Prompt: I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun,
See how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a corn flake,
Waiting for the van to come.
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday,
Man you've been a naughty boy.
You let your face grow long.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men.
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob.
Mister City policeman sitting,
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying,
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men,
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the egg man (now good sir)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune's blows)
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob (good pity).
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah).
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I'm crying.
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men,
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob.
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper.
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa).
Slave
Thou hast slain me.
Villain, take my purse.
If I ever
Bury my body.
The letters which though find'st about me.
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester.
Seek him out upon the British Party.
O untimely death.
I know thee well.
A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress.
As badness would desire.
What, is is he dead?
Sit you down, Father, rest you.
Prompt: I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun,
See how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a corn flake,
Waiting for the van to come.
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday,
Man you've been a naughty boy.
You let your face grow long.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men.
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob.
Mister City policeman sitting,
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying,
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men,
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the egg man (now good sir)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune's blows)
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob (good pity).
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah).
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I'm crying.
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men,
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob.
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper.
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa).
Slave
Thou hast slain me.
Villain, take my purse.
If I ever
Bury my body.
The letters which though find'st about me.
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester.
Seek him out upon the British Party.
O untimely death.
I know thee well.
A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress.
As badness would desire.
What, is is he dead?
Sit you down, Father, rest you.
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Prompt:
I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun,
See how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a corn flake,
Waiting for the van to come.
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday,
Man you've been a naughty boy.
You let your face grow long.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men.
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob.
Mister City policeman sitting,
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying,
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men,
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the egg man (now good sir)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune's blows)
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob (good pity).
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah).
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I'm crying.
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe.
I am the egg man,
They are the egg men,
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob.
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper.
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa).
Slave
Thou hast slain me.
Villain, take my purse.
If I ever
Bury my body.
The letters which though find'st about me.
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester.
Seek him out upon the British Party.
O untimely death.
I know thee well.
A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress.
As badness would desire.
What, is is he dead?
Sit you down, Father, rest you.
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Automotive paint
The sun from behind
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Don Martin
Multidimensional embedding
Transcendent Spirit and Divine
LUIS BUÑUEL AND ANGUS MCBEAN
Surrealism and realismo mágico
theater backdrop and stop motion multiplane camera and Pop-up book
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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