Prompt: A shiny golden spider web hangs above a blue velvety background. A silver shiny spider sits in the middle of the web. A purple shiny fly with red compound eyes is stuck in the web
Prompt: Each year they parade her about, The traditional Halloween witch. Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, A toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw protracting form. A bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this is abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween caricature, I disagree, I believe this to be how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches were women, were abducted in the night and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under secrecy of darkness and presented by the light of day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any saw a frightened normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture, to be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her, and to give names or say whatever would stop the questions.
Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch. As the witch was paraded through the town, in route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various, horrible ways, all created to free and save her soul from her depraved body.
The jeering crowds viewed the result of hours of torture. The face, bruised and broken by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone, replaced by a grimace of broken teeth, and torn gums that leer beneath a battered disfigured nose.
The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken, twisted hands clutched the wagon for support. Fractured fingers locked like cropping claws to steady her broken body.
All semblance of humanity gone. This was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween Witch and hold her sacred. I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.
Each year I shed tears of respect.
Prompt: A steampunk like machine with black smoke is standing in a desolated landscape.
In the front is standing a man with a big hammer.
On top of the machine a fat man in a expensive suite and a big cigar in his mouth watched with fear to the man in the front.
The sky is filled with red clouds.
Prompt: Fly straight with perfection
Find me a new direction
You never realized the things they said
We'll never realize until we're dead
The fires they burned along the coast of triumphs
The ebony embittered souls of children
We'll seek another way before too long
But will you stop my wind before I'm gone
And when you find me all alone
Your world has never been my own
And when you find me
And when you find me all alone
Your world has never been my own
My friend you're black and when you fly you're wild
I am white sometimes I behave just like a child
The northern seas are cold but they're our own
We'll sail your southern seas before too long
When I was a viking
My friend he was the raven
Prompt: Imagine being so stupid that you look at this treasonous, traitorous, totally corrupt, self-serving, ignorant clown, this racist, semi-literate moron, this sexually-assaulting, pathologically-lying, feeble minded, morally bankrupt, constitutionally-illiterate simpleton, this bloated nitwit with his cotton candy hair, radioactive tinted skin and obese dishevelment, and think, "Now that is a guy I really admire"
Prompt: in a large empty round room there is a large coffee machine in the middle of the room. You can tap coffee all around. There are lots of people chatting standing in a circle around the coffee machine. There is an comic style elephant sitting on top of the coffee machine.
Prompt: Started differently than usual with lines made of dashes. Boxes are created and I started filling them with colors and doodles. The huiskamerartiest feels watched by the drawing. Reflections of thinking. Mirrored feelings. DNA strings that form your body and brains that prepare to be inhabited by your thoughts, your feelings, your memories, built from what all your senses experience, interpret and let it learn. On the way to where the body can no longer accommodate what you have collected as a soul. Just heard that we are all droplets that rise from a large mass and eventually return there.
Prompt: The old man opens his eyes. Tears are going slowly over his cheeks.
Watching to a world that didn't change a bit.
All efforts have made no difference.
The people of the world are not capable to defeat the evil hooked up in men.
To destroy evil you have to become evil yourself.
All is just going in a endless spiral of building and destruction again and again and again.
The sky is dark filled with dark clouds filled with demons with claws instead of fingers. There green eyes are lightening up the clouds.
Prompt: A purple ghost is flying around a sad man. Only thing left for the man are memories. He is looking at a purple building with yellow windows and a silver metal decoration at the front. Graffitis fill the walls. Trash cans lay everywhere He is standing on a half pipe with a skateboard in his hand. The floor is wet of rain. The lights of the building are reflecting in the pools.
Prompt: Black night is not right
I don't feel so bright
I don't care to sit tight
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
That I'm free, free to be me
Black night is a long way from home
I don't need a dark tree
I don't want a rough sea
I can't feel, I can't see
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
That I'm free, free to be me
Black night is a long way from home
Black night, black night
I don't need black night
I can't see dark night
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
That I'm free, free to be me
Black night is a long way from home
Prompt: A wind is blowing from left to right and takes the elements of the drawing with it.
It is crumbling down like dust in the wind.
The red is a rusty iron construction letting go what is in top of it.
Prompt: A man has an green protective suit on. He has a gasmask on his face with a long tube connected to a backpack. On his feet he has red rubber boots.
In his hands he has a big raygun looking very futuristic.
On the ground are laying barrels of radioactive waste and biohazard material. The signs are on the barrel.
A yellow fluid with up popping bubbles floats between the barrels. Purple smoke is rising up from the floor to the sky.
Little monsters with claws and big blue eyes are sitting on the barrels.
The Journey of Seasons: A Life's Path Anger never dies
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Prompt: See the leaves how slow they tumble down
Covering the green and yellow lawn
As proof of what has been and what will come
Enjoying hazy lights of early dawn
It ain't good enough, good enough
Good enough to try and not succeed, succeed
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
See the tears how slow they tumble down
Covering believe in empty vows
As proof of what has been and what will be
Alcohol puts us both to sleep
It ain't good enough, good enough
Good enough to try and not succeed, succeed
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
Anger never dies
It's part of live
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
We tend to lose
Prompt: A man looks into a round tunnel with a bright light in the colours of the rainbow at the end. On the inside of the tunnel hang pictures of a life. Starting with a baby. The further into the tunnel, the older the children in the pictures become. At the top of the tunnel hang lamps at regular intervals that radiate a yellow light. On the ground walk little angels in a blue glow and little devils in a red glow.
Prompt: Put Trump in a scene and dress like he's Caligula. With a horse as a senator. This in the middle of a baganal with drink, food, slaves and dancing women. Let the madness drip off. Put scared senators around him.
Prompt: A little boy and girl stand hand in hand looking down a street with grey and dark rubble of broken buildings on the left and right. Out of the rubble comes smoke and there are little fires. It is raining and the streets are full of holes and covered with puddles. The sky is full of dark clouds. It is a dark and gloomy scene.
Prompt: De strijd tussen goed en kwaad is het oerverhaal van de mensheid. Hoe samen te leven. Dan krijg je al vlug het beeld van het engeltje en het duiveltje op je schouders die in je oor fluisteren wat je het beste kunt doen.
Als je op je zwakst bent, ben je gemakkelijk te beïnvloeden. Haat en wraak t.o.v. diegenen die je de schuld geeft van hoe je je voelt, zijn gemakkelijke emoties.
Woede is energie waardoor je je een soort van sterk voelt.
Maar uiteindelijk moet je vechten tegen je eigen demonen in je hoofd die je moet verslaan om je echt sterk te voelen.
Prompt: A man is fighting with a horrible snake who is spitting poisson all around. The tail of the snake is curling around the man's body. The snake has red and green scales. The eyes of the snake are green. The tongue is red and split. The man and the snake are fighting before a big old tree.
The man has a big axe with which he is chopping the snake. The snake is bleeding.
Prompt: Slowly the old man sinks into a pool of mud. A lot of snake like tentacles emerge from the pool and grab the man and pull him down. He looks up resignedly at a fading light that rises to a blue-gray sky filled with small green demons with bright red eyes high in the sky
Prompt: A man is watching how alien robots with six legs are walking through a destroyed landscape sending laserbeams to surviving live.
The man is holding a mirror to reflect the laserbeams back to the aliens.
The sky is filled with smoke raising up from burning buildings.
Prompt: Een man staat aan het strand met een bal zand in zijn hand.
Gekneed uit zand en water om het te bewaren voor later.
Eens was dat zand een door oerkrachten gevormde grote berg, die langzaam versleet door lucht en wind.
Door rivieren vervoert, kwam wat eens een massa van betekenis was het zand op een verlaten strand.
In de handen van de man kwam het zand weer bij elkaar om te dromen van een ver verleden even tot een verhaal gekneed in het heden.
Zoals een droom langzaam wegglijd uit je bewustzijn als je ontwaakt, verdween de bal zand uit de hand toen deze door zeewater werd geraakt.
Prompt: A young man lies in a hospital bed with brown sheets. Around the bed hang dozens of IVs with red, white and black liquid that let fluid flow to the man. In the middle of the wall hangs a gigantic loudspeaker with vibrating speakers in a white circle on a red wall. Musical notes splash around in all directions. The floor is covered with sewage liquid with rats running between them.
Prompt: An male astronaut in a steampunk suit walks on the moon. In the background is a big shiny steampunk spaceship. An astronaut in a steampunk suit drives in a beautiful steampunk car. Behind the car is a cloud of moon dust. On the horizon, you see the earth in full light with Europe to see.
Prompt: Just get away. All of you can is disappear for all I care I don't feel like learning to be good I'll end up in the gutter anyway Children don't want to play with me Call me a rat and point at me The only one I care about He's never there, that's my dad My mother can't stand me I never do anything right for her I don't even have to ask for love Swearing is all she does No wonder my dad went sailing I wasn't allowed to come along, I'm too small I have to do it on my own Until he comes back someday If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone Maybe when dad is on the ship When he's back from the sea He says again, listen Cis Why don't you come with me I'm only a child after all I can't do it all alone Maybe I'll find happiness someday But how that's a big problem If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone
Prompt: The ovum explodes into a human being. The brain is increasingly filled with thick, thin and dying paths due to lack of energy. More and more information is stored, ordered, logically and illogically combined into wisdom or madness. Self-defense consists of blocking certain paths. Paths that you do not want to go on. Sometimes you do not have to go on until a harsh reality destroys blockages. The rawness suffocates you, makes you small. You learn or you do not. The road to the end is always tempting. An end out of fear or an end out of resignation. Knowing that life is a snake that bites its own tail. The inevitable repetition.
Prompt: A king is sitting proud on his throne with a crown, a scepter and a big sword in medieval clothing. A lot of gold and red velvet Behind him an angry peasant crowd is storming in with pitchforks and flails. Some have burning thorches in their hands. They are yelling and screaming and throwing stones
Behind the crowd a castle is burning.
Prompt: A hand just barely sticks out of a pool of quicksand surrounded by ghostly roots and branches. Gas from the quicksand bubbles up. At the edge of the swamp is an old wooden sign with the alpha omega sign on it. The beginning and the end. This scene is lit by a full moon that casts shadows from the trees onto the ground.
Prompt: Music is an outlet for me in many ways. Drawing is a second outlet. As huiskamerartiest, I make a lot of drawings, usually with music playing in the background. For various reasons, I've created all sorts of playlists on Spotify and YouTube. The Rats playlist, see the link below, slowly filled with songs that gave space to many emotions. This was due to the lyrics, the aggression, the sadness, the title, and the meaning I gave them. In the red box, I've written all sorts of words that fit these. I've often listened to this list as a kind of therapy. If you listen, you'll probably recognize some of it. Ultimately, it became a dark, murky space in an almost closed environment, a kind of prison where escape ultimately becomes the ultimate goal, and what you leave behind, but also take with you, are memories.
Prompt: Slowly time burns out.
A clock is ticking his last seconds away.
In the hour glass a last piece of sand drops down.
The sun sets and the sun dail has no shadow anymore.
A man is looking at all this devices created by men to measure time .
The floor is covered with dust. Spider rag is between all the devices in the room
Prompt: A silver ball falls into a golden liquid. The golden liquid splashes upwards in creamy droplets. In the golden liquid, circles go outwards from the centre. A point-shaped light source provides reflections on the silver and gold. A purple round-headed creature with red eyes rises from the liquid.
Prompt: Who are the ones who need an intervention.
The victims of the behaviour or the ones causing the suffering? Aren't they sick in there heads?
The law cannot always protect people because the actions are only moral dispicable.
Does our society not need better moral standards?
Making the live of the most people better.
Prompt: If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
And walk by
(Don't stop)
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk by
(Don't stop)
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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.
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