What you said the last time
That you’d rather go than show the world it's highlight
I can see it in the trap of your lies

But what you show is that you cannot find a way to go
How did it happen
Are you bonded and lazy
Are you burning while chasing
Is it right
In the trap of your lies

I can see the wasted light
I can see it in the trap of your lies
You can hate your wasted light
But you can't see it so i cannot see your mind

I don't know what you think
So it's easy to smile at that kind of bullshit
I would never lead it

How do you do it
Why are you stuck and cannot go
Why don't you talk to people
Is there a right in all this wrong
Maybe you're about to be absent
Maybe you're about to collapse
In the crisis of all

I can see the wasted light
I can see it in the trap of your lies
You can hate your wastеd light
But you can't see it
So I cannot see your mind

So I cannot see your mind

CANNOT SEE YOUR MIND

I can see the wasted light

In the crisis of all

I can see thе wasted light
I can see it in the trap of your lies
You can hate your wasted light
But you can't see it
So I cannot see your mind

.bHP

Я вижу потраченный впустую свет.

Когда пошла волна с ИИ и все начали выставлять сгенерированные фото и видео, признаюсь, я тоже полезла, поразвлеклась и забыла)

А вчера вспомнила и решила задать вопросы из астрологии, попросила сделать расклад таро. И каково было моё удивление, когда эти запросы совпали с теми, за которые я платила деньги людям)) Не умаляю человеческий труд, но факт!)

Перед сном попросила побыть моим психологом и немного поковырялась в себе над вопросами, которые сама себе не додумалась бы задать) Интересная ты штука, ИИ!)))

• Prompt: Marble and titan landscape, quilled textures, surrealistic and futuristic, elegant digital painting by Jean Giraud. Intricately detailed, fantasy elements, 8k resolution for ultra clarity, dynamic lighting enhancing the surreal aesthetic, hyperrealism, cinematic post-processing, watercolor effects, golden ratio composition, fine-art photography of wild nature, captivating waterscapes with light reflections.

In cycles of voracity
we radiate human decay
lost within the lines drawn
it's futile, we're too far gone

we're too far gone

we're infinite points to a star
transformed into a meteor
we crashed into the universe
and turned it to obsidian

we're our own gods
holding torches to the cauldron
de-sensitized to burning corpses

In cycles of voracity
we radiate human decay
lost within the lines drawn
it's futile, we're too far gone
too far gone
it's futile, we're too far gone

tired catastrophe
radiating our skin
closing in on the glitch
breaking down from within
eclipse our sin
we let the poison win

we're too far gone

"Омнибус II"
Андерс Цорн
1892 год.
Холст, масло. 126х88 см.

Музей Изабеллы Стюарт Гарднер, Бостон

I art you, baby