Prompt: I am sad and angry, I feel powerless
My ideals die one by one
Even if you do your best, it doesn't help a single pest
Things are getting worse and worse around us
Sometimes I think: "Never mind, fighting is pointless
Because anyone who plays dirty has already won
You only win with tanks and guns
And no sensible person can argue against something like that
And when you do fight, you fight against your better judgment
The decision about us has long been made quietly
It's about power, because power is money
And you protect that with violence
And anyone who doesn't want to participate is crazy or at least an anarchist."
Sometimes I think despondently: "If I live to be fifty
Without a war or a toxic cloud, it's a miracle
Because I think we're going to hell sooner
Has the whole madhouse collapsed before?
Then I get scared, panic sets in, I want to flee
But as Annie Schmidt already wrote: that is no longer possible
The future is almost over, my last holdout is you
I really mean that, even if I sometimes hurt you out of sheer desperation
Because you and me, that's true
We belong to each other
Oh God, I hope so, you and me
There is so much danger
But we shelter together
Your cheek against my hair, you and me
Prompt: A city in the background with an angel flying around
At the front the jungle opens up so you can see the city. Unpleasant and filthy it is
The colors of the jungle are bright
Prompt: I am a alien
No matter how hard I try I don't fit in
Always all on my own,
Sad and lonely
All I want is for someone to play with me
Long ago I was a little girl yeah I was never ever able to fit in
My teachers at school would try to tell me what to do but, yo I would never listen
'Cause I was high all the time, stoned out of my little fucking mind
Misunderstood, lost and confused looking for a sign
All the popular kids at school were always super mean to me and made me cry
I never knew what I should do so I just walked away and said "Fuck off and die"
They said that I'm weird, that I'm ugly, and that I suck
I knew that one day all of those kids would grow up to be boring as fuck
I am a alien
No matter how hard I try I don't fit in
Always all on my own, sad and lonely
All I want is for someone to play with me
I am a alien
No matter how hard I try I don't fit in
Always all on my own, sad and lonely
All I want is for someone to play with me
I close my eyes and float into the night I like to let my mind drift
Make a jump into a new dimension
Thank God I got that gift
Ever since I was a little kid
Always on that next shit
These whack copycat ball bags can suck my motherfucking dick
Sometimes it feels like coming from this planet people are so sick and twisted
I don't wanna fit in anyway, I'd rather be a misfit
Fuck a normal life, that's lame, me I'm insane in the brain
They love-a me because I'm different,
I love-a them because they're all the same
I am a alien
No matter how hard I try I don't fit in
Always all on my own, sad and lonely
All I want is for someone to play with me
I am a alien
No matter how hard I try I don't fit in
Always all on my own, sad and lonely
All I want is for someone to play with me
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Prompt: Hell is going loose. Revenge by bloody angels will come down from heaven to search for the evil ones.
To show them and let them feel the hurt they did to others. Karma is not made by man but by time
The bastard rabbit looks with no emotion to what happens.
Prompt: Brain cells are connected to each other. This drawing has been in my head for a long time and today I made it. All those cells stored in our skull collect our new experiences and create memories that are linked and colored by what we have already experienced. They then also determine how we look at new stimuli from our senses and how we feel. I once understood that brains are lazy, which means that fast connections are created to do a lot with little energy. That probably explains the bubble thinking and polarization. Thoughts that require a lot of effort are the most interesting for gaining new insights. Maybe that's why all the connections in my drawing are almost the same thickness. Then every thought gets a chance to be there.
The #huiskamerartiest tries to be open to approaching reality from all kinds of angles.
Prompt: It started with chaos. The huiskamerartiest didn't see much yet. Until I added Flying Hallejula. There are children of a fan who look for this figure in my drawings. I think that's a nice compliment.
At the same time, the image with the colors of the rainbow was created. Once united in the visible light spectrum, now separated but in fact still connected. The gap between people has been artificially created by a separate type of person. Who knows, it may be the influence of what happens in the unseen spectrum that explains the behavior of separating rather than uniting us.
Prompt: “Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.” Over 99% of all species that ever lived are now extinct.
Evolution is not always going to make a species the fittest to survive.
Intelligence has given humans advantage but now it is threatening our survival.
Better be a cockroach no worries like a over Thinking human.
Is artificial intelligence the next species to try to rule the world.
Prompt: Intriguing abstract concept, intricate web of reality, hidden manipulators, office in Washington, unseen designers, choreographed reality, interpretation of international events, media distribution, behind-the-scenes manipulation, conspiracy theory, mysterious figures, shadows of power, hidden agendas, surreal digital art, dark color palette, dramatic lighting, dystopian atmosphere, by Banksy, Behance portfolio.
Prompt: Greed: the desire for and love of possessions. “Sin … is a failure in genuine love for God and neighbor caused by a perverse attachment to certain goods
Prompt: Sloth (or Acedia): physical laziness, also disinterest in spiritual matters or neglecting spiritual growth. “Acedia or spiritual sloth goes so far as to refuse the joy that comes from God and to be repelled by divine goodness”
Prompt: Make the drawing look like it is made of scrap metal.
Let it looks like a beast ready to attack.
Like a robot in the world of Mad max in the dessert
Prompt: See there! A son is born
and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders,
and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly
and not to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family
Is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea,
he dares the tardy tide
to wash them all aside.
Prompt: A woman is sitting enthousiastic on the back of a giraffe while children are playing on the ground.
A fantasy sun shines in the sky with a big smile.
A rainbow brightens up the sky.
Prompt: Overzicht
Songteksten
Luisteren
Andere opnamen
Everybody's got to live together
All the people got to understand
So, love your neighbour
Like you love your brother
Come on and join the band
Well, all you need is love and understanding
Ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebrating
Come on and let your feelings show
Love is all, well love is all
Love is all, can't you hear the call
Oh, love is all you need
Love is all you need at the Butterfly Ball
Ain't you happy that we're all together
At the ball in nature's countryside
And although we're wearing different faces
Nobody wants to hide
Love is all and love is all and
It's easy, yes it's so easy
At the Butterfly Ball where love is all
And It's so easy
All you need is love and understanding
Ring the bell and let the people know
We're so happy and we're celebrating
Let your feelings show
Love is all, yes love is all at the Butterfly Ball
Love is big, love is small
Love is free, love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
When your back's to the wall
When you're starting to fall
You got something to lean on
Love is everything
It can make you sing at the Butterfly Ball
Love is all, I say love is all, yes love is all
At the Butterfly Ball
Prompt: Life is like a balloon being filled with all kind of negative thoughts. The tension rices. The balloon can explode. You Don't know what your balloon can handle. Good thoughts makes space and tension is becoming less.
By letting nothing inside you can prevent tension but you miss also good things
Prompt: An old man has an hourglas in his hand. He is watching hoe the last grains of sand are going down.
In the back the grim reaper is watching with a smile. Happy to guide the old man to a better place.
The room is like it is in an old castle.
Through the windows purple light comes inside.
From a Fireplace yellow light fills the rest of the room.
On a desk there are a lot of books filled with wisdom.
Prompt: A man is flying above ruins. They are covered with plants. Water is between all the piles of stones.
The sky is blue and bright.
Nobody else is left.
The man is the last of mankind.
He is not longer sad. It was al predicted. In the blue sky a wormhole opens. Inside it an angel is waiting for the last of a failed kind.
Prompt: High above old ruïnes a man is flying like a superhero
Between al the ruïnes you see clear bright water.
The ruïnes are covered with plants.
It is peaceful.
The sky is blue.
Prompt: Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky?
He got an ice pick
That made his ears burn
Whatever happened to dear old Lenny?
The great Elmyra, and Sancho Panza?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to all the heroes?
All the Shakespearoes?
They watched their Rome burn
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more
Whatever happened to all the heroes?
All the Shakespearoes?
They watched their Rome burn
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more
Prompt: Once a virus has entered, it spreads its DNA or RNA into the host's body. After which new viruses are built that can penetrate other hosts in different ways.
If you have good resistance, your body usually switches them off. After which you are often more resistant to a new infection.
It's the same with opinions. They come to you and make you think more or less, after which you can also spread them. What yardstick do you use to measure your opinions? How open are you to other insights or have you already been lured into a bubble?
Fear is a bad advisor, they say. Fear is abused by people who want to impose their opinions on you. A scared brain thinks differently. The moral compass will be positioned differently.
The huiskamerartiest thinks about these kinds of things. With polarization you usually have a silent majority and on both sides extreme people with opinions who try to draw people towards them. History has proven that solutions do not lie there. Ultimately, the silent majority rises like a sleeping giant. Like parents who let fighting children try to find a solution themselves, but intervene when things get too crazy. I think the current world is pretty crazy.
Prompt: Identity theft is often seen as something where they take over your identity to take money and belongings.
However, there is also a form of identity theft when people bully, put down, humiliate, ignore, deny other people warmth and make them feel worthless. If you are a victim of this, it is extremely difficult to become the person that is actually inside you. You certainly become someone through all those experiences. But will you become the person you actually wanted or could have been? Everyone wants to matter and be valuable. Everyone essentially has a need to belong. Until belonging hurts more than the loneliness of being alone.
The huiskamerartiest discovers many people who convert their experiences into positive actions. In art, music, lyrics but also in how they help others. Perhaps to help themselves as well. An anger about injustice that gives them energy to do this.
Anger is an energy sings PIL in the song Rise.
Prompt: Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquittance
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many
Now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood
Prompt: A brain looking like a shaken snowball where thoughts are floating around in the head of the man.
The shaking isn't finished and the man is waiting hopefully till the Snowflakes fall down and give meaning to all the thoughts he has.
Around him are flying little angels whispering words. In between little demons are shouting.
Prompt: Voor de voleinding.
In dit hexagram wordt de toestand vergeleken met een oude vos die over het ijs loopt... Hij weet precies hoe hij zich moet gedragen om niet door het ijs te zakken en veilig aan de overkant te raken.
Zo zou jij ook je problemen moeten aanpakken: voorzichtig en zachtjes aan. Want de opgave waar je voor geplaatst bent; is immens groot en zwaar Toch heb je alle kans op slagen. Je zult moeten scheppen in de complete verwarring die nu heerst. En dat kan niet zomaar in een vingerknip.
Maar als je je energie aanwendt op de juiste manier en de juiste plaats, dan krijg je het gewenste effect, belooft, de I Tjing.
Dit laatste hexagram geeft een bijzonder moeilijke toestand aan, die voorlopig negatief lijkt, maar die heel gunstig zal evolueren.
Zowel op financieel vlak als op liefdesgebied kun je krijgen waar je naar verlangt. Alleen zul je nog even moeten volhouden.
En de tijd zijn werk laten doen.
Prompt: Thinking about all disasters men can put on itself. Pollution, climate change, world war three, biological warfare, cybercrime, starvation, extermination of species, hate crimes and so on.
As if nature itself has no possibilities to destroy us.
Sad.
A man stands like a phrofet watching all of this.
High in the sky an angel of Doom is preparing.
Prompt: Darkness is surrounding a man who is lying on the ground. His hands are for his Face.
At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light Demons are flying like vultures above the man. There eyes are purple, there hands are claws. On the ground you see splattered purple paint. A scary dead tree is standing in the background.
Black drops of rain are falling down
Prompt: Darkness is surrounding a man who is standing up in a powerful way. He is fighting and wrestling with demons trying to hurt him. Some are injured and are laying atbhis feet
At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light Demons are flying above the man. There eyes are purple, there hands are claws. On the ground you see splattered purple paint. A scary dead tree is standing in the background.
Prompt: Darkness is surrounding a standing man who is feeling anger.
The man is ready to join the demons and take revenge in them who made him suffer.
An angel with a white cloack and white wings is standing in front of the man trying to peace him.
At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light Demons are flying above the man. There eyes are purple, there hands are claws.
One demon is standing behind the man and his black wings are surrounding the man.
On the ground you see splattered purple paint. A scary dead tree is standing in the background. Black drops of rain are falling down
Prompt: Darkness is surrounding a standing man who is feeling confused. An female angel with a white cloack and white wings is with the man trying to peace him. She hughs him in a loving way. . A light is surrounding her head. At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light Demons are flying above the man. There eyes are purple, there hands are claws. One demon is standing angry behind the man and his black wings are surrounding the man. On the ground you see splattered purple paint. A scary dead tree is standing in the background. Black drops of rain are falling down
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.