Prompt: Regurgitation of The Absurd Ditty
Is the problem that Eye
can nazi you?
Or that you
can(ned) nazi me(@)?
Is the error in our French dip
Awe, Jew?
Palace tin
yin Yang to be free?
Malice Men yen
to Yank it from me
And I yearn, too
to Tear it from thee
swastika bipolarity is such
a high
Hill
air
itty
Causing
murder,
five-part Harmony
Urging
turgid
hive-fart profit
SEE
So...
Doh!
(isn't it "dough," DOE?)
herRAY!
(for poor)
ME.
for
Ming
Prompt: Regurgitation of The Absurd Ditty
Is the problem that Eye
can nazi you?
Or that you
can(ned) nazi me(@)?
Is the error in our French dip
Awe, Jew?
Palace tin
yin Yang to be free?
Malice Men yen
to Yank it from me
And I yearn, too
to Tear it from thee
swastika bipolarity is such
a high
Hill
air
itty
Causing
murder,
five-part Harmony
Urging
turgid
hive-fart profit
SEE
So...
Doh!
(isn't it "dough," DOE?)
herRAY!
(for poor)
ME.
for
Ming
Prompt: Are there any purely instrumental bands (no vocals or lyrics) that you would consider to be punk bands? I know there are at least a few instrumental metal bands, but I feel like punk rock would be a lot harder to pull off without a frontperson...
Prompt: A sultry
Southern belle
in a sensuous
Summer smock
Offers a
plastic Shark Chalice
- brimming with blood -
and I'm consumed
by Her
Cavalier.
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the
damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
A pup places
his pissy paws
Upon my panting lap
I'm told that
He eats
pens and panties
And peeps
into Alternate Dimensions of denim.
See you soon pup!
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin 'n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow...
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
will be unveiled
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
memories.
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us, forcefully:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
Behind us,
A child will howl:
"This is the best Fourth of July ever!"
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
heat.
like
rises
Her laughter
Her eyes a pale blue
waterline
rippled with hints of semi aquatic
Wildness
Through us,
Screaming golden pillars of
White-hot light
Rise
from Earthen
roots
Up
to kiss her
Lunar boots.
Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi
Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee
from Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon
another Holy
facade.
She told me
I would dream
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it's Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
and
Life is but a Dream
that mustn't
Prompt: There was actually one time when I was possessed for a year
So you were drinking Budweisers all through the night
I drank Gin Beams
That was like another shipment for your monsters
Laughing at my petrified parts
They pick off their pricks and they throw them like darts
Help, my ribcage has been opened
And this cut has been analytically designed
A great offer to fly your ears to a place
Where they will hear
Pure sounds
Give the kNot to the spiderface
And Sirens will answer the chirps of the Frogs
We all knew he had it coming, anyway
Well at least it wasn’t the frog who croaked
At least the mop didn’t kick the bucket
To pay my respects I kicked a field goal
To that old procession in the sky
Christ The Lord raised his hands: “It’s Good!”
Just then, Saint Peter blew the whistle
Whistleblowers are not whistling
They’re only blowing
A blow job doesn’t really involve a whole lot of blowing
A snow job doesn’t fall after a heavy snowing
If your child turns from gray to red while suffering from asthma
He may be a cop
If he fails to shed her skin every seven weeks
Change her plasma
If she circles three times like a lying dog
Give him a diorama
Of mud and sticks
And monks, for kicks
And kick off your pajamas!
And get up out of bed
To smack the smile off the face of yet another beautiful blue morning sky
I want an apple of that bite
At licking I deliver the spite
Of the decade now ending
Adjacent to many new kinds of spanking mental patients
Prompt: We should start a band together, thereby throwing a monkey wrench in the Longstanding Poetry Feud between Trinidad and Raton that I don't think actually exists and I just made up. Whaddya say? Here, so as to really commit to this idea, I'm going to plug this post into an A.I Art Generator and paste the results below. Did I mention that the songs our band performs will consist of "Covers" of songs that are A.I. generated by plugging in our Poetry, the song title, and some musical text prompts? See my blog for details. You can probably find it without a link. It's on Wordpress and is called IMa.Gi.BAND... Which does not mean that I aM in a G.I. BAND. Like a miliitary band. Our band will not be a military band. Based on the music A.I. has been generating on my behalf for the past 7 1/2 months, our band will make very diverse music, but it will probably skew towards Avant Garde Choral Swing Post-Punk House Music with a touch of Outsider Folk.
Then again, a band featuring Two Bipolar Poets (I'm assuming you are also bipolar since most poets are) might cause the earthquake that would collapse the Pass between Raton and Trinidad but I think we'll just have to take that chance...
Prompt: Disco insanity
I can't believe that
I killed him
Granted he
took a bulldozer
And started to doze
Before breaking
And smash sheeen!
The neighborhood's
toes
Prompt: A sultry Southern belle in a sensuous Summer smock Offers a plastic Shark Chalice - brimming with blood - and I'm consumed by Her Cavalier. The glove compartment lays open upon my lap, panting Russian science friction into the damp heaviness. Beyond the Elysian fields A pup places his pissy paws Upon my panting lap I'm told that He eats pens and panties And peeps into Alternate Dimensions of denim. See you soon pup! Now we revolve, Sipping Gin 'n eggs And improvising high coups. She waves a red fan Clearing the smoke-filled air for Act Two, which shall unravel Calliope-slow... Mirror grotesques and iron railings will be unveiled Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney memories. We'll return to the Mississippi Where the full orange Moon - with cloud-shrouded mystery - Shall command of us, forcefully: Look at Me! See! Through technicolored 'splosions Swirling war-story glories Beneath the stars Above bumbling barges Behold me! Be reborn! Behind us, A child will howl: "This is the best Fourth of July ever!" Above the brass whoops, Vibrating animal hides, and Frightened car alarms, heat. like rises Her laughter Her eyes a pale blue waterline rippled with hints of semi aquatic Wildness Through us, Screaming golden pillars of White-hot light Rise from Earthen roots Up to kiss her Lunar boots. Shadow of the hornless beast Babble on, Bobble-Head Corpus Christi Pez dispenser Mary hath casteth thee from Flowering Hands, mellifluously A malevolent miracle Beneath the flood lights Beaming upon another Holy facade. She told me I would dream Of desperate-for-love cake Baby kings Yet it's Seven a.m. In New Orleans and Life is but a Dream that mustn't Fall to Sleep
Prompt: A sultry
Southern belle
in a sensuous
Summer smock
Offers a
plastic Shark Chalice
- brimming with blood -
and I'm consumed
by Her
Cavalier.
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the
damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
A pup places
his pissy paws
Upon my panting lap
I'm told that
He eats
pens and panties
And peeps
into Alternate Dimensions of denim.
See you soon pup!
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin 'n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow...
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
will be unveiled
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
memories.
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us, forcefully:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
Behind us,
A child will howl:
"This is the best Fourth of July ever!"
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
heat.
like
rises
Her laughter
Her eyes a pale blue
waterline
rippled with hints of semi aquatic
Wildness
Through us,
Screaming golden pillars of
White-hot light
Rise
from Earthen
roots
Up
to kiss her
Lunar boots.
Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi
Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee
from Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon
another Holy
facade.
She told me
I would dream
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it's Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
and
Life is but a Dream
that mustn't
Fall
to
Sleep
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.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
