Prompt: No one rules if no one obeys. A text I once came across. It does appeal at first. This is because many rules of what we call the system also maintain them. Injustice is caused by people who apply the rules blindly or worse still based on prejudices.
Befehl ist befehl: it is a good thing that you can hide behind a hierarchy that gives you the assignment. After this, try to get rid of it with a: wir haben es nicht gewusst.
After the second war, they tried to investigate why humans were capable of incredible cruelty. Just Google the Milgram experiment.
In Animal Farm the pigs gave themselves more rights than others under the motto: All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.
Ultimately, rules can even kill a democracy. Look at Hitler Germany. One question is which direction Trump USA is going with project 2025. Where there are no rules for their gut feelings, for example, they use anti-abortion legislation while it is actually about controlling women.
The huiskamerartiest finds this scary!
Prompt: Kleine jongen, je bent op deze wereld
Dus zal je moeten vechten, net als ik
Ik kan het weten, het leven is niet makkelijk
Want dan ben jij degene die 't laatste lacht
Ooh, kleine jongen, als jij dan later groot bent
Dan is je vader er misschien niet meer
Vertel maar aan je eigen kinderen
De wijze lessen van je ouwe heer
Dit leven gaat voorbij
Er is zo weinig tijd, dus leef want jij bent vrij
Maar doe het wel verstandig, oh, maak de mensen blij
Dan zul je echt gelukkig zijn
Want het leven is zo kort
Veel dingen worden anders, oh, als je ouder wordt
Je speelt nu nog met blokken, maar dat duurt niet lang
Het is jammer, maar je blijft niet klein
Kleine jongen, op school al zul je merken
Dat alles draait om cijfers en om macht
Dat moet je weten, dus leer wat je moet leren
Want dan ben jij degene die 't laatste lacht
Kleine jongen, er zijn veel goeie mensen
Maar slechte zijn er ook, helaas 't is waar
Je moet maar denken
Dat eerlijk het langste duurt, geloof me maar
Dit leven gaat voorbij
Er is zo weinig tijd dus leef want jij bent vrij
Maar doe het wel verstandig, oh, maak de mensen blij
Dan zul je echt gelukkig zijn
Want het leven is zo kort
Veel dingen worden anders, oh, als je ouder wordt
Je speelt nu nog met blokken, maar dat duurt niet lang
Het is jammer, maar je blijft niet klein
Prompt: when there is a interesting story, artists become much more beautiful. I am 65 years old but have worked all my life with young people. That keeps your mind young in an old body. Wisdom is knowing that you never know enough and you begin to feel more like when you were a child and did not have the words to explain your feelings. Now I know the words and still cannot explain the feelings. That's why I draw
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: Zijn gedachten waren door elkaar geschud als een sneeuwbol. Alles wat zo duidelijk leek, was opeens verwarrend en vaag. Geen flauw idee hoe de vlokjes zouden neervallen en nieuwe duidelijkheid creëren. Niet meer luisteren naar zijn verstand om situaties te duiden maar zijn gevoelens.
De man houd de sneeuwbol vast en kijkt naar de dwarrelende vlokken. In de bol ziet hij zichzelf gespiegeld. Vervormd maar herkenbaar. Om hem heen zweven flarden van wolkjes.
Prompt: De toekomst die ik zie met mijn partner is samen als familie met kinderen en kleinkinderen ouder worden.
Genieten van wat er op ons pad komt.
Samen aangaan van de uitdagingen die er komen als je ouder wordt .
Samen voor ons eigen. Zorgen dat je in de relatie en naast de relatie ook je eigen leven hebt zodat als 1 van ons er niet meer is het leven toch doorgaat ondanks het gemis dat er is.
Dat we op een fijne manier terugkijken naar wat ons gegeven is. Een waardevolle gezamenlijke geschiedenis maar ook met je eigen verhaal erin. Mooie gelukkige herinneringen
Prompt: When you break outside the box and go wild, circles of change arise. How far do they travel? They sometimes say that change does not come from doing the same thing over and over again. That is not the case. By continuing to do everything the same, we see a deterioration in all kinds of areas. I think that is also why people want to think and act outside the box, the system. Who benefits from keeping things the same and trying to resist change? The huiskamerartiest converts his thoughts into lines and shapes.
Prompt: Remember when I took you up to the top of the hill?
We had our knives drawn, they were as sharp as we were in love
If God crossed us we'd take all his drugs
Burn his money and his house down
And wait for the fire to spread
Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes
Together as one against all others
Break all of your wings and make sure it crashes
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
Had no choice to erase the debt of our family
Let you say goodbye with lips like dynamite
Everyone turned their back,
'cause they knew when we held on tight to each other
We were something fatal, that fell into the wrong hands
Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes
Together as one against all others
Break all of your wings and make sure that it crashes
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
We don't seek death, we seek destruction
Death, we seek destruction
We don't seek death, we seek destruction
Death, we seek destruction
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
But I don't know if the world will end today
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
See a new begining rise behind the sun
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
See a new begining rise behind the sun
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
(We don't seek death, we seek destruction)
See a new begining rise behind the sun
(Death, we seek destruction)
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
(We don't seek death, we seek destruction)
See a new begining rise behind the sun
(Death, we seek destruction)
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
Prompt: As long as there is hope you see a road you want to walk.
When hope is gone. The road is gone in fog. In this fog you see a black demon with red eyes.
You search for new directions and what you see is a new road also covered in fog. But you see a light brighten up the fog. On top of a mountain at the end of this road an angel like figure stands.
The landscape is mythical
Prompt: A man is sitting on a mushroom red with white dots. The grim reaper is approaching him. A little bit of white smoke is slightly moving on the ground. The Rabbit with a clock in his hand is watching the scene In the trees demons with red eyes are watching down. Between the trees you see the sun sets with bright yellow light in a Misty sphere
Prompt: A man is sitting on a mushroom red with white dots.
The grim reaper is approaching him.
A little bit of white smoke is slightly moving on the ground.
The Rabbit with a clock in his hand is watching the scene
In the trees demons with red eyes are watching down.
Between the trees you see the sun sets with bright yellow light in a Misty sphere
Prompt: The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real
I got your back
I never lie
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
My loyalty cannot be matched
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
I ride for you
I die for you
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
I’m there for you
I care for you
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
When somebody hates you
Please believe this shit’s real
They wish you bad luck
They wish you bad health
They want to see you sick, miserable and in pain
They want to see you choke
They want to see you broke
The hate is real
It’s uncut
It’s pure
It’s not rare
It’s easy to find
Ignorance breeds hate
Hate breeds war
Been that way since the beginning of time
The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real
I hate racists, so I’m guilty too
I’m from LA where the red try to kill the blue
I’m from the place where the kids hate the fuckin’ cops
Where the street violence never stops
Hate is jealousy but some’s deeper than that
The hater wants you gone
Dead on your back
Love ain’t always fake but I don’t trust it
Hate will have you killed and won’t discuss it
When somebody tells you they love
That could be just a figure of speech
They might like you they might be cool with you
But when somebody hates you that shit is real
They fuckin hate you
Prompt: The bubble formed first in the middle. To me at the time it looked like a speech bubble. La Linea who often comes across as the angry white man but mainly addresses situations that concern him. A kind of Louis de Funes. A small drift frog (how to translate this in a English expression?). Just Google him. I recognize the anger when you are confronted with certain situations. You will find like-minded people within your bubble. Not being alone gives you some peace. Yet lately I have also been exploring other people's bubbles. What is striking is that the tone is mainly determined by the fanatics. Then people seem to be standing opposite each other. Polarized! The bubbles become scarier when they leave social media and manifest in the real world, waving flags, putting on hats and almost blindly supporting their leaders. The drawing by the huiskamerartiest shows the bubble in the middle of that reality. The spines act as antennae. Looking for that which unites us. That's so much more.
Prompt: How did i get here?
Sitting on this spinning sphere
When will I leave here
We know death is always near
I try to understand but answers don't come easily
Friends always deceiving me
Is this what life's supposed to be?
Human animals
We roam the earth in search of blood
Hope for humanity?
I don't think there ever was
We're in perpetual war, and that's the only law
Can I change it? I doubt it
So I write songs about it
I was young once but now I've grown old
Right in front of your еyes you've seen my life unfold
I had no choicе as I became the underdog's voice
A young black kid... look what the fuck I did!
When I'm gone there'll be someone to carry on
We can give in, give up, or we can stay strong
How accepting of the bullshit we've all become
This whole world is... comfortably numb
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
You've got a TV, a computer, so you don't care
A roof, some clothes, some food
That's right, it's all there
Lock yourself in your house, try to forget about
The millions dyin' from wars, starvation and drought
You've got your own problems - yes, we all do
Nobody is free from stress, not him, or me, or you
But still we judge each other, we want to pick a fight
In the streets we kill each other, each and every weeknight
I don't want no drama but I carry a gun
I don't want no problems but they'll probably come
So we get high to wash away the pain
Self-medication, but that shit is all done in vain
We think that we can hide away from the misery
You can close your eyes but still can plainly see
There's nowhere to run...
You're just comfortably numb
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
I spent half my life just trying to survive
And the other half trying to keep you all alive
For some reason I still care
I've done my dirt
It's amazing that i'm
Prompt: I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Mad As a Hatter
Larkin Poe
I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
It's hard to draw a clear distinction
When you are who you are
Through the looking glass, the past and future begin to blur
Though I keep playing
Well they say the world is what you make it
You think, speak and breathe
And those rules still apply, stuck in a world of make believe
You make the best of what you are given
Off with the head, off with the head
Paint the roses, paint the roses
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Prompt: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Prompt: A person sits in despair and crouched on the ground in a forest. There are photos surrounding the person. Memories of all the wrong things this person has done. Remorse gnaws at the dark soul of this figure. Without sincere repentance there is no forgiveness. Without forgiveness there is no end to the torment. Demons with yellow glowing eyes wait between the trees. A soul to tear apart demands their attention
Prompt: Create a face with one blue eye and one brown eye.
The face is a mix of all the races of humans in the world.
On the background the colours of the rainbow shine.
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: 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: A blind man is reading braille.
The dots are formed with sharp points.
Reading the words hurts the man.
You see it on his face.
Words Don't hurt the say.
In the background are standing laughing people who don' t care at all hurting people
Prompt: Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no man has gone before!
Prompt: Totally exhausted a man is sitting on the ground in his office.
His desk has two monitors on witch are images of hell.
All the walls are filled with books and al kind of stuff.
A lamp gives a yellow light on the man on the ground. He is watching with empty eyes.
A window gives a view of a street with trees with leaves falling down. The sky is grey.
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: A blurred filled mind. Stuffed with thoughts making it so full the man is looking with sad Mad eyes to the world.
He is floating so high you can see the world is round.
The sky is going from blue to black.
An angel with white wings is watching the scene.
Prompt: Down in the sewer, picking up on a lot of empty.
A rat scurried past, its beady eyes reflecting the dim, flickering light of a lone bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the distant rumble of the city above.
A lone figure moved through the darkness, his silhouette elongated by the shadows. He was a man of the underworld, a scavenger who lived off the discarded remnants of society. His name was Jack, and the sewer was his domain.
He paused, his keen senses picking up on a disturbance. A faint cry echoed through the tunnels, a desperate plea for help. Jack followed the sound, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The cry led him to a small, forgotten chamber. There, huddled in a corner, was a young woman, her face pale and drawn. She was trapped, a victim of circumstance, lost and alone in the depths of the city's underbelly.
"Don't worry," Jack said, his voice soothing. "I'll get you out of here."
With a steady hand, he worked to free her from the debris that had trapped her. As he pulled her to safety, he couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. He was a guardian of the lost, a protector of the vulnerable.
As they emerged from the darkness, the city lights blinded them for a moment. The woman blinked, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. She turned to Jack, her gaze filled with gratitude.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Jack smiled. "It's what I do."
And with that, he turned and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving the woman to find her way home. But as he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again. After all, in the labyrinthine world of the sewer, everyone was connected, bound by the same darkness and the same hope for a better tomorrow.
Prompt: Big girl in the red dress
She's just trying to impress us
And she's got the barley fever
But she doesn't make a sound
She's just hanging around
She's just hanging around
Down the Court road early
With the Hustlers big and burly
There's a million of 'em selling
And the buyers can be found
They're just hanging around
They're just hanging around
Christ, he told his mother
Christ, he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
'Cause he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
One of 'em comes closer
He's got a monkey on his shoulder
And the monkey's getting grinner
But his eyes are on the ground
He's just hanging around
He's just hanging around
I'm moving in the Coleherne
With the leather all around me
And the sweat is getting steamy
But their eyes are on the ground
They're just hanging around
They're just hanging around
Christ, he told his mother
Christ, he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
'Cause he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
Christ, he told his mother
Christ, he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
'Cause he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
Prompt: She's gone and left me
I don't know why
That girl she's crazy
She made me cry
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
Yeah she's the queen of the street
What a piece of meat
She's real good looking
She makes me sigh
Blue jeans and leather
Her heels are high
She's real good looking
She makes me sigh
Yeah, she's the queen of the street
What a special treat
She's no lady
She'll stab you in the back
She's no lady
She's princess of the pack
With words of fire
She'll make you small
With eyes that smile
She'll make you tall
With words of fire
She'll make you small
But you would rather wait a year
Till she gave you a call
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
That girl she's crazy
She made me cry
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
But she's queen of the streets
What a piece of meat
She's no lady
She'll stab you in the back
She's no lady
She's princess of the pack
Prompt: A man is looking like a virus spitting its dirty sickening thoughts into the heads of empty minded braimwashed persons. Glad to be filled because they are not able to think for themselves.
They learn hate and intolerance to other people.
Thinking they are superior but are just member of a death cult.
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: In my work with the defendants (at the Nuremberg Trials 1945-1949) I was searching for the nature of evil, and I now think I have come close to defining it: a lack of empathy. It's the one characteristic that connects all the defendants, a genuine incapacity to feel with their fellow men.
Evil, I think, is the absence of empathy.
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.
