Prompt: The sky has large tears of crackling blue energy. The people below are being taken to a starship that will take them off this world. This planet is dying. The ground is broken and littered with skulls and bones.
Prompt: Uranium Beavers are coming to your town. With Geiger counters and pamphlets in their hands. They have come to take back their land. If they bite you, you're gonna glow. You'll become radioactive and have your organs turn to goo. The animals will take back their kingdom. They will learn to smoke and drink. And indulge in the culture of convenience, letting go of all they have never known.
Prompt: We were holding on to one day. When we'd leave the past behind. You were going one way. I guess that I went mine. We were filled with a sense of wonder that we could fly. Hold on. This is just a dream. Stuck inside a memory only my mind can see. All that you touch. All that you see. All you forgive. All you believe. Another setting sun has come undone.
Prompt: Swimming in the seas of a drug-induced twilight. Am I living or am I dead? How long have I been under? Will I ever surface from swimming in this crystallized amber womb? The feeling of being inside of you. The fear I feel inside myself. Mortality in question. Am I worthy of love? The horns swell. Try a little tenderness plays on.... I am flying. I can taste the salt in the sea. I hear the sounds of the atmosphere from thirty thousand feet. I am buried in the dirt. Crawling my way out of this gravity grave. The worms fill my mouth and try to choke me into becoming one with them. I fight for existence. I fight for the young souls I helped spawn. I awake, grasping for air and flailing. The nurses restrain me. And shoot me up again. I'm slipping back into another dream from the morphine. They are only protecting me from myself. I shrug off the effects of the induction of more honey. I smile as the faces around me melt into nothing. Time means nothing as I fade back into the womb. A drug-induced dream. A surgical repair from this state of being. Have they removed it all? The festering wounds inside me? Or, is this only the beginning of the end?
Prompt: You speak of life as if you have lived. All the while you grovel and prostitute with your pen. A dream that was once an amorphous state of being. Is now the dictation of virtues you hold on to, within. Without this mode of thinking, you are destined to replicate those who have come before you. You are the vagrant, the misfit. A toy to be played with. Pliable in nature. You submit to the hive mind as a whole collective. Whatever happened to individual thought? Did it become offensive to think against the grain? Salt of nature flows through these veins. Say what you mean and mean what you say. That's just crazy talk. No one thinks that way. What if someone does? Do they disrupt the segmented order? The consensus feeling of belonging? Trials. Time. A systemic order of everything in its right place takes over. The concept of normality becomes conformity. Whatever happened to living? Breathing. Existence to the end.....
Prompt: If she threw me away as you lay dying. Did she ever really love you? You were blinded under April skies. You couldn't see the malice behind her eyes. You wanted more. I wasn't enough. You have said those same words to so many before me. How could I have been so blind? Nothing can change it. Life is what you make it. It's been a year since my voice has left me. Now only muted words come forth from this voice box. Choking on whispers. Oxygen is what my hands are crawling towards. Do you remember that feeling of singing your heart out? The way your body felt when you were enthralled by the sounds coming from your fingers and your voice? I have to believe I will experience these feelings again. When I wake up, life will be as it was before the flood. None of this is real. It's just another test of this body's constitution. Never give in. Never give up. As long as there are stars in the sky, and the sun rises in these eyes. I will persevere as I've been out here wandering all these trails. I have asked myself. Is time the predator or the companion?
Prompt: She came to me last night in my dreams. To whisper you're nothing. I am happier without you, and you will never amount to anything. I awake from this dream. Disoriented and realing from the ghost of you. I remember that I am free. From all of your loathing, all of your vitriol, and your lies. I will let her think what she will. I will think of here and now, and the future, without her.
Prompt: I wanna feel. Something real.
Something I can understand, I hold the future in my hands.
Give me reasons. To show some feelings.
You can take what you can give, or give what you can get
Throw it all away for your lies.
All night, dancing in the light.
I never want this feeling to end.
Give it time, alright. Learn to feel again.
For all is one, and forever will always be.
You wanna feel, something real.
The way you felt the night we met, the feelings of love with no regrets.
I'll give you reasons. To show some feelings.
Hold you in my arms and never let you go.
All the time, memories in my mind.
None of this is real, and I don't mind.
Give it time, alright. Learn to feel the light.
For all is one, and forever will always be.
Prompt: She is lost in space and time—headphones on without a care in the world. The world is unravelling around her, and she has not a single fuck to give. She has seen herself be born, she has seen herself die, and she wants time to cease to exist. Her soul has broken, her mind is frayed, she is light and beauty.
Prompt: People are dying every day. Just as people are being born. It may be wrong. I guess it's alright? After all, it's all we've ever known. All you can say . Don't think it will matter in the end. Nothing's here to stay. Nothing but the sun and rain. Walking alone, and I'm thinking about. All the time that has come and gone. We've been bought and sold and lied to. On a loan for so long.
Prompt: People are dying every day. Just as people are being born. It may be wrong. I guess it's alright? After all, it's all we've ever known. All you can say . Don't think it will matter in the end. Nothing's here to stay. Nothing but the sun and rain. Walking alone, and I'm thinking about. All the time that has come and gone. We've been bought and sold and lied to. On a loan for so long.
Prompt: She is lost in space and time—headphones on without a care in the world. She is beautiful with fiery red hair that falls in waterfall curls. The world is unravelling around her, and she has not a single fuck to give. She has seen herself be born, she has seen herself die, and she wants time to cease to exist. Her soul has broken, her mind is frayed, she is light and beauty.
Prompt: A man made of yarn. He does not have flesh. His skin is yarn. He is in peril. He is not a happy go fucking lucky wizard. HIS BODY IS MADE OF YARN! He slowly unravels into oblivion. He is wearing multicolored wizard's robes and a wizard's hat. He carries a staff that is made out of gummy candies. He is smiling and laughing as he slowly unravels, even though his body is being torn and frayed. He is walking through an enchanted forest that is alive with color and wonder.
Prompt: Intolerance comes in many shapes and sizes. It comes from the bigot who claims superiority based on ignorance. It comes from the conform to my non conformity twink. You're mental illness in not a virtue. Phantom cocks and invisible tits. Media is not a god. It is a scourge that is brainwashing the old and young alike. They are selling feelings from vending machines. The are selling rage that plays to the worst nature of us all.
Prompt: All alone on a one way road. Time has worn her bones down to dust. Her soul as black as night. I her heart the color rust. Under an apple tree a large lynx waits for her. He is offering a contract for unlimited fame and fortune. The fool signs it. The allure of being someone who holds all the virtue over thoughts and free will is to much to turn down.
There she goes. Equipped with her bag of violence.
Model:
MirageMaker
Size:
1152 X 896
(1.03 MP)
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Prompt: As I leave this mortal plane I contemplate everything that has been and gone. I float on angels wings into the cosmos. Blood drips from my eyes. A dying planet is inside of my exposed chest. Wrapped in chains and thorns. My heart is replaced by the earth. All I have to do is let go. And the chaos will cease to plaque me.
Dying is easy , it’s what I’m living for (not only)
Model:
AIVision
Size:
2048 X 2048
(4.19 MP)
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Prompt: I spirit of pure energy. I Float above my body. I lol down upon my dying self. My soul is departing, the reaper's presence looming, demons eager, angels guarding, passage into the void, existential contemplation, the transient nature of life, emotional detachment, spiritual journey, shamanic rituals, monk's wisdom, preacher's final blessings, transition to the afterlife, ethereal light, peaceful acceptance, surreal setting, mystical atmosphere, vibrant colors, intricate details, emotional depth, symbolic elements, divine intervention, introspective moment, serene and otherworldly, artistically rendered, spiritual guidance, ethereal glow, warm and cool tones, spiritual awakening.
Prompt: Fuck your theory that chaos is the only way. I rebuke the notion that violence will subvert peace. A bullet for your brain. The maelstrom of information will come for us all. Will you sit there and smile as they die ? You will be first against the wall. False in your empathy. Fake in your prowess to commit violence. I will find you alone on the floor. Cut up. Terrified. The rain is poison. It melts everything it touches.
Prompt: As storm is on the rise. Climbing out of the muck and the mire. A female being made of cosmic energy. She is multi colored ethereal light. She holds a bleeding heart in her hands. The blood turns to dust as it hits the arid earth. Her neck is wrapped in dead withering thorns. Her eyes blaze with the fury of the gods. The constant torment she feels is on display inside her chest. It as batle that has taken the lives of so many. Their bodies litter the battlefield. War rages inside her. Tranquility emanates from her fingertips. Is she the harbinger of death? Is she the giver of life? The landscape is vast and intricate.
Prompt: Someday you might find your hero. Some say you might lose your mind. I'm keeping my head down now for the summer
I'm out of my mind but pour me another. I'm going to take that tiger outside for a ride. What a life. Keep on chasing down that rainbow
You'll never know what you might find. Over the sunset on the horizon. It may be a dream but it tastes like poison
I'm going to take that tiger outside for a ride. What a life. Someday you might find your hero. Some say you might lose your mind
Prompt: Reality is shaped by the hands of the living. Long are the days. Short is the marrow. Fortitude to combat the voices, choices made to shape this inception. Silence, Sex, Melody, Violence. I take a walk. I get to hide. Only self. Heart of stone. Without you. Within You. Memories I can't help. They are ingrained into all that I am. Under the Milky way. Tonight. Empty. Sound of the breath fades with the light. Lower the curtain down on Memphis... Wish I knew what you were looking for... Might have known would you will find. Shimmering and wide. Despite your destination.
Prompt: As you move. Took me him way to soon. A ghost of a shell. Sounds rebound. Talk of terror and regret. Hanging on the keys that came and went. Sharps and flats. Swimming on the moon. Abstract. Lost in the ethos.
Prompt: Loss is left behind. Like a shroud lifted. Rise again. Like a phoenix rises from the ashes. Born again in the light of love. I can’t bring myself to hate you. When I’m still in love with you.
Prompt: Lost in the laws of reality. Nothing is as it seems. Everything and everyone isn't real. Only dreams and wisps of energy. Under the blue lights. Will we make it till Monday? A Storm In Heaven. Star Sail. Hello, It's me. Calling out. I can see you. Crying out. Are you there? It's me. I wanna touch you. It's me throwing stars in your mixed up world. The screams rebound to me. They come back home to me.
Prompt: Seek shelter from the storm. Your mind is a prison. Of your own making. Addicted to the sadness. Revel in the ecstasy. Run naked through the fields. Screaming to the heavens for release. The answer never comes. It never will. Tonight. Underneath the killing moon. I will wash away the pieces that remain of you.
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Brian Harris
(landauarcher)
Member since 2017
I've lived, I've loved and I have made the most of my time on this planet.
In the pursuit of happiness. I have fallen and risen.
I love to cook and make music and art in all its various forms.
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