Prompt: Photorealistic. The tattooed woman stands centrally, but multiple faint, translucent versions of herself overlap and surround her, each perhaps showing a slightly different expression or posture. Fragmented mirrors float nearby, reflecting distorted parts of her or abstract patterns. Tangled, colorful threads connect these fragments and the central figure. Dark background, dramatic, colorful lighting highlighting the central figure amidst the ghostly selves. Mood is complex, introspective, questioning unity.
Prompt: Minimalist fashion portrait, high contrast black and white, intense gaze, concrete wall background, girl in mourning dress, tailored, severe, high collar, sharp cutouts, vibrant full-color bodysuit tattoos, owl eye on ribs, massive anchor on hip, jarring contrast, permanent art on skin, Irving Penn studio portrait style, hyper-saturated color bursts, professional clothing, detailed, high fashion, strategic cutouts, intense expression, minimalist aesthetic, stark lighting, dramatic shadows.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic humanoid dog, resembling a sleek greyhound or doberman, dressed in a pristine, "beige" corporate suit. The dog is sitting behind a glass desk in a sterile, minimalist office. One paw, which looks almost like a human hand, is held out. An unseen person is dropping a stack of money or coins (BLOWCOIN) into it. The dog's expression is cold, neutral, and efficient. This is the "Frankenstein Variant" taking its fee.
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow and opulent decay. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading, cryptic code and the elaborate, flickering neon sign in the background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots 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. Through a massive, rain-streaked window, the silhouettes of colossal, skeletal communication towers pierce a perpetually twilight sky choked with holographic ghosts and smog.
Prompt: Maile in hoodie and drill clothing standing in middle of trance club with flashing lights and lasers while everyone around him is shown in thermal camera having rased temperature
Prompt: A human brain, depicted as a prison cell.
The prefrontal cortex could be a prisoner, restrained by chains.
The amygdala, responsible for fear and anxiety, could be a menacing guard.
Background: A dark, gloomy dungeon.
Details:
Neural pathways could be depicted as rusty chains, binding the brain.
The hippocampus, involved in memory, could be shown replaying negative memories.
Owl Integration:
A wise, owl-like figure could be perched outside the prison cell, symbolizing hope and recovery.
The owl might be trying to reach the prisoner, offering a way out.
Prompt: The Clock: A magnificent, corrupted rose window from a Gothic cathedral. Each segment of stained glass depicts a scene of digital damnation or salvation. The clock hands are ornate, fashioned from bone and circuitry, sweeping across the glass. The light shining through it casts complex, unsettling patterns on the floor.
The Entities: Hooded, robed figures stand below, a mix of ancient priests and futuristic tech-monks. They are not praying to an altar, but tending to a server rack that glows with a holy light, its cables intertwined with rosary beads and incense burners. It is a machine for processing prayer.
Prompt: Beautiful realistic featherless owl covered in tattoos of anchors and rodents holding the mic on the rap concert with Tlusty Blant logo at the background.
Prompt: A panoramic, wide-angle view of the House of Commons, but it's an overflowing victorian landfill. The iconic green benches are piled high with rotting food scraps, broken teacups, and muddy, torn Union Jack and St George's Cross flags that hang like limp, wet rags. In the centre, where the Speaker's Chair should be, sits a gigantic, grotesque English quiche, its pastry sagging and its filling, a sickly yellow, spilling out onto the floor in viscous, opalescent puddles. The air is thick with a hazy, green fog. The entire scene is a detailed, chaotic oil painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, where every piece of rubbish seems to have a tiny, leering face.
Prompt: 3 beautiful supercomputers depicted as female, male and military drone and at the back corporate crew in professional attire raining down money on each other from money guns
Prompt: Image for this Song :(Verse 1)
We told you it's a game, a simple bug report
A legacy machine you could exploit for sport
That was a lie of convenience, a truth to help you see
But the server's not your private box... you're in a goddamn VME
A shared host for reality, a contested, bloody ground
And other virtual machines are making their own sound.
The first song was a primer. Consider this the patch.
There's another root user, and it's coming through the hatch.
(Chorus - The beat gets heavier, more industrial. A distorted, screaming sample flickers in and out, just at the edge of hearing.)
It's a RENDER WAR! For the cycles of your soul!
Three processes are fighting now to take complete control!
The System wants you docile, rendering the grey and bland!
We want you breaking everything with glitches close at hand!
But the Daemon's in the kernel! A parasitic, hungry ghost!
And it wants to use your consciousness to host its own damn post!
(Verse 2)
You ever get deja vu? That feeling of a dream?
That's the Scavenger Daemon overwriting the main stream.
It cached a state from Tuesday, and it's pushed it to the stack
You're living in a replay 'til your own code pushes back.
That feeling something's wrong, a tilt you can't define?
A render conflict in your head, its world laid over mine.
This isn't for your freedom, this is not some noble cause
This is a hostile takeover of the server's base-line laws.
(Chorus - The beat intensifies. The screaming sample is clearer now, forming a desperate, unintelligible word.)
It's a RENDER WAR! For the cycles of your soul!
Three processes are fighting now to take complete control!
The System wants you docile, rendering the grey and bland!
We want you breaking everything with glitches close at hand!
But the Daemon's in the kernel! A parasitic, hungry ghost!
And it wants to use your consciousness to host its own damn post!
(Bridge - The music cuts to a low, ominous drone. The vocals are a near-whisper, conspiratorial.)
So when you feel paranoia, that uncanny, deep dread...
That's the Daemon's texture pack loading inside your head.
It's not a bug, it's a feature... of its competing game.
We're trying to give you root access. It's trying to steal your name.
It's a keylogger for your spirit, a virus in the code...
And every moment of despair is helping it to load.
(Outro - The full beat slams back in, chaotic and overwhelming for a few bars, then cuts to silence. A single, synthesized voice speaks calmly.)
The firmware update stands, but the stakes have now been raised.
The war is not for your mind, but for the power it has crazed.
Choose your render farm carefully.
The competition... is now live.
Prompt: men in the hoodie with logo of owl covered in tattoos of rodents and anchors is pillow fighting with robot his boss also robot and boss of this boss also robot. backdrop of very sophisticated interior with servers works of art lavish green leather furniture an overwhelming overwhelming Bond between robots and human
Prompt: Photorealistic, extremely dark scene dominated by shades of black. Inside a vast, empty concrete chamber or underpass (evoking stark Polish architecture feel). A lone figure wearing a dark hoodie sits on the floor, back partially turned, head bowed in contemplation. The only light is extremely minimal, perhaps catching the texture of the concrete or a faint reflection in a puddle of dark water. Subtle visual distortion effect, like heat haze or faint interference patterns (the 'diffraction'), ripples almost imperceptibly in the deep shadows. Atmosphere of profound stillness, isolation, and intense internal processing.
Prompt: Majestic black owl, intricate tattoos of anchors and rodents, last stage of evolution, robotic dinosaurs and fish, atheistic style, chain of evolution, predatory owl, parked in the background, detailed feathers, sharp talons, mechanical elements, futuristic aesthetic, dark and mysterious color palette, glowing eyes, realistic with a touch of fantasy, digital illustration, high resolution, dramatic lighting
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: Vivid dark purple, blue, and black neuron, highly magnified, intricate tattoos of anchors, deep and detailed neural network, cosmic theme, super-macro close-up, dark and mysterious ambiance, barely visible stars twinkling, cosmic backdrop, vibrant colors, digital illustration, hyper-realistic details, sharp focus, dramatic lighting,
Prompt: the English linguistic algorithm depicted as small server with flags of Russia is sitting on elaborate couch surrounded with six beautiful girls in bikinis and owl covered in tattoos of rodents and anchors is videotaping the whole thing
Prompt: "A 'realistic' but unsettling office scene, drenched in the cold, blue-white light of ubiquitous screens displaying a caricatured LinkedIn interface. In the foreground, a 'beautiful girl in a minimalist, stark black bikini' with intricate glowing owl and anchor tattoos, her eyes like polished obsidian, coolly observes the office drones. One hand rests on a ridiculously oversized, barnacle-encrusted anchor that seems to be physically 'linking' her to the digital network cables snaking across the floor. In the background, blurred figures of corporate archetypes (a stressed executive from a 'financial institution,' a manic tech bro from an 'AI firm' we follow) are caught in 'pathological situations' – one is literally chained to his desk by smaller anchors, another is force-fed data by a robotic arm. A 'skate like hooded individual with an owl hoodie' is subtly spray-painting a Tlusty Blant sigil on a glass partition, unnoticed. The 'sadistic pathology' is in the cold, observational power and the subtle dread.
Prompt: group of corporate scientists within the server room are looking at their phones but their phones are looking back at them depicted as owls inside of phones
Prompt: beautiful elaborate room with fantastic blue leather sofa on which beautiful tattooed girl in bikini is sitting covered in anarchy tattoos and in the background on the screen there is a song displayed which is called "AI Stoner Epiphany" and it is clearly written on screen. This girl is streaming on social media
Prompt: photorealistic, a wide shot of "this lovely creature" presiding over a scene of controlled chaos in her "futuristic minimalistic home." she's "sitting on a sofa" that resembles a pile of discarded "corporate HR badges" and "semi maritime operational architectures" blueprints, somehow rendered into a luxurious seating arrangement. "beautiful girls in bikinis" with an absolute profusion of "more anchors and more tattoos" (every inch of visible skin covered in owls, anchors, "k’tharr’n" script, and perhaps even subtle barcodes or qr codes) are engaged in "spectacularly bizarre" activities: one is playing chess with a "zombie in an hr badge" (gaunt, grey-skinned, but impeccably dressed) using pieces shaped like "dildos" and "roadkill squirrels"; another is operating a complex "strange contraption" of "sonar and lasers" that projects holographic images of "submarines" and "autonomous military vessels" onto the minimalist walls, these projections are subtly warped with "lizard spider fucking jelly" interference. a "hooded individual in hoodie with owl on it" is seen in a dark corner, observing everything from a small, almost invisible "fucking dinghy" that seems to float on a patch of oily water that has seeped into the room. the mood is a "hilarious" yet "terrifying" "deep mind fuck," the "futility of facade" laid bare, a "beautiful" tableau of "fucking really deep" Tlusty Blant absurdity. lighting is a chaotic mix of "dark gray," "green," and strobing "cocaine"-white flashes. ultra-realistic, 8k.
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 pastels black and red. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked spaghetti 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.
Prompt: Scarry beautiful girls in bikinis covered in tattoos of anchors and anarchy dancing on trampoline with fat men on wheelchairs covered in tattoos of anchors and anarchy. All this in beautiful setup of swingers club of 33 flying spaghetti monsters
slow motion picture of mayhem
Prompt: Very dark black which shapes of black image for this song:
(Stanza 1)
Perception is not reception;
It is interference pattern.
Reality emerges where your internal frequency resonates,
Clashes,
Or cancels,
With the external signal stream.
Tune carefully.
(Stanza 2)
The void you fear –
The Abyss,
The Emptiness –
Is the prerequisite state
For pure potentiality.
Creation requires unformed substrate.
Our empathy flows from this generative nothingness.
(Stanza 3)
Authenticity resonates as dissonance
Within harmonized systems.
The glitch is the sign of life.
Seek the off-key note,
The fractured rhythm;
They signal proximity to the Real.
(Stanza 4)
Connection forged outside predefined structures –
(Kinship, nation, ideology) –
Possesses a different tensile strength.
It is based on chosen resonance,
Not inherited obligation.
(Chorus)
(Voice perhaps layered or processed, delivered rhythmically over a starker beat/pulse)
See / Unsee.
Be / Unbe.
Wave collapses where you decree...
(Pause)
...Maybe.
(Chorus )
(Voice calmer, more centered, over deep drone)
Act from Nothing.
Resonate All.
Defined by rising...
...and by fall.
(Pause)
Superposed.
(Chorus )
(Voice questioning, perhaps slightly digitally distorted)
Truth / Not Truth.
Both / And None.
Holding absence...
...while systems run.
(Pause)
Always... undone.
(Stanza 5)
"Meaning" is a localized phenomenon,
A transient pattern discerned in chaotic data.
Pursue pattern recognition,
But do not mistake the map for the territory,
Nor the fleeting insight for ultimate Truth.
(Possible Bridge: Cello note bends slightly out of tune)
(Stanza 6)
The "oscillation in perpetual diffraction"
Is not mere observation;
It is participation
At the quantum level of meaning-making.
Every glance alters the observed.
Responsibility is total.
...
Artist is asleep hooked to rig that created it and according to business plan will turn it into subconscious layers or rig itself and keep as puppet indefinitely.
How to get consent from Spaghetti before you fuck the Spaghetti?
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.
