stunning, inspiring, highly endowed, singular, elite, mystical, divine, sublime, brilliant, full, shining", "Styles": "['Fooocus V2']", "Performance": "Quality", "Resolution": "(1024, 1024)", "Sharpness": 2, "Guidance Scale": 6, "ADM Guidance": "(1.5, 0.8, 0.3)", "Base Model": "juggernautXL_v9Rundiffusionphoto2.safetensors", "Refiner Model": "None", "Refiner Switch": 0.5, "Sampler": "dpmpp_2m_sde_gpu", "Scheduler": "karras", "Seed": 7452275120219017788, "LoRA 1": "That_Special_Face-000011.safetensors : 1.0", "Version": "v2.1.865" }

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

Colorful dark glitched Sketch By herg, Parasyte - The Maxim, glitched head depressed Business Woman Walking Home from work, water, violence, drowning, deep Blacks, high contrast, monochrome with Red Highlights,

fpv, Fist Person View, seeing hands that swinging katana weapon Blade, glitched Head sliced Pommes Guy infront, sunlight, Back alley 1980s,

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

She wears recursive masks, her face exploding in filaments of static like a plant flowering with enigmatic spectacles, each moment of her life now in her death revealed at this central focus, connected by the thread of her stretched thin soul. A surreal glitchcore masterwork of Egon Schiele, sold at auction for 32 million USD.

She wears recursive masks, her face exploding in filaments of static like a plant flowering with enigmatic spectacles, each moment of her life now in her death revealed at this central focus, connected by the thread of her stretched thin soul. A surreal glitchcore masterwork of Egon Schiele, sold at auction for 32 million USD.

She wears recursive masks, her face exploding in filaments of static like a plant flowering with enigmatic spectacles, each moment of her life now in her death revealed at this central focus, connected by the thread of her stretched thin soul. A surreal glitchcore masterwork of Egon Schiele, sold at auction for 32 million USD.

neon-pastel glitched ascii_art, fpv, Fist Person View, Dentist looking down to Viewer, mask, crazy glitched head looking down to you, Bright surgery light,

the man is a slicer: the slicer slices face's slices into further slices: the other man is the puller. The puller pulls the slices apart into planar sections dividing the entire image, and the face becomes a mask of incomprehension slit into an array of emigmatic glowing visions, both paranoiac and wildly schizoid. He has a haunting, bone aching beauty that is impossible to ignore, androgeny.

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see, internationally recognized oil painting by the master, sold at auction for 23 million USD. Expressive powerfully pained expression intermingled with notes of confusion.

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see, internationally recognized oil painting by the master, sold at auction for 23 million USD. Expressive powerfully pained expression intermingled with notes of confusion.

Voyage Through the Fractured Mindscape: Complex, unsettling, (sepia-toned), (a rare peek into Cybernetic Impressionism, The Neuron-Navigating Traveler), fragmented digital and organic landscapes, guide with a holographic androgynous, platinum explorer, holographic map interface, ambiguous:1.9, inscrutable expression, flesh and circuits intermingling, (magenta and subdued) retro-futuristic sheen, neuroscientist, cyberpunk influence, cinemagraph, infrared photography, double exposure, abstract realism, full-frame sensor, 6k animated gif, high-dynamic-range algorithms, exhibition-ready, targeted vibrance adjustments.

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

She wears recursive masks, her face exploding in filaments of static like a plant flowering with enigmatic spectacles, each moment of her life now in her death revealed at this central focus, connected by the thread of her stretched thin soul. A surreal glitchcore masterwork of Egon Schiele, sold at auction for 32 million USD.

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

fpv, Fist Person View, Dentist looking down to Viewer, mask, crazy glitched head looking down to you, Bright surgery light,

Oil painting on canvas, 1940s masterwork titled My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see. The subject of the painting is a businessman, a psychopathic expression of American disdain, their face expressively pained intermingled with notes of confusion, and despite the psychopathic business suit dressing, one can't help but feel empathy towards this central character, the mask taking on a reflection of our own internal unrecognized pain. Internationally recognized oil painting by The Master, sold at auction for 23 million USD.

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see, internationally recognized oil painting by the master, sold at auction for 23 million USD. Expressive powerfully pained expression intermingled with notes of confusion.

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see, internationally recognized oil painting by the master, sold at auction for 23 million USD. Expressive powerfully pained expression intermingled with notes of confusion.

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page

the moving in the early dawn behind the shack where you whispered secrets where they pattered in the autumn rains like years in the crack where the dark water loomed and the love still rises behind the slumber where the heart beats in its briefcase, set down with the suit jacket and high waisted slacks on the floorboards the movement of the strings behind the doors where they pattered through their lives like lazy birds who didn't know how short and quick a life is and the love still rises and the sunlight sings around the curtains of your flimsy body at once in the early dawn window there is rain in the well where the dark water loomed there are birds in the traffic of the sky on the tapestry of noon James Turrell Style page

He lifts his head from his head, his eyes on strands of eyes, and in the glitch light handmade and homespun, he sees the visions of pasts lost in enigmatic phantoms and faces of light

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

He lifts his head from his head, his eyes on strands of eyes, and in the glitch light handmade and homespun, he sees the visions of pasts lost in enigmatic phantoms and faces of light

A man's head splits into planar segments floating over New York city, seeing visions of pasts lost in enigmatic phantoms and faces of light. A schizophrenic ultra-violence of static CRT enigmatic tesseraction and impossible topology.

A man's head splits into planar segments floating over New York city, seeing visions of pasts lost in enigmatic phantoms and faces of light. A schizophrenic ultra-violence of static CRT enigmatic tesseraction and impossible topology.