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    Surreal portrait of a man, but his head is a large, textured lemon with an exaggerated, wide, angry mouth. He’s biting down on a thick, smoldering cigar, the tip glowing fiercely with red and orange embers, casting an ominous light on his lemony skin. Smoke curls dramatically around him, forming abstract shapes in the air. His suit is a sharp pinstripe, but his tie is comically skewed. In one hand, he’s holding a martini glass with a tiny umbrella and a wedge of lime, and in the other, a deck of playing cards mid-shuffle. The background is a vibrant swirl of oranges, yellows, and greens, adding to the absurd, chaotic energy.
    Surreal portrait of a man, but his head is a large, textured lemon with an exaggerated, wide, angry mouth. He’s biting down on a thick, smoldering cigar, the tip glowing fiercely with red and orange embers, casting an ominous light on his lemony skin. Smoke curls dramatically around him, forming abstract shapes in the air. His suit is a sharp pinstripe, but his tie is comically skewed. In one hand, he’s holding a martini glass with a tiny umbrella and a wedge of lime, and in the other, a deck of playing cards mid-shuffle. The background is a vibrant swirl of oranges, yellows, and greens, adding to the absurd, chaotic energy.
    Surreal portrait of a man, but his head is a large, textured lemon with an exaggerated, wide, angry mouth. He’s biting down on a thick, smoldering cigar, the tip glowing fiercely with red and orange embers, casting an ominous light on his lemony skin. Smoke curls dramatically around him, forming abstract shapes in the air. His suit is a sharp pinstripe, but his tie is comically skewed. In one hand, he’s holding a martini glass with a tiny umbrella and a wedge of lime, and in the other, a deck of playing cards mid-shuffle. The background is a vibrant swirl of oranges, yellows, and greens, adding to the absurd, chaotic energy.
    A melancholic extraterrestrial, crazy, wild, zany, unique, powerful, in focus, 80s, posing for a band photo, perched on Emory University's steps, seeks solace in a vibrant green hued smoldering cigarette as his wrecked spacecraft burns. Honestly, the coolest alien you'll ever meet, women are drawn to her like flies, they're just so damn chill and badass, and ze dresses to the nines, Pen State, full of happy students, an otherworldly being wearing 90s slacker clothes sits in dejection, photographed by esteemed War photographer, cigar in mouth, puffing thick turquoise, the ruins of her vessel ablaze. The whole album was truly beautiful, zen, moving, radical, really, for the 90s, and I don't honestly know how the fuck we deserved it, A forlorn visitor from the stars, grounded by misfortune in the year 2010, finds bitter respite in huffing a dreamy purple mist doobie as her bling bling ship smolders in ruin. Produced by Wes Anderson. She's hot, sexy, punk: intense sex appeal, tagged as gross, creepy, unsettling, bizarre, and bokeh, in a 1970s um, uh, an award winning motion picture, Ridley Scott directs as, outside the NYU campus, a pink rhinestone encrusted alien figure contemplates their plight, exhaling cold tinted vapor from their beside the flaming husk of their crashed ship
    close-up, hand of an elderly man, between his fingers he holds a thick smoldering cigar, there is smoke, on the ring finger a large gold ring with a pattern, a thin woolen blue suit in a small check, the sleeve of a white shirt with a square cufflinks, night, moody chiaroscuro lighting, aidmaimageupgrader

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