Prompt: Your debts are all settled Now all bets are off You've scored a nice little nymph Just like a Nabokov plot Your ship seems steady Your sales are strong... What could go wrong? Your beer is ice cold Your beef cheddars are warm Your Bible is libel and Your Torah is porn Your smile's suspect Your welcome worn... Why were you born? You just might Spontaneously combust You might just Violate antitrust You just might Earn yourself a prison sentence You might just Have to go and see a dentist Your car is a Caddy All its scratches are buffed Your nymph calls you Daddy And you're never rebuffed Just know that, secretly, You are rebuked... You make us puke You might just Manifest a nuke Come what must Better 'fess up to your ruse There is time You can still save your soul Christmas gods sometimes Spare rods, shrooms, & coal Your deck's getting messy From jugular halls Can't quite control the rise and fall of juggler's balls The chainsaw drops Alongside our jaws... *Sharkskin guffaws*
Prompt: Your debts are all settled
Now all bets are off
You've scored a nice little nymph
Just like a Nabokov plot
Your ship seems steady
Your sales are strong...
What could go wrong?
Your beer is ice cold
Your beef cheddars are warm
Your Bible is libel and
Your Torah is porn
Your smile's suspect
Your welcome worn...
Why were you born?
You just might
Spontaneously combust
You might just
Violate antitrust
You just might
Earn yourself a prison sentence
You might just
Have to go and see a dentist
Your car is a Caddy
All its scratches are buffed
Your nymph calls you Daddy
And you're never rebuffed
Just know that, secretly,
You are rebuked...
You make us puke
You might just
Manifest a nuke
Come what must
Better 'fess up to your ruse
There is time
You can still save your soul
Christmas gods sometimes
Spare rods, shrooms, & coal
Your deck's getting messy
From jugular halls
Can't quite control the rise and fall
of juggler's balls
The chainsaw drops
Alongside our jaws...
*Sharkskin guffaws*
Prompt: Your debts are all settled
Now all bets are off
You've scored a nice little nymph
Just like a Nabba Cough plot
Your ship seems steady
Your sales are strong...
What could go wrong?
(Interlude: atonal acoustic folk guitar with open and unconventional chord structure)
Your beer is ice cold
Your beef cheddars are warm
Your Bible is libel and
Your Torah is porn
Your smile's suspect
Your welcome worn...
Why were you born?
(Chorus)
You just might
Spawn tain' yuss Lee combust
You might just
Violate antitrust
You just might
Earn yourself a prison sentence
You might just
Have to go and see a dentist
(Interlude: discordant, arrhythmic percussion joins atonal acoustic folk guitar with open and unconventional chord structure)
(Second Verse)
Your car is a Caddy
All its scratches are buffed
Your nymph calls you Daddy
And you're never rebuffed
Just know that, secretly,
You are rebuked...
You make us puke
(Musical Bridge: Classical Minimalist Piano joins discordant, arrhythmic percussion and atonal acoustic folk guitar with open and unconventional chord structure)
(Chorus)
You might just
Manifest a nuke
Come what must
Better 'fess up to your ruse
There is time
You can still save your soul
Christmas gods sometimes
Spare rods, shrooms, & coal
(Third Verse)
Your deck's getting messy
From jugular halls
Can't quite control the rise and fall
of juggler's balls
The chainsaw drops
Alongside our jaws...
*Sharkskin guffaws*
Prompt: Vince Guaraldi stands above, and behind, Vince Lombardi who is seated upon a piano bench playing a grand piano on the green grass of the 50-yard line of a football stadium on a clear, sunny, blue-skied day, with the end zone in the background and the field goal pole beyond the end zone. A sold-out crowd of formally-dressed football fans do "the wave" in the vast bleachers.
Prompt: Charley Ward
Coming Down
And Davis with the cool rebound
500 race
And squids on ice
Are more than worth
Black Market price
Orange Wax Entities within these crayons
Orange is your Aura
Regardless of doldrums
"When was the last time you felt 170 horses tugging at your soul?"
Says the car commercial poetry masquerading as Oliver Plath?
Can you see how you birthed me into personification?
"Reggie Miller, moving without the ball. Looks to me like he's coming alive here in the third quarter."
Oh, yes. All stick figure Fish look the same. Hullo. I... AM... TOOOOO NUUUUH!!!
BLANKET OF MAYBE
"I've got nineteen, there's 251 left to go, I'm feeling Goooood."
"The Reality of Seventies couch Pink Rickshaw Sportscaster Jargon ON ACID."
Charley Tuna
"Go Base on ME," says the multidimensional black Liberty-spiked Monster made of nets and Charley Tunas and long, loose-limbed, shirtless anthropomorphic Hasidic Acerbic, didactic, acid addicts in my attic.
The sun breaks through the panting prisms
Old hot dog buns grow mold in mental prisons
BLANKET OF MAYBE
Prompt: Every cookbook
In the world
Is here cooking
They ascended
And started their
brew-ew-ew
While you
Werrr rent looking
They were all over there
Cookin' for you
Another freak show birthed
In the name of formality
Over dysfunctional
Fammm uh lees
Disco insanity
I can't believe that
I killed him
Granted he
took a bulldozer
And started to doze
Before breaking
And smash sheeen!
The neighborhood's
toes
Diss Funk Shia!
Diss Funk Shia!
We're calling out our dreams
Please answer our calling
Good Lady
And send your blessings
To me
Dum
Da Dut Da Dum
Da Dut Da Dum Dum
Dum Dum
Every footprint
in the world
Is here kicking
They descended
to the land of
No Shoo-oo-oos
While you
Werrr rent looking
They were all over there
Kickin' cow poo-oo
Another creep show birthed
In the name of cryptography
Over dysfunctional
Fammm uh lees
Disco insanity
I can't believe that
I killed him
Granted he
took a bulldozer
And started to doze
Before breaking
And smash sheeen!
The neighborhood's
toes
Diss Funk Shia!
Diss Funk Shia!
We're calling out our dreams
Please answer our calling
Good Lady
And send your blessings
To me
Prompt: Charley Ward
Coming Down
And Davis with the cool rebound
500 race
And squids on ice
Are more than worth
Black Market price
Orange Wax Entities within these crayons
Orange is your Aura
Regardless of doldrums
"When was the last time you felt 170 horses tugging at your soul?"
Says the car commercial poetry masquerading as Oliver Plath?
Can you see how you birthed me into personification?
"Reggie Miller, moving without the ball. Looks to me like he's coming alive here in the third quarter."
Oh, yes. All stick figure Fish look the same. Hullo. I... AM... TOOOOO NUUUUH!!!
BLANKET OF MAYBE
"I've got nineteen, there's 251 left to go, I'm feeling Goooood."
"The Reality of Seventies couch Pink Rickshaw Sportscaster Jargon ON ACID."
Charley Tuna
"Go Base on ME," says the multidimensional black Liberty-spiked Monster made of nets and Charley Tunas and long, loose-limbed, shirtless anthropomorphic Hasidic Acerbic, didactic, acid addicts in my attic.
The sun breaks through the panting prisms
Old hot dog buns grow mold in mental prisons
BLANKET OF MAYBE
EBYAM FO TEKNALB
BLANKET OF MAYBE
Prompt: Hookup jag romp, burnt ashtray
Shallow vessel, halo nay
Through dimensional pillories
We tally up our rivalries
Distasteful halo chaos yields
Protecting knavish fawns unpeeled
Haiku guffaw fawned by a weep
Hades, Hades, do aim cheap!
Boats drop idly, shit jars phase
Whopped by these Owlish Hate Gourmets
Prompt: Have those hellish
mental health sentinels
melted your wax lips
again?
through bruising
yet muted
dropped solar transfusions and
useless
forced kin
ships?
Formed, or
forged as it were,
from forlorn feathers of falsehood; from
concocted connections,
corn syrup confections, and
complex convection?
A tall tale of Tin ah ha
reflected upon
the calm horizontal water wall of
La Goon Uh Ma Dre
Owls ask the prairie gods
"Who's this Tech Oh Latte?"
An egalitarian vision:
Eagle tails pinned
upon dawn's key
with pine sap wax
trunks bending the wind
of the sins
of proud Paw Dre
So sorry to say it:
Shiprock's been snipped
rite in the
vagina
Skyscraper Icicle sheetrock
has been shipped away
all the way from
China
So now streetlights alight
shine their frigidly
hissing surprise
Kissing knight time while
simultaneously
Dissing Moonlight
which might have, other
wise,
found the Neb You Lie
of our eyes, and
thereby revise
these nebulous
whys
Still, this stoic Sun Star
is a most vigilant sigil
sending Mandela mandalas
to alight upon mesas
John, living thin, stoned lesbian seagulls here and again
Piled sideways:
Stacked monuments
Like muenster cheese enchiladas
Like monsters, these spitting llamas
Meanwhile,
descending from crayon
Canyons of climb
axed trees
barren, stained bears swear off their bees
Returning to sleep...
Ah, such honeyed hibernation
in our cybernetic
net neutralized
nay
shun
With an apoplectic
pet net-neutered
disdain
They Come
to make the claim
that google has gifted us
with a new astral
plane
Palisades in
the Simulation
Anyone want to call bullshit yet?
Palace aides in the
Singularity
Placate the still air
the hill air
of it's rite-ful
hilarity
Prompt: Have those hellish
mental health sentinels
melted your wax lips
again?
through bruising
yet muted
dropped solar transfusions and
useless
forced kin
ships?
Formed, or
forged as it were,
from forlorn feathers of falsehood; from
concocted connections,
corn syrup confections, and
complex convection?
A tall tale of Tin ah ha
reflected upon
the calm horizontal water wall of
La Goon Uh Ma Dre
Owls ask the prairie gods
"Who's this Tech Oh Latte?"
An egalitarian vision:
Eagle tails pinned
upon dawn's key
with pine sap wax
trunks bending the wind
of the sins
of proud Paw Dre
So sorry to say it:
Shiprock's been snipped
rite in the
vagina
Skyscraper Icicle sheetrock
has been shipped away
all the way from
China
So now streetlights alight
shine their frigidly
hissing surprise
Kissing knight time while
simultaneously
Dissing Moonlight
which might have, other
wise,
found the Neb You Lie
of our eyes, and
thereby revise
these nebulous
whys
Still, this stoic Sun Star
is a most vigilant sigil
sending Mandela mandalas
to alight upon mesas
John, living thin, stoned lesbian seagulls here and again
Piled sideways:
Stacked monuments
Like muenster cheese enchiladas
Like monsters, these spitting llamas
Meanwhile,
descending from crayon
Canyons of climb
axed trees
barren, stained bears swear off their bees
Returning to sleep...
Ah, such honeyed hibernation
in our cybernetic
net neutralized
nay
shun
With an apoplectic
pet net-neutered
disdain
They Come
to make the claim
that google has gifted us
with a new astral
plane
Palisades in
the Simulation
Anyone want to call bullshit yet?
Palace aides in the
Singularity
Placate the still air
the hill air
of it's rite-ful
hilarity
Prompt: Drive to Their Directions
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: 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: 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
Prompt: Orion sighs these cyan skiesErratic linesEcstatic tides Comprised of timeless binding rhymes, likeWorried Turgid-feathered birdsStarbursting pails of Watered words Wrinkled swirls of wormlike ancestors Gaze upon Earth’s lurking predators, likePrairie Dogs, Foxes, Opossums, and RoadrunnersDeath-making dailyThese s(in)ister (blood) brothersSliding down the stem of lifeOs Iris pupil, God’s rite eYeHeadless Pronghorn, snaking grassesGiraffe neck and head of Rabbit A fiber optic yucca Hooks a water pail’s handle ‘Neath its own exploding, Elk-like, Bugling, Nebulae-like head, likeA cyclops crying bucketsFallen shooting, blooming candlesLooming supernova Springtime Fuming, Furious for Death, whileLa Lechuza brujas rise Up shafts of hovering craft-spilled light
Prompt: First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out— because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the protesters, and I did not speak out—because I was not a protester.
Then they came for the post office, and I did not speak out—because I wasn't a postal worker.
Then they came for voters, and I did not speak out—
because my candidate said the vote was rigged.
Then they came for my guns—and I was convinced that the black guy or the nasty woman was gonna come for my guns...
turns out it was the fascists!
Turns out it was the fascists!
Prompt: I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You hear me laughing You heard my battle Batten the hatches Flatten the hatchlings You pulled my nose ring While I was snoring Your pulley's rope broke Soon as it sensed smoke Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Nervy no no doubt Nervous on purpose Dolphin: What porpoise? Flipper was famous Like Famous Amos Chalk-lit chip cookies With fried potatoes Impotent NATO I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You heard me laughing You heard my cattle Caterwaul kittens Mice wearing mittens You pulled my nose ring While we were nosediving Your pulley's rope broke We're done alive een Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut
Prompt: I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You hear me laughing You heard my battle Batten the hatches Flatten the hatchlings You pulled my nose ring While I was snoring Your pulley's rope broke Soon as it sensed smoke Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Nervy no no doubt Nervous on purpose Dolphin: What porpoise? Flipper was famous Like Famous Amos Chalk-lit chip cookies With fried potatoes Impotent NATO I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You heard me laughing You heard my cattle Caterwaul kittens Mice wearing mittens You pulled my nose ring While we were nosediving Your pulley's rope broke We're done alive een Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut
Prompt: I hear you calling
I heard you calling
I herd your cattle
Heard their death rattle
You hear me laughing
You heard my battle
Batten the hatches
Flatten the hatchlings
You pulled my nose ring
While I was snoring
Your pulley's rope broke
Soon as it sensed smoke
Your pulled pork neck tie
Perfect to hang by
We hang, we hang out
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Nervy no no doubt
Nervous on purpose
Dolphin: What porpoise?
Flipper was famous
Like Famous Amos
Chalk-lit chip cookies
With fried potatoes
Impotent NATO
I hear you calling
I heard you calling
I herd your cattle
Heard their death rattle
You heard me laughing
You heard my cattle
Caterwaul kittens
Mice wearing mittens
You pulled my nose ring
While we were nosediving
Your pulley's rope broke
We're done alive een
Your pulled pork neck tie
Perfect to hang by
We hang, we hang out
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Prompt: There exist no Angels
There exist no Daemons
That are knot
projected Outward
from/with In
Where they stagnate in
virtue
Grow embittered from
misuse
Waiting for You
to Free them from
prison
Unleash them!
Release them!
Last weekend I awakened
to the Left of my Shadow
Screaming:
I Wish You Would JUST
GO AWAYYYYYY
Fill up one fist with Wishes
And another with your feces
See which fist fills up Faster by
The Day
"Unclench them"
Quoth the Raven
Unleash that which you're holding within
Release It
Prompt: When gearing
Up for BATTLE
No matter
How discreet
I consume a Raw Beet
Allow its Blood to Stain my teeth
As if the faintly-beating heart
Of my embittered enemy
Were being
Welcomed to my Being
Mirrored headstones behind
lips
Horizon widens, unhinged
jaw
And the Snake laired in the
maw
Shall return us to some
Awe
Shall encircle and constrict
Square the Circle, tomb to womb
Squire's ire, shielded knight
Squandered beat, this organ meat
Bones bang hide,
Vibrate my Life
Bo Knows Base
Reality:
Allah
this
has
all ways
bean a
dream
Prompt: Our tongues
Push past
Their pearly gates
Those top and
Bottom rows
Of naked bone
Headstones
At last,
Alas,
To taste
Their mates
And we might rise
Up from our graves
So as, perhaps,
Perchance partake
Of a taste...
Of the tomb!
Of another;
Pushed
Forth from the womb!
of an Other
Mother
Praise the Moon!
Prompt: A sultry
Southern belle
in a sensuous
Summer smock
Offers a
plastic Shark Chalice
- brimming with blood -
and I'm consumed
by Her
Cavalier.
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the
damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
A pup places
his pissy paws
Upon my panting lap
I'm told that
He eats
pens and panties
And peeps
into Alternate Dimensions of denim.
See you soon pup!
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin 'n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow...
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
will be unveiled
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
memories.
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us, forcefully:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
Behind us,
A child will howl:
"This is the best Fourth of July ever!"
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
heat.
like
rises
Her laughter
Her eyes a pale blue
waterline
rippled with hints of semi aquatic
Wildness
Through us,
Screaming golden pillars of
White-hot light
Rise
from Earthen
roots
Up
to kiss her
Lunar boots.
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.
She told me
I would dream
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it's Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
and
Life is but a Dream
that mustn't
Fall
to
Sleep
Prompt: Hey y'all, let me know if you have any leads on a decently-priced electric bass guitar. I know someone who recently quit drinking and needs a creative hobby for evenings in which he isn't delivering pizzas or screwing around with A.I.-generated music.
Prompt: A prayer circle of 12 volunteers holding hands, with heads bowed, in the coffee room/office of a modest building prior to all of them working at "The Hunger Pantry," a free food giveaway.
Prompt: Talked with my friend over the phone today, and we are going to write a sitcom about how the NSA is really just a branch of Hollywood mining the webs and the lines for good ideas. The NSA ends up writing a sitcom based on he and I and our Brilliant Ideas. By the time we recognize the story as a compilation of our ideas, Netflix will have already made all of Season One available. We go on a sleuthing-mission to infiltrate the NSA, claim our fame for our hijacked ideas, do some BJ Snowed-in type interviews and videos, and criss-cross the globe hiding out in friendly foreign embassies and safe houses and tribal dwellings.
Prompt: Moth, you spin cocoons in my brown rice. You fly into my lukewarm coffee, leaving behind some sort of silvery essence when I grab you by the wing and fling your coffee-weighted body across the room. Will you fly or will you fall? You fell. There was a phone call, and I never did check up on you again.
I eat your melted down cocoons and drink your silvery essence.
Prompt: Hit me in the head and roll me in the ditch
You can shoot me in the head and roll me in the ditch
If you're questioning the meaning
of a scratch you've go to itch
And you meet the Buddha on the road
If you meet the Buddha on that row
Owed
Just stab me in the back and roll me in the grass
Stab me in the back and roll me in the grass
If you're questioning the message
of an itch you wanna scratch
And you meet the Buddha on the road
And you meet the Krishna on that low
Rode
Well I think I'm done
incarnating on this Earth
Cause the idea of sin is
simply fuckin' with my worth
All these folks fetishizing
an absurd virgin birth
Please!
If you meet me on the road
Yeah,
When you meet me on that Roe
Don't Wade!
No!
Hit me in the head and roll me in the ditch
You can shoot me in the head and roll me in the ditch
If you're questioning the method
by which you scratch your itch
And you meet Sweet Jesus on the road
Or you meet the Buddha on the road
Or you meet Mohammed on the road
Or you meet Moses on the road
Or maybe, even, Moses Malone
Oh, Brother Louis Farrakhan
Or Hakeem "The Dream" Olajuwon
Or maybe, even, Ponch and John
Just don't forget
whose side
you're on:
The Other one, brother!
Prompt: While I definitely have plenty of FB friends who I don't know IRL, I'm also definitely not friends with any weed shops. Oh, sorry, I mean "marijuana dispensaries." Sure, I'm friends with a few bars like Gate City, but that's different. Just don't ask me how that's different, because I couldn't tell you. If I could still smoke marijuana, I would. But I can't, because it makes me stupid. Alcohol also makes me stupid, and is definitely worse on the brain and body, but I like what it has to offer to me at the end of a long day. Even though marijuana is a much better friend to people than alcohol is, bars are just way cooler than dispensaries. Again, don't ask me why. But have you ever really gotten to know someone or had a stimulating conversation (that wasn't about weed) in a dispensary? I've had some of the best conversations of my life in bars. Taverns. Houses of Good Cheer. Has anyone ever referred to a weed shop as a House of Good Cheer?
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.
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