Job p1789250386-293 complete
prompt: THE CONFESSIONAL — (the booth that holds two truths:1.3) an insurance adjuster smelling of fraud — the fall guy — in a janitor's coveralls with a debonair neck-tie, at a back office behind the boxing ring of the screen, watching your own name flash in neon spoken in the moon in braces of cloud's candle. steam meeting a cold awning of the held breath; dangerous at a low simmer of the incoming confession. (Two-chamber framing, the grate as the horizon, one shadowed voice to each side). an 85mm for the femme fatale close-up, blind slats striping the face, graded underexposed with blown practicals. BREAK a cat crossing with the answer the screen's carved wood; the checkerboard of an empty diner floor, cigarette butts like a confession spilled the kneeler's wear; a pigeon that watches like a witness, a cat with his own alibi, a dog that heard the whole thing a moth at the candle. a skyline of unlit towers the dark nave. BREAK the glint of a round being chambered, silver rain off an umbrella's rib, a streetlight's wet halo the candle's breathing flame. a hatcheck stub in a dead man's coat, a prayer-card in a poker table's edge, a broken heel by the fire-escape, a stalled clock in the library of the case, a wedding ring worn on the wrong hand
exact prompt sent: imagine THE CONFESSIONAL — (the booth that holds two truths:1.3) an insurance adjuster smelling of fraud — the fall guy — in a janitor's coveralls with a debonair neck-tie, at a back office behind the boxing ring of the screen, watching your own name flash in neon spoken in the moon in braces of cloud's candle. steam meeting a cold awning of the held breath; dangerous at a low simmer of the incoming confession. (Two-chamber framing, the grate as the horizon, one shadowed voice to each side). an 85mm for the femme fatale close-up, blind slats striping the face, graded underexposed with blown practicals. BREAK a cat crossing with the answer the screen's carved wood; the checkerboard of an empty diner floor, cigarette butts like a confession spilled the kneeler's wear; a pigeon that watches like a witness, a cat with his own alibi, a dog that heard the whole thing a moth at the candle. a skyline of unlit towers the dark nave. BREAK the glint of a round being chambered, silver rain off an umbrella's rib, a streetlight's wet halo the candle's breathing flame. a hatcheck stub in a dead man's coat, a prayer-card in a poker table's edge, a broken heel by the fire-escape, a stalled clock in the library of the case, a wedding ring worn on the wrong hand
