The man who would be Santa, tells his son to write To call him if he needs him, in the middle of the night Don’t worry, don’t you cry now, it’ll be alright Your mother and I love you with all of heaven's might Soon the sleigh is leaving, we all each get a turn Hold on to what we gave you, have faith in what you learn
Exploring the intersection between AI and human creativity. Each piece comprises an original poem. The words of each poem were used to generate an image with AI. (Stable Diffusion 2.2.2)
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The Man Who Would Be Santa
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The man who would be Santa, tells his son to write To call him if he needs him, in the middle of the night Don’t worry, don’t you cry now, it’ll be alright Your mother and I love you with all of heaven's might Soon the sleigh is leaving, we all each get a turn Hold on to what we gave you, have faith in what you learn
Exploring the intersection between AI and human creativity. Each piece comprises an original poem. The words of each poem were used to generate an image with AI. (Stable Diffusion 2.2.2)
Note:
The tokens in this collection were minted from a contract which permanently commits metadata and assets to Arweave.
If you got one, it's a thank you.