Prompt: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Prompt: pale slim Elf girl with perfect face and long pointy ears in dark enchanted forest under the stars, sparks, fireflies in darkness
art by Tom Bagshaw
Prompt: pale slim Elf girl with perfect face and long pointy ears in dark enchanted forest under the stars, sparks, fireflies in darkness
art by Tom Bagshaw
Prompt: pale slim Elf girl with perfect face and long pointy ears in dark enchanted forest under the stars, sparks, fireflies in darkness
art by Tom Bagshaw
Prompt: pale slim Elf girl with perfect face and long pointy ears in dark enchanted forest under the stars, sparks, fireflies in darkness
art by Tom Bagshaw
Prompt: pale slim Elf girl with perfect face and long pointy ears in dark enchanted forest under the stars, sparks, fireflies in darkness
art by Tom Bagshaw
Prompt: Psychedelic pagan ceremony, beautiful symmetrical faces and eyes, no hands, gathering around one nighttime fire, aurora borealis in the night sky, in the style of Ivan Bilibin, Ernst Haeckel, Daniel Merriam, Alphonse Mucha, H R Giger
Prompt: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
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Lord Caramac the Clueless
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Member since 2021
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Artist statement
Decades ago, anti-anti-artists declared anti-art dead. The first wave of anti-art was Dada, born out of the horrors of the World War (no need for a number back then). The second wave was Fluxus, born out of post-War (the 2nd one) counterculture. The third one was Punk. After that, nobody believed in anti-art anymore, anti-anti-art seemed to have won.
And I don't care at all.
Part of what I tell the machine to produce for me is cute but meaningless kitsch, part of it is silly nonsense, part of it is a raised middle finger to the world. Many prompts are not mine, even those I use a lot. "My own" prompts (as if anybody could seriously own a prompt, ha!) are often quite silly, sometimes poetic, sometimes angry, many don't use modifiers.
The electronic mass production of images fills the Internet with a lot of useless junk. I'll do my best to make a lot of that junk pretty and/or silly and/or disturbing.
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.