Social Generative AI of "A creature made of sunshine Her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like something old As we twitch to her lullaby The scalpel shines in gods sunshine Street lights whisper pain Down here near the poison stream Youre god has gone insane She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry Like the scream of the butterfly Sunshine a house in flames She likes it where she gets it But its never felt the same Surgery in the house of dissection When your candle burns out I will resurrect you She runs through fields of daisies Yeah its just a shame That they eat their own babies Who cares cause the air is free When you get there will you kiss the dead for me? Theres blood on the moon And the summer is cold Theres love in the room But baby thats gettin old Theres blood on my face Sittin on" : histre

Social Generative AI : “A creature made of sunshine Her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like somethi...”

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Settings used to generate this image:

Parameter	Value
Model	Stable Diffusion v1.4
DDIM Sampling Steps	50
Random Seed	42

Code to generate this image on your computer:


            python scripts/txt2img.py --plms --n_samples=1 --n_iter=1 --ddim_steps=50 --seed=42 \
            --prompt="A creature made of sunshine Her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like something old As we twitch to her lullaby The scalpel shines in gods sunshine Street lights whisper pain Down here near the poison stream Youre god has gone insane She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry Like the scream of the butterfly Sunshine a house in flames She likes it where she gets it But its never felt the same Surgery in the house of dissection When your candle burns out I will resurrect you She runs through fields of daisies Yeah its just a shame That they eat their own babies Who cares cause the air is free When you get there will you kiss the dead for me? Theres blood on the moon And the summer is cold Theres love in the room But baby thats gettin old Theres blood on my face Sittin on"