Prompt: A white, male Siamese Cat named Clancy with a racoon tail lives in a messy house with a Corgi/Shepherd named Bella and a Terrier/Chihuahua named Benny.
Prompt: In a dimly lit youth center in rural New Mexico, four teenagers perform inappropriate karaoke songs in a recessed area below the loft in a large space with fancy wood paneled walls, a snack bar in the middle of the room, and a red and grey speckled carpet.
Prompt: Recently, my Dad made plans to come visit me here in Raton. It's exciting news, as it's been 10 years since his last visit... And that's when I was still living in The Adobe Abode outside of Maxwell and ZIA Youth was still more than three years away from even being an idea. Now he'll get to see the city and the home where I've spent the past six-plus years.
My excitement for his visit has gone through the roof since yesterday, though, when I learned that my favorite Uncle, Paul (my Dad's youngest brother) will be flying out to Southern California from the Boston area to accompany my Dad on his road trip to Raton. Perhaps I can talk them into dropping in on the KRTN studios one morning to speak to Billy D. and the This, That, & The Other crew.
Mostly, I can't wait for them to see the new location of ZIA Youth, which is the proudest accomplishment of my life so far.
Prompt: What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all round the sun. What a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen in the blink of an eye and be gone from me. Soft and sweet. Let me hold it close and keep it here with me.
Prompt: If you have been following along as we make our trek to Cincinnati you know that around April 5th Jeff's shin splints forced him to take 4 days off of walking or running. I took over but just wasn't able to get that mileage in that he is capable of. We had to adjust our daily mileage needed to almost 33 miles a day (up from the original 28) to make it to Cinci in time for my 5K on May 4th. Jeff has been busting ass ever since to make up that deficit. With today's mileage he is at 29.5 miles a day to make it on time! He has been doing at least 33 miles a day for some time. I'm so danged proud of him!!!
Prompt: The modern Beltane Fire Festival is inspired by the ancient Gaelic festival of Beltane which began on the evening before 1 May and marked the beginning of summer. The modern festival was started in 1988 by a small group of enthusiasts including the musical collective Test Dept, with academic support from the School of Scottish Studies at the University of Edinburgh. Since then the festival has grown, and now involves over 300 voluntary collaborators and performers with the available tickets often selling out.
Prompt: some Things, knot Rites
The Internet is due
for an existential crisis
when google duly cries to you
"Something's Not Right..."
So I click on the ellipsis
and a pregnant pause is followed
by a lovely Error Message
made from odd icons and words
Copy/paste
to goog translate
From Image to Haiku,
it reads:
Pixel ate the pause
Waterfall of ellipses
Steep spiral staircase
Gee, gmail
eYe can now sea the gale
billowing your winned Sales
pillaging your signed sine waves
For the wind forms within
the storms of sin
of questions asked, scorned again
by your mask
A forced kin
Once
removed
For in the rhyme
within Hyena
Lies a hymn
within his laughter
Waiter there's a math equation in my soup
And a coyness
in the Coyote
who lurks
Circling every coroner, squared
Rounding every trick, stirred
And why might these ellipses sigh
From Calliope Music piped into the night?
My Muse gets sick
when this limerick shtick
is cooed
from on high:
There once was a man from...
oh
Fuck it
MuSe ickness
and health
oh
Well
Hears tune wishing...
The Internet is doomed to
an existential burden
Quelling the outsourced curiosity
of an entire species
Digitizing the consciousness of
Olive
Us, once dead
Branching out through the
all seizing eye
a black hole floats within
a nebulous lie
It's
the very scary
hairy-Spidered TRONing
of our Souls
It's
The Whirled
Why'd
Web
Such a latticework!
Behold!
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?
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
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
There and then
what had been
obtuse translucence
was transmuted
into
acute
reflection
Prompt: Such udders drooping
The Other looming
Down in that river valley
Out where the light passes
Not through the glass of this house
but through gases
Out where the low hum heard
Is the om
in one's ears
the bloodstream
through words
The low hum of the land
bugle of an elk
death rattle of a man
Codes both genetic and binary
Broth of blood and fish
within the silicone thought bubble
of an android's wish
When the refrigerator quiets
my old friend hEARing damAGE joins the fray
Ear Drumming
a seemingly-infinite
high-pitched
cymbal hit
Prompt: the Siamese purrs a subtle snare roll
Zephyr rattles the Box Elder bones
Lost lizards scatter
tossed with centipedes and wasps
upon shards of shade
interspersed with refracted rainbows
whose colors dance
upon a canvas
of adobe
earth
tones
A skeleton of another cat
who so often perched and purred in my lap
Snores through her great dirt nap
beneath
the skull and the pelvis
of a once-grazing bull
His other bones
scattered by a skinny young bear
Who I brazenly slurred at
from up on the slope
While he slurped out the marrow
of her current headstone
down below
the Adobe Abode
Back when those feline bones
were still coated
in flesh and fur
Within her marrow resides
memories calcified
of all those sweet purrs
undisturbed
in the dirt
Prompt: Tori Amos Famous Amos Chocolate Chip Entheogenic Therapeutic Mushroom Cookie Ayahuasca Ceremony Cookies with He Man and Skeletor dressed as skeletons and scandenavians
Prompt: Rich, across some kind of large rectangular work table from me in what seems to be an abandoned building, explains to me his idea for a band or something. I look at him and his eyes are red but the irises are vivid and his pupils are enormous. I tell him this and ask whether he’s on mushrooms or something. Now his eye is one giant eye, with the pupil expanding and contracting and the irises almost flaming.
Prompt: Rich, across some kind of large rectangular work table from me in what seems to be an abandoned building, explains to me his idea for a band or something. I look at him and his eyes are red but the irises are vivid and his pupils are enormous. I tell him this and ask whether he’s on mushrooms or something. Now his eye is one giant eye, with the pupil expanding and contracting and the irises almost flaming.
Prompt: The Singularity Is Near... Or, this "reality" we're typing in on this virtual, facetious book is nothing more than one of possibly-infinite simulations of some baseline biological/physical reality that once existed... Or did that ever exist? DNA might be a super-advance form of computer coding. Maybe biological/physical reality was always an illusion, and The Originator at the very bottom of all these Turtles upon Turtles was nothing more than a Computer Programmer. But something must've preceded the Programmer... Like the Computer! And something must've preceded the Computer... some Original Intelligence? Was the first intelligence any less artificial than Artificial Intelligence? Is A.I. just The Creator coming around full circle? Is the very point of a created species evolving into self-awareness to become the creators of their own species? Heck if I know, I'm just attempting to stay curious about a frightening, absurd, beautiful, awe-inspiring world that is becoming very hard to regard as "real" in any way I once understood "reality." However, as often as I choose to regard All Of This with curiosity and compassion I'm just as often possessed by anxiety and dread (perhaps also a choice?).
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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