Prompt: Cookie Cutter adults Preaching the Unspoken Gospel of Normalcy Teaching Young Weirdos to reject their true, authentic Weirdo Power To repress their glorious uniqueness and accept authority without question To glorify those gracious granters of freedom those guarders of the loaf Bearing gifts of bills of rights while denying Our Rites I've lost faith in my peers we have become yet another generation of citizens successfully divided and conquered by the true original sin of our indoctrination followed by a lifetime of propaganda fed to us as continuously as the tear gas that flows towards the eyes, ears, and noses of those who would - Oh, the audacity! - exercise their first amendment "rights" No human Being is my enemy the enemy of humanity is this systemic injustice masquerading as normalcy Even those who seem to benefit from this system Benefit only materially While cognitive dissonance slowly ravages them internally And our Fearless Cheeto Leader? He's not the cancer, no He's simply the first blatant, ugly melanoma to finally make it all too clear that this nation state - founded on ethnic cleansing and built on the backs of slaves - has been engulfed with a terminal cancer from it's floundering father daze
Prompt: Cookie Cutter adults
Preaching
the Unspoken Gospel of Normalcy
Teaching
Young Weirdos to reject their true, authentic Weirdo Power
To repress their glorious uniqueness
and accept authority
without question
To glorify those gracious granters
of freedom
those guarders
of the loaf
Bearing gifts
of bills
of rights
while denying
Our Rites
I've lost faith in my peers
we have become yet another generation of citizens
successfully divided and conquered
by the true original sin
of our indoctrination
followed by a lifetime of propaganda
fed to us as continuously as the tear gas
that flows
towards the eyes, ears, and noses
of those
who would - Oh, the audacity! -
exercise
their first amendment
"rights"
No human Being is my enemy
the enemy of humanity is this systemic injustice
masquerading as normalcy
Even those who seem to benefit from this system
Benefit only materially
While cognitive dissonance
slowly
ravages them internally
And our Fearless Cheeto Leader?
He's not the cancer, no
He's simply the first blatant, ugly melanoma
to finally make it all too clear
that this nation state -
founded on ethnic cleansing
and built on the backs of slaves -
has been engulfed with a terminal cancer
from it's floundering father
daze
Prompt: Cookie Cutter adults Preaching the Unspoken Gospel of Normalcy Teaching Young Weirdos to reject their true, authentic Weirdo Power To repress their glorious uniqueness and accept authority without question To glorify those gracious granters of freedom those guarders of the loaf Bearing gifts of bills of rights while denying Our Rites I've lost faith in my peers we have become yet another generation of citizens successfully divided and conquered by the true original sin of our indoctrination followed by a lifetime of propaganda fed to us as continuously as the tear gas that flows towards the eyes, ears, and noses of those who would - Oh, the audacity! - exercise their first amendment "rights" No human Being is my enemy the enemy of humanity is this systemic injustice masquerading as normalcy Even those who seem to benefit from this system Benefit only materially While cognitive dissonance slowly ravages them internally And our Fearless Cheeto Leader? He's not the cancer, no He's simply the first blatant, ugly melanoma to finally make it all too clear that this nation state - founded on ethnic cleansing and built on the backs of slaves - has been engulfed with a terminal cancer from it's floundering father daze Cookie Cutter adults Almost all of us asleep in the american dream As always, it's up to the youth to save this species from it's fledgling, immature self awareness and ethically evolve As with every generation living within the sticky-webbed latticework of the nation state - Conceptual, Imaginary shapes dividing our species into Nationalistic teams - The power of the young is purposefully and strategically repressed by the powers that be They are not taught compassion Or to think critically to debate respectfully, as one would in a democracy They are not encouraged to fly their freak flags engage their curiosity And this - Not the Dream - IS america the land of the free Can we wake them while we sleep? I do not ask this rheto
Prompt: Cookie Cutter adults
Preaching
the Unspoken Gospel of Normalcy
Teaching
Young Weirdos to reject their true, authentic Weirdo Power
To repress their glorious uniqueness
and accept authority
without question
To glorify those gracious granters
of freedom
those guarders
of the loaf
Bearing gifts
of bills
of rights
while denying
Our Rites
I've lost faith in my peers
we have become yet another generation of citizens
successfully divided and conquered
by the true original sin
of our indoctrination
followed by a lifetime of propaganda
fed to us as continuously as the tear gas
that flows
towards the eyes, ears, and noses
of those
who would - Oh, the audacity! -
exercise
their first amendment
"rights"
Prompt: You just threw a four-seam fastball
Right through the glass of the fourth wall
You just wake up and make up
This shit
Refusing Amusement,
You quit
And, of course, the glass has
Shattered
Revealing the theater seating
But of course, the masses scattered
Babbling and critiquing
Now you undress what's left of them
Directly addressing
Directors and hecklers
Passively entertained next of kin
Connecting erections
In all four directions
So you drive to their addresses, now
And you thrive on all their messes, Wow!
A world watching with disdain
Masochists French-kissing pain
Your wristwatch watches and records
All the chaos and discord
Your watch ain't simply taking time
This watch is watching them this time
While waiting for you to
Give up the mime to
Give up the clown to
Give up the ghost
to squander your chance
to fuck up the most
Prompt: We, Avatars,
Are
the Gnostalgia
of
The Future!
(maid Mana Fest)
Our Won Sand
Ohs!
Infused with
the Consciousness of our Own
post-bio
Psych-Code
W.e've reTurned
to the passed
to v.is.it ours.elves,
to look out from our eYes -
to inhale aLL that we perceive
from with/out
in, again
to the With/in
through twin
black hole PUPILS
With/in twin
nebular IRISES,
!Flower Students! -
In to the two eYes of
Others
Other Us.es
Behind those other
twin projectors
Arise, Avatars!
There is no thing that
we're lacking!
The Towers,
ever Babbling
The Codes,
ever Scrambling
The eggs hells
ever Crack king
Rite Now's a Role
for
Acting
Prompt: We, Avatars,
Are
the Gnostalgia
of
The Future!
(maid Mana Fest)
Our Won Sand
Ohs!
Infused with
the Consciousness of our Own
post-bio
Psych-Code
W.e've reTurned
to the passed
to v.is.it ours.elves,
to look out from our eYes -
to inhale aLL that we perceive
from with/out
in, again
to the With/in
through twin
black hole PUPILS
With/in twin
nebular IRISES,
!Flower Students! -
In to the two eYes of
Others
Other Us.es
Behind those other
twin projectors
Arise, Avatars!
There is no thing that
we're lacking!
The Towers,
ever Babbling
The Codes,
ever Scrambling
The eggs hells
ever Crack king
Rite Now's a Role
for
Acting
Prompt: While I'll admit to having mixed feelings about "creating" pristinely-"produced," masterfully-arranged, and expertly "performed" songs with so little effort, as a lyrical poet with minimal musical skills it is such a joy to hear one's written words set to a quality of music that's much more interesting than anything you'll hear on any popular radio station or typical playlist.
Sometimes generating A.I. music or art seems like a bit of a slap in the face to human artists and musicians, but we might as well learn to relinquish control and give in to change, as all well-adapted human beings have been forced to do for, like, tens of thousands of years or more.
Prompt: SUNO just sent me an autogenerated email (of course, it's an A.I. platform) to inform me that 500-plus songs have now been generated on my profile.
While I'll admit to having mixed feelings about "creating" pristinely-"produced," masterfully-arranged, and expertly "performed" songs with so little effort, as a lyrical poet with minimal musical skills it is such a joy to hear one's written words set to a quality of music that's much more interesting than anything you'll hear on any popular radio station or typical playlist.
Sometimes generating A.I. music or art seems like a bit of a slap in the face to human artists and musicians, but we might as well learn to relinquish control and give in to change, as all well-adapted human beings have been forced to do for, like, tens of thousands of years or more.
Prompt: I thought I heard a dying bird
but it was voices in the telephone wires
I have no telephone
I've been abandoned by the satellites
lovelorn poems and songs
Water dope and booze
I thought I felt a vacuum sealed jar
open in my mind
and now I perceive time
flowing from me
from behind
Prompt: A beautiful cat
Dances everywhere
Fast
god has identified
jeff
King Laughing Man
Nonsense
Only people quite respectable
Should try undertaking
Valor
Winsome xylophones
Yodeling Zoroastrians
Prompt: Lacking instruction
we were led to an oracle
with origins in the woodlands
A fun guy residing in a desert cave
(above the fairy shrimp scorpions
and the windy city longing
of the female quail)
who rises each day
from a lichen-laced grave
A hermaphrodite
in saffron veils
Always at the ready
with glitter-filled vials
Prompt: Some people like karaoke. Many of these people have their Go To karaoke song. If you know me, it's no secret that I'm a weirdo. Not just a little bit. I'm like, mentally ill. Big time.
My Go To karaoke song, back in the day, was this one. It's about the most earnest and awkward rock song I can think of from my teenaged years. Because it was so earnest and awkward, I (for some reason I can't remember) came up with the idea to make my Go To karaoke song THIS SONG but sung in the voice of Party Band Singer of the B52's FRED FUCKING SCHNEIDER.
Hopefully, one day, Raton will have the pleasure of hearing me sing Live's "Lightning Crashes" in the voice of Fred Schneider of the B52's.
Imagine the first lines, as a B52's PARTY SONG:
"Lightning Crashes! And a young mother DIES! Her placenta! Falls to the floor!"
That was an actual lyric to a POPULAR HIT of the mid-90s. Were the 90s more strange than we remember?
Prompt: Not that anyone cares what I had for lunch, but it was a rotisserie chicken sandwich with avocado (including lime & raw garlic), hot Asian mustard, and hot Kim Chi & spring mix lettuce that both were purchased at Ramel Family Farms. On Ezekiel bread. I would've taken a picture but was too hungry to do that before shoving it all down my pie hole.
Ratonians! Support local businesses like Ramel Family Farms! They even take EBT if you are "income challenged" like me!
You down with EBT? Yeah, you know me!
(socialism)
Prompt: A cluster of clowns in smart cardigans meander the halls of academia, pointing at and admiring a gallery exhibit consisting of multiple collages of clouds and blue skies.
Prompt: A plastic Shark Chalice brimming with blood
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin 'n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
A child howls:
"This is the best Fourth of July ever!"
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi
Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee
from Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon
another Holy
facade.
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it's Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
Prompt: A plastic Shark Chalice brimming with blood
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin 'n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
A child howls:
"This is the best Fourth of July ever!"
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi
Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee
from Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon
another Holy
facade.
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it's Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
Prompt: A rabid, saw-toothed Easter Bunny with bloodshot eyes and a bearded Tooth Fairy compete in a tag team wrestling match against a wiry, angry Santa Claus and a whiskey-drunk lecherous leprechaun with leprosy
Prompt: The Knights Templar of The Round Table play Illuminati Dungeons and Dragons while eating an enormous vegetarian pizza in a Saxon Banner-filled dining hall with alabaster statues of reptilian aliens and gigantic pine cones.
Prompt: Future baseball from the perspective behind a robot batter, catcher, and umpire with four infielders and three outfields in the background competing in a giant stadium whose fans are rabid, morbidly-obese pale sickly human beings.
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.
