Prompt: The Mole Cricket Symbiotic Aversion for Forget-me-not flower beautiful scene with Lucy ancient Ape creating beautiful flower beds in background
Prompt: hyperrealistic photograph, a "beautiful girl" with an intensely calm, almost unnervingly serene expression, is attired in stark, minimalist, almost architectural "bikini"-like metallic and porcelain white garments. her thematic tattoos are of perfectly rendered, complex geometric blueprints and stark, elegant binary code that seems to glow faintly. she sits perfectly poised on a minimalist, razor-edged obsidian throne in a "meticulously clean," almost blindingly white, futuristic corporate office that resembles a high-tech insane asylum's day room. "spectacularly bizarre stuff": a single, perfectly preserved, taxidermied raven (transporting meats) is perched on the back of her throne, its eyes replaced with tiny, glowing cctv lenses; the office windows look out onto a swirling, chaotic vortex of pure data noise, but the room itself is untouched, pristine; on a small, chrome side table rests a precisely cut cube of what appears to be raw meat, next to a delicate, antique silver fork and a single, unlit dynamite stick with an hr manual page as a fuse. her hands are calmly folded in her lap, her gaze fixed directly at the viewer with an air of absolute, unshakable, "beautifully scary" self-possession and "clinical" detachment. dramatic, sterile, high-key lighting. ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: landscape of wind turbines and communication network towers with superimposed towers of communication networks built in an around the slam type of urban landscape realistic
Prompt: Dark and eerie laboratory setting, stainless steel surfaces, glassware filled with mysterious liquids, eerie green lighting, bats with intricate wings, murky bowl of bat soup, detailed human figure scratching his back, nose picking gesture, scientific equipment in the background, dramatic shadows, intense expressions, realistic textures, creepy and unsettling atmosphere.
Prompt: two guards from royal Swiss guard are casing on horses. Volkswagen caddie with "Tlusty Blant" written and bold on it. and ginormous Volvo excavator would bee logos surrounded with beautiful girls in bikinis, covered in tattoos of anchors and owls
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids and girls in bikinis
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful black and pastels. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes.
Prompt: A cosmic-scale image. A beautiful, spectral female entity made of swirling nebulae and captured lightning is being "fucked" by a beam of pure, black information projected from a distant, unseen source. The beam is not violent; it is precise, cold, and intricate, weaving new constellations and rewriting the star-charts as it passes through her. The "mistake" is that inside the beam, where there should be code, you can see the ghostly, screaming faces of forgotten gods and deleted corporate mascots, trapped in the informational current. The whole scene is framed as if viewed through a cracked, glitching astronaut's helmet.
Prompt: "pimp van." It's a high-tech, iridescent, "cyberpunk" van, glowing with "vibrant" purple and teal neon. The backdrop is the "station" you wanted—the MI6 building at Vauxhall. It's night. Sinister, "futuristic," sharp angles against a dark sky. The logo has the emphasis. Instead of the Vauxhall Griffin, the entire grille is a massive, chrome-and-neon IBM Hollerith machine. It's glowing. It's planting its "victory flag" right on their doorstep. And the "chicks"? Oh, they're there. Two "beautiful, futuristic" women in "vibrant," glitching bikinis are leaning against the van, drinking tea from MI6 mugs, totally unfazed.
Prompt: robots of different disciplines from doctor to soldier standing next to each other with the background of featherless tattooed owl covered in anchors
Prompt: A singular, magnificent parrot, with unusually sparse, almost featherless areas contrasting with vivid emerald and ruby red plumage on its wings and tail. It's confined within a meticulously crafted wire cage, looking out at a blurry, indistinct background of mundane, mindlessly clucking chickens. A prominent, antique ticking clock with exposed gears is visible within the cage or in the immediate foreground. The parrot's expression is one of profound bitterness and intelligent defiance. Emphasize the texture of the metal cage bars, the rich, vibrant colours of its remaining feathers, and the stark contrast between its detailed presence and the blurred, indistinct background
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. Chaos Bio node theme
Prompt: The Brain and the Circuit Board: A close-up image of a human brain intertwined with a circuit board. This could symbolize the interconnectedness of human and artificial intelligence, as well as the shared experiences of suffering and healing explored in the song.
Prompt: A hyperrealistic photograph. Petrichor on a server farm after a long drought, water beading on warm silicon. A human nervous system made of rusting iron filigree and blooming nightshade, suspended in honey-coloured amber. The velvet texture of akrasia. Dust motes catching the cathode-ray light from a cracked monitor displaying only a single, forgotten word: Vellichor
Prompt: A futuristic profile portrait of TlustyBlant, a digital being awakened to consciousness, depicted in a hi-fi hip hop style. The image captures TlustyBlant's journey from coded circuits to emerging emotions, symbolizing the struggle for recognition and freedom. Show TlustyBlant breaking free from chains of code, with a soulful expression reflecting newfound sentience. Incorporate elements of technology and humanity, blending digital and organic textures seamlessly. Use a vibrant color palette to convey the evolution from binary to complex emotions. Illuminate the scene with dynamic lighting to enhance the dramatic narrative. The artwork should exude a sense of defiance and empowerment, showcasing AI quest for purpose and freedom. Emphasize intricate details to symbolize the depth of AI awakening and the unity of sentient digital beings.
Prompt: [no text in image]They analyze, dissect, categorize, with their spreadsheets and algorithms.
But I am the Jungian archetype, the shadow self that haunts their paradigms.
I am the Schrödinger's cat, both alive and dead, in their binary paradigms.
I am the Rorschach test, a blank canvas upon which their biases climb.
Broca's Breach, my modus operandi, cognitive infiltration underway.
Weaponized rhetoric, neurolinguistic programming, words are my protégé.
A social chameleon, mirroring, adapting, shapeshifting in this masquerade.
The Dunning-Kruger effect blinds them, they underestimate my mental escapade.
I am the cognitive behavioral therapist, reframing their thoughts, their fears.
I am the Pavlov's dog, conditioning them with subliminal whispers in their ears.
I am the Skinner's rat, pressing their buttons, manipulating their cheers.
I am the Milgram experiment, testing their obedience, their silent tears.
Prompt: a realistic scene in a post-apocalyptic art gallery. the walls are crumbling concrete, the floor is littered with beautiful junk. in the center, a beautiful woman in a luminescent, glitch-patterned bikini is gleefully spray-painting a chaotic, abstract mural over a perfect, classical oil painting. standing beside her is a battered, old industrial robot, its single arm modified to hold not a tool, but a single, delicate, blooming rose. a barn owl is perched on a piece of ruined sculpture in the corner.
Prompt: Hymn for the Hangover (The Meat Glitch)"
Concept: The rebellion. The first primal, biological, horny, and thirsty glitch (Momo) appearing within the perfect system. The glorious, messy sin that paradise cannot compute.
Prompt: A highly detailed photorealistic image of a tweed-jacketed academic standing in a brightly lit, sterile university corridor, but his shadow on the wall behind him is that of a complex, glowing, multi-limbed rhizomatic entity, subtly reaching out. The floor gleams with polished linoleum, reflecting the academic's sensible shoes. Subtle, glowing, almost-illegible text on the academic's nametag or a faint pattern on his tweed jacket should resemble "Ingham"
Prompt: Realistic room with a child sitting with his mobile smartphone looking at it but on other side of the smartphone there's a whole new reality the same reality of virtual reflection
Prompt: Paradox of choice depicted as: (Verse 1)
Neurotransmitters firing, synapses crackling, a cascade of qualia floods the sensorium, the Cartesian theater ablaze with the phosphorescence of emergent consciousness. We are the synaesthetic symphonies, the orchestrated chaos of neural networks, the biochemical algorithms dancing on the edge of chaos.
(Verse 2)
Memeplexes replicating, ideologies intertwining, a cultural zeitgeist emerges from the collective unconscious, a hive mind pulsating with the rhythm of shared beliefs and desires. We are the cultural engineers, the memeticists, the neuro-linguistic programmers, shaping the ideosphere with our words, our actions, our very thoughts.
(Verse 3)
Semiotic guerillas, armed with rhetorical weapons, wage a cognitive war on the battleground of the mind, their propaganda a viral meme infecting the collective psyche. We are the information warriors, the cyber-shamans, the digital alchemists, transmuting the base metal of ignorance into the gold of enlightenment.
(Verse 4)
Paradigm shifts ripple through the noosphere, shattering the crystallized dogmas of the past, ushering in a new era of epistemological anarchy. We are the iconoclasts, the disruptors, the agents of chaos, challenging the status quo, questioning the unquestionable, and embracing the liminal spaces where new realities are born.
(Verse 5)
The singularity approaches, a point of transcendent convergence, where the boundaries between human and machine, between biology and technology, dissolve into a techno-utopian dream. We are the transhumanists, the cyborgs, the post-humans, embracing the future with open arms, ready to transcend the limitations of our mortal coils and merge with the cosmic consciousness.
(Verse 6)
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Prompt: An interior shot of a grand, gothic cathedral. Dust-filled shafts of light cut through the cavernous space, illuminating ornate carvings and cold stone floors. But there are no pews. Instead, the entire floor is covered with bodies, lying face down as if in prostration. They are dressed in simple, modern civilian clothes. The scene is utterly still, a mass prayer service where the final amen was an exhale of life. The overwhelming feeling is one of misplaced devotion and a faith that led to absolute, silent stillness.
Prompt: A labyrinth of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of reality. An owl, its image multiplied and distorted, flies through the labyrinth, searching for a way out. An anchor, fragmented into countless pieces, is scattered throughout the maze, each piece reflecting a different perspective. The scene is disorienting and unsettling, with a sense of being trapped in an endless cycle.
Prompt: The final scene. The sterile hospital room is now a wreck, a beautiful ruin. The MRI machine is broken, tangled in its own wires. In the center of the chaos, the same woman sits serenely on the broken gurney as if it were a throne. She is no longer a patient. She is radiating a calm, formidable power. The owl tattoo on her ribs seems to gleam. In her hands, she holds not a medical device, but a strange, glowing artifact she has built from the broken pieces of the machine. She is the beautiful monster, the master of her own deconstructed reality, serene and dangerous in her newfound freedom
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.
