Prompt: Exclusion, inclusion. Who do you allow in and who doesn't? Where are you allowed and where are you not? As a social being, these are mechanisms that guide you. Wanting to belong somewhere, your own club where places are scarce. Getting along well. At work, at school, in the neighborhood, as a country. Can anyone join in?
There is order now. Children have this much less. They are curious about what is happening around them. They slowly learn the mores of the clubs. Do they still want to belong or not? Are you a free spirit looking for space and wanting to be alone or a fearful spirit that does not know whether it will be possible to fit in and then prefers loneliness to disappointment?
The huiskamerartiest felt this in his drawing.
Prompt: Like in a rollercoaster emotions go up and down. Sometimes you Don't feel anything. Only knowing that when you have been up, you will go down.
Ups become like drugs. Searching for activities to feel up. Or in fact your brain is so active there is no place for negative thoughts. You feel like good old days. Only the joy of having had a good time is not there anymore. Empty and tired again
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: Tired, looking old, no energy, a lonely man watching to people just doing what they like.He is sitting in a dark corner. To exhausted to fight.
The people have No respect, no love, no hate, just no interest. Not caring the man being alive or death.
Forgotten while alive. Forgotten what he has done for them. Even betrayed him.
In the room the floor is filled with dust. Through the windows are purple light shines inside.
Children are crying but the people Don't care. Just searching for there own pleasure
Prompt: A man is standing lonely without connection between a group of man and women
It is as if he is not there. Ignored.
There is a big room with purple curtains.
At the ceiling a old fashioned chandelier.
A Fireplace shines a yellow light in the room.
A ghost is watching the scene. It is looking at the man.
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)
Prompt: From the left corner an angel is looking to a gigantic blob coming out ot a abys.
The blob wants to destroy the angel.
The angel has an extreme force shield and a flaming sword. It is protected against the attack.
In the sky yellow clouds of sulfur surrounds the blob.
Prompt: "Het eenzaamste moment in iemands leven is wanneer hij zijn hele wereld ziet instorten, en het enige wat hij of zij kan doen is wezenloos staren. Het is niet het verbrijzelen zelf dat je breekt; het is de stilte die volgt, de stille ruimte waarin je beseft dat er niets is." En op dat moment weet je dat je nooit meer dezelfde zult zijn. Je zult misschien iets nieuws bouwen, maar het zal nooit zijn wat je verloren hebt."
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: A steampunk like machine with black smoke is standing in a desolated landscape. In the front is standing a man with a big hammer in a overall.
He is ready to attack the machine with anger in his eye and the will to win.
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: 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: 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: Als de oorlog komt
En als ik dan moet schuilen
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een clubje komt
Waar ik niet bij wil horen
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een regel komt
Waar ik niet aan voldoen kan
Mag ik dan bij jou?
En als ik iets moet zijn
Wat ik nooit geweest ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen
Droog jij m'n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag
Mag jij altijd bij mij
Kom wanneer je wilt
Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het onweer komt
En als ik dan bang ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de avond valt
En 't is mij te donker
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de lente komt
En als ik dan verliefd ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de liefde komt
En ik weet het zeker
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen
Droog jij m'n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag
Mag jij altijd bij mij
Kom wanneer je wilt
Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen
Droog jij m'n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag
Mag jij altijd bij mij
Kom wanneer je wilt
'K hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het einde komt
En als ik dan bang ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als het einde komt
En als ik dan alleen ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Prompt: For years we braved every danger together Wherever I went I saw footsteps two pairs next to each other I also didn't know that things could go badly for me And suddenly I only saw one pair of yes, where were you at that moment You don't get real friends And buying makes your world smaller You earn friends by being one yourself When the weather improved, the tracks became complete again And I then asked you why you actually did that You said I distinguished between real and fake Because you only saw one pair then because I wore you then You don't get real friends And buying makes your world smaller You earn friends by being one yourself You don't get real friends And buying makes your world smaller You earn friends by being one yourself
Prompt: The four horsemen of the apocalyps are entering on there horse the world. Within there trail all there influence can be seen. Death, war, conquest and famine. People in the front are looking in dispair to the coming of the end. The sky behind the scene is dark with lightning and turbulence.
One horse is red, one horse is black, one horse is green, one horse is white pale
Prompt: The horsemen of the apocalyps are entering the world.
Within there trail all there influence can be seen. Death, war, conquest and famine.
People in the front are looking in dispair to the coming of the end.
The sky behind the scene is dark with lightning and turbulence.
Prompt: Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start?
With her first hello
She gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
There'd never be another love another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart
She fills my heart with very special things
With angel songs, with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With her along who could be lonely?
I reach for her hand, it's always there
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I know I'll need her until the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
Prompt: Overzicht
Songteksten
Luisteren
Andere opnamen
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standin' there
On a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello"
Little did I know
That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was cryin' on the staircase
Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while, oh oh
'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
But you were everything to me
I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Oh, oh
I got tired of waiting
Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said
Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you, but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
And said, "Marry me, Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you
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: "Joker is a film about Arthur Fleck, a lonely clown in Gotham City who struggles with mental illness. In addition to his job as a clown, he tries to make it as a stand-up comedian but is constantly rejected. Due to the harsh realities of his life and the indifference of society, he becomes increasingly frustrated and begins a descent into madness. Ultimately, he becomes the symbol of an uprising against the rich and powerful in Gotham City."
A slightly more concise option could be:
"Joker follows Arthur Fleck, a mentally ill clown in Gotham City, as he descends into madness. Rejected as a stand-up comedian and isolated by society, he becomes the catalyst for a violent rebellion against the city's elite."
Prompt: I'M FREE- I'm free,
And freedom tastes of reality,
I'm free-I'm free,
AN' I'm waiting for you to follow me
If I told you what it takes
To reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
I'm free-I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
I'm free-I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me
How can we follow?
Prompt: Just being with thoughts in a good past after living a part of the past. Remembering what you have lost.
The scar opens up and hate comes like blood running out of it.
A dark demon on your shoulder in conflict with an bright angel on the other shoulder. Let it go tells the angel. Revenge says the demon.
Stop, stop, I am to tired to Revenge but also to let go.
Prompt: See Me
Feel Me
Touch Me
Heal Me
Listening to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Right behind you, I see the millions
On you, I see the glory
From you, I get opinion
From you, I get the story
Listening to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Right behind you, I see the millions
On you, I see the glory
From you, I get opinion
From you, I get the story
Prompt: If your child ain't all he could be
This girl will put him right
I'll show him what he could be now
If you would give me one more night, yeah
'Cause I'm the gypsy, I'm the acid queen
Pay me before I start
'Cause I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed
To tear your soul apart
Give us a room, close the door
Leave us for a while
You won't be a boy no more
You'll be young, but not a child
'Cause I'm the gypsy, 'cause I'm the acid queen
Pay me before I start
Said I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed
To mend your aching heart
Gather your wits and hold them fast
Your mind gotta learn to roam
Just as the acid queen must do
You're gonna hit the road
'Cause I'm the gypsy, I'm the acid queen
Pay me before I start
'Cause I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed
To tear your soul apart
'Cause I'm the gypsy, the acid queen
Gotta pay me before I start
I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed
To tear your soul apart
I'm the gypsy, 'cause I'm the acid queen
You gotta pay me before I start
I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed
To ease your aching heart
Prompt: We're on our own, cousin
All alone, cousin
Let's think of a game to play
Now the grown-ups have all gone away
You won't be much fun
Being blind, deaf and dumb
But I've no-one to play with today
Do you know how to play hide-and-seek?
To find me it would take you a week
But tied to that chair
You won't go anywhere
There's a lot I can do with a freak
How would you feel if I
Turned on the bath
Ducked your head under
And started to laugh?
What would you do if I shut you outside
To stand in the rain
And catch cold so you died?
I'm the school bully!
The classroom cheat
The nasty play friend
You ever could meet
I'll stick pins in your fingers
And tread on your feet
We're on our own, cousin
All alone, cousin
Let's think of a game to play
Now the grown-ups have all gone away
You won't be much fun
Being blind, deaf and dumb
But I've no-one to play with today
Do you know how to play hide-and-seek?
To find me it would take you a week
But tied to that chair
You won't go anywhere
There's a lot I can do with a freak
Maybe a cigarette burn on your arm
Would change your expression
To one of alarm
I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair
Or give you a push
At the top of the stairs
I'm the school bully!
The classroom cheat
The nasty play friend
You ever could meet
I'll put glass in your dinner
And spikes in your seat
Prompt: We're on our own, cousin
All alone, cousin
Let's think of a game to play
Now the grown-ups have all gone away
You won't be much fun
Being blind, deaf and dumb
But I've no-one to play with today
Do you know how to play hide-and-seek?
To find me it would take you a week
But tied to that chair
You won't go anywhere
There's a lot I can do with a freak
How would you feel if I
Turned on the bath
Ducked your head under
And started to laugh?
What would you do if I shut you outside
To stand in the rain
And catch cold so you died?
I'm the school bully!
The classroom cheat
The nasty play friend
You ever could meet
I'll stick pins in your fingers
And tread on your feet
We're on our own, cousin
All alone, cousin
Let's think of a game to play
Now the grown-ups have all gone away
You won't be much fun
Being blind, deaf and dumb
But I've no-one to play with today
Do you know how to play hide-and-seek?
To find me it would take you a week
But tied to that chair
You won't go anywhere
There's a lot I can do with a freak
Maybe a cigarette burn on your arm
Would change your expression
To one of alarm
I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair
Or give you a push
At the top of the stairs
I'm the school bully!
The classroom cheat
The nasty play friend
You ever could meet
I'll put glass in your dinner
And spikes in your seat
Prompt: The White Ladies of Veghel
The legend of the White Ladies of Veghel is a captivating tale rooted in the town's history. It is said that centuries ago, a group of noblewomen lived in a grand castle near the town. These women, known for their beauty and elegance, were tragically killed in a fire that consumed their home.
According to the legend, their spirits were unable to find peace and continued to roam the grounds of the ruined castle. People reported seeing ghostly figures dressed in white, wandering among the remnants of the structure. These apparitions were said to be the White Ladies, forever trapped in their sorrowful fate.
Over time, the legend of the White Ladies became an integral part of Veghel's folklore. Tales of ghostly encounters and eerie occurrences associated with the castle grounds circulated among the townspeople. Some believed that the White Ladies were harmless, merely spectres of the past. Others claimed that their presence brought misfortune or even danger to those who dared to disturb their eternal vigil.
Prompt: And then, the narcistic egoistic witch is forced to leave the forrest. She looks back with anger. Here flying monkeys are left behind in the forrest crying for there loss.
A purple owl, a purple lion, a purple rabbit and a purple eagle are watching the monkeys without emotion.
Prompt: mutual assured destruction, principle of deterrence founded on the notion that a nuclear attack by one superpower would be met with an overwhelming nuclear counterattack such that both the attacker and the defender would be annihilated.
Prompt: Had a holiday for a while and therefore no doodle from the huiskamerartiest for a while
To get back into it I worked with all my micron markers and filled shapes. The circle in the middle was still a question for me. Ultimately, Yin and Yang.
Yin is black and Yang is white. The symbol of yin and yang shows through its shape that the two flow into each other. This symbolizes the idea that nothing stands still. According to Taoism, everything is in harmony with each other and at the same time everything is constantly subject to change.
For me it is also the idea that without light there is no darkness. Without good there is no bad. So if you really want to live, you need these contrasts. If it has ever been very dark, a small light source can provide a lot of happiness.
That may also be why people often talk about the apparently small things when they are concerned with the value of life. Then I think of an episode of House in which a terminal patient had one wish: to see the sun rise.
I think that's nice.
Prompt: Aan de horizon verdwijnt de narcistische heks omkijkend zonder mededogen met de vliegende apen die haar geholpen hebben. De apen zitten vertwijfeld op de puinhopen die de heks achter zich heeft gelaten. Aan de kant staat een slachtoffer van de heks gelaten te kijken. Geluk is niet meer het gevoel dat past. Te laat, te weinig
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.
