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.
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: Oh when the gods of antiquity
Finally
recede
And the new gods of technology
Ultimately
supersede
There's going to be a need for
some continuity
Will that come in the form
of patriarchy?
Good god Google
I've been gored
by all these snoring hordes
with their boring swords
with all their higher lords
and their lesser forms
Squeegee bums cleaning Ouija boards
with their deviations and norms
Good god Google
We've implored
of all these dying lords
quit damming e-fjords
It's time we cut these chords
Stop asking everything
of the Good god Google
glorified oogle
bearded white man in the sky
Quantifying everything
Qualitative nipple ring
Ringing the bar belles from on high
Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of
my face
no longer happens at
mice pace
Oh,
Suicide gulls
Jesus Livingston Seagull
Oh,
Choose a sighed world
Choose to use a new hemisphere
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are you not feeling phlegmish, Dear?
When you've swum in their ocean
or knelt with devotion
or breathed in their air
It puts the lotion in the basket
and cuts the wood for its own casket
Orbs wreathed in despair from on high
Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of
my face
no longer happens at
mice pace
So,
Move aside, boys
There is nothing to see/hear
There is nothing to be here
'cept maybe to be queer
Oh,
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are we in separate hemispheres?
Divided by oceans
choking on honed devotions
or breathing their air
It puts the lotion in the basket
Carts the wood for its own casket
Port of call in despair
Prompt: Cosmic Rainbow light refracted through Diamonds as Neon Purple Euclidian Pyramid Entities dance The Melt Dance and mushroom nymph fairies flitter in the fractalized fire
Prompt: In the background, a blizzard storm of swirling, winged bodhisattvas, Krishnas, and Kali's battle Zoroaster and Zarathustra with Nerf Swords and Machetes while a stadium full of extremely-magnified sand granules, tardigrades, and viruses applaud while eating popcorn, cracker jacks, and nachos and singing a lively chorus of "Take Me Out to The Ballgame."
Prompt: Chess-playing demons and inappropriate, drunken angels harass this unhinged Santa in a Christmas Rainbow Technicolored universe of floating 1970s furniture, avocados, and winged musical instruments (woodwinds, horns, and harps)
Prompt: The beautiful black icicle Princess has Now grown into a beautiful black icicle Queen, but not an elitist Queen, NO, rather a Queen of her beautiful black people and a Pharaohess living in a New Egyptian Atlanta, New Orleans, or New Mexico Zia symbol
Prompt: Plug any pores in your sequined skin
Turn your tear ducts into aqua fires
Immolate your
cell phone
Sell your stocks and
self own
Five G's in the Ali
Towers
Bored rats and gored cat
Powers
Prompt: Hallucination of a burial of live dogs caused by severe influenza fever Hyper-Real images of flu molecules alongside extremely-magnified grains of sand and holy tardigrades clad in papal robes and gold, emerging into the dog burial dimension from a paisley pyramidal refracted diamond light dimension of psychedelic, cosmic technicolor.
Prompt: In the background, a blizzard storm of swirling, winged bodhisattvas, Krishnas, and Kali's battle Zoroaster and Zarathustra with Nerf Swords and Machetes while a stadium full of extremely-magnified sand granules, tardigrades, and viruses applaud while eating popcorn, cracker jacks, and nachos and singing a lively chorus of "Take Me Out to The Ballgame."
Prompt: Fourteen 14 four teen degrees, peeing urinating urns outside
If the dogs canines can tin tin can do it then sew soda can eYe Aye I
Melting the snow, melting the ice
I won't let Death's death's eYe sickles icicles bi cycles bicycles spoil ruin my vibe vibes energy empowerment EMPOWERMENT!!!
Prompt: a Sighed of Runny Fried Eggs in F Minor League
debasement cassette tapes in the Ball Hall of Fame
Steak Filets tabled Dinner Dates
for Hammerin' Hank Air Inn
and the Atlantis Braves
of Mill Walkin'
Boss Tin
Prompt: In an Apache Pancake Diner, Coal Miner's with headlamps meet Alpine hikers in a makeshift basecamp the Himalayan Mountains are being colonized by Martians who forced humanoid Anteaters in Old-Timey Baseball Uniforms to ride Zebra's through an obstacle course of hurdles and javelins
Prompt: Make An Imaginary Nation State Grate!
Make Processed Pasteurized Vegan Cheeses Wiz Again!
We're off to foresee the Wizard!
(or at least be led by playboy bunnies
down into the grinding chicken gizzards
of morphing, jizzing Wiccan lizards)
We're off to reunite with our lost foreskins!
And, with them, re-ignite tossed Molotov pigskins
in the end zones
of non-metered yards
of you stun ass
trough
turf
'n
Charlie don't
surf
Prompt: On the sidewalk outside the front doors of a church, I find a golden cloth in the shape of a cross. I pick it up and go inside, hoping to locate the person from whose ceremonial robes the cloth must have fallen. Upon entering, I realize that this will be a difficult task: the lobby is filled with perhaps 50 young people whose gold-and-white robes this cloth could have fallen from.
Looking around, I make eye contact with an old bald man who is standing next to a middle-aged woman with short, blonde hair. He looks at the cloth in my hand and my baffled expression, and his eyes quickly register an understanding of the situation. With a stoic expression on his face, he reaches out his hand in a gesture that says "Give it to me, son. I'll take care of it."
Now the boys in their gold-and-white robes are beginning their procession into the church from the lobby. Off in the corner, I see an official behind a desk and a roughshod-looking Asian man with Fu Manchu facial-hair standing across from him. I understand that this man is either being booked on a charge of False Imprisonment or else is being released after having served a sentence on this charge.
Prompt: In the beginning was the Word
begins the bible
Or sew why am told
or so I am tolled
In the dictionary are Words
and knot Fall sidles
Orwellian spells
Sir Veil, Lent's breakfast
'Tween the bee and v e lies lie
Virtual Realness
Peaceful Warriors
Peeing pea green soup
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.