Prompt: An old man without a beard sits in an old leather chair with holes where straw comes out. A mouse sticks its head out of some of the holes. Behind the man stands a dark person in a black coat with a hoody. A skull can be vaguely seen in the hoody. The room has mainly dark brown tones. In front of a dirty window through which pale light shines, there are cobwebs and dust rags. In the corner stands a scythe. On the wall hang colorful family photos that shine brightly among all the darkness.
Prompt: A battery like a doll with hands and feet stands bent over while its tired eyes look forward. On the gray dusty ground lie all small yellow balls that emit small lightning bolts. The sky in the background has a purple glow through which hazy yellow sunbeams shine.
Prompt: Children in military uniforms sit shoulder to shoulder in a trench and look up. They hold catapults and guns made from pipe in their hands. Wooden beams support the walls of the trench. The ground is muddy. Above the trench you can see branches of trees with sunbeams shining between the leaves in the trench.
Prompt: A fat dirty greasy man with light yellow hair and pig like eyes in an old broken blue suit with a red tie sits on a broken old chair with the fabric made of an American flag. In his hands he holds two dolls. In front of him on the floor sits a skinny little girl who reaches out her hands to the dolls. The floor is covered with old broken toys. An old broken teddy bear with 1 eye lies among them.
The room itself has dirty broken windows. The walls are covered with Spider rag. On one wall is an old photo of the Christmas man. The list is broken the glass is shattered.
Through the windows wind blows in snow.
Prompt: Create an image that symbolizes the end time as predicted in the Bible in a horrific way.
Just make one little spot where you can see the predicted glory.
Prompt: An old man sits in an old armchair. A faint glow surrounds him, with luminous particles slowly rising. He sits in a room with a cobwebbed, broken-pane window to his right. On the wall behind him hang yellowed black-and-white photos of family members. On the left, an old door stands open. In the opening stands the reaper, his scythe staring at the man.
Prompt: All these aired opinions, spoken and written, change little in the polarized bubbles of dissenters. Within their own bubble, everyone enjoys the confirmation of their verbal rightness. Trolls try to break into the other bubbles. Not to be right, but to provoke others and, from behind their keyboards through their screens, to enjoy unproven comments about someone who has been seduced into the created darkness. This is based on the idea that the pen is mightier than the sword that has been forged into a plow. Colliding bubbles that do not merge but instead lead to greater distance.
Prompt: Opinions, opinions, opinions! You're bombarded with them in all sorts of media. From nicely analyzed by the brain to the word-like diarrhea of angry, disappointed, know-it-all, sick people. Amidst all this diarrhea, nothing smells or looks pleasant anymore. The opinion sewer is commercialized because people like to be tickled in their guts and think they can eventually find true happiness in a manipulated and polarized world. Egged on by those who produce the most beautiful diarrhea, they allow themselves to be lured into a trap and used by the true profiteers of the opinion chaos in this world. They control their puppets with invisible strings. Who are they? Not the ones who suffer the disadvantages, but the ones who profit from them.
Prompt: A man looks in a mirror, but there's no reflection. The mirrors to his left and right also have no reflection. Photos and folders lie on the table. More crates containing folders lie on the floor. Spiderwebs and dust bunnies hang in the corners of the room. A happy spider with purple eyes and a top hat sits on the table.
Prompt: "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."
Prompt: A photo-realistic composite image with a desaturated, sepia-toned color palette. In the center, a deeply weathered, concrete wall is covered with thousands of faded, handwritten names and dates, interwoven with scratched-out faces and desperate pleas. A crack in the wall, illuminated by a harsh, unnatural light, reveals a gaping void from which shadowy, skeletal arms reach out, their fingers grasping at the air. Reflected in a puddle of stagnant water at the base of the wall is a distorted, almost demonic face with glowing red eyes, belonging to a figure in a uniform holding a whip and observing the scene with a cold, detached gaze. Surrounding the wall is a barren, snow-covered landscape with frozen, skeletal trees. Scattered around are discarded children's toys and tattered clothes, covered in frost. Above the scene, a flock of crows with glowing red eyes flies in a chaotic, swirling pattern, casting long, menacing shadows that form the shape of a skull. The overall mood is one of profound sorrow, loss, and the ever-present shadow of human barbarity.
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.
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.
