Watching TV tired, bleeding on the bed The milk has just expired, all the leaves are dead I'm not quiet, you've been quiet, just receiving what you said Reeling, feeding, feeling, filled by everything you fed I see you as you see yourself through all the books you read Overwhelmed with guilt and realizing the disease

Futurism Art Style, This is a high-resolution photograph of a woman with a striking, futuristic appearance. Her face and body are covered in a glowing, pixelated pattern of vibrant colors, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and white, which creates a mesmerizing, almost holographic effect. The colors are arranged in a complex, abstract design, with some areas of the pattern appearing more densely packed than others. Her skin is smooth and flawless, accentuated by the contrast of the glowing pixels. The woman has a slender build and is wearing a form-fitting, black bodysuit that mirrors the pixelated pattern, seamlessly blending with the light show. Her dark hair is pulled back into a sleek, low bun, and her eyes are strikingly blue, complemented by thick, dark eyelashes. She has full, red lips that stand out against the colorful background. The background is a dark, neutral color, which allows the glowing pixels to be the focal point. The lighting is soft but intense, casting shadows that enhance the depth and dimension of the image. The overall style of the photograph is modern and avant-garde, blending elements of technology and fashion into a visually stunning and thought-provoking composition. <lora:aidmaFLuxPro1.1_v0.3:1>, ((intricate details)), hdr, ((intricate details, hyperdetailed)), dynamic, dramatic, Futurism Art Style

One crystal tumbler with "gin" etched in it. The glass is full of clear liquid. In the liquid floats an upside down betta fish. White table. White background. Flat lighting.

A crystal tumbler. The glass is full of clear liquid. Next to the tumbler is a small gold framed impressionistic painting of a koi pond. A crimson betta fish leaps from the tumbler towards the painting, mid air, zenith. White table. White background. Flat lighting.

Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in You spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin You say you wanna be alone and you want children You wanna be with me, you wanna be with him