Prompt: A Nordic Pagan Heavy Metal rock band comprised of a Crash of rhinoceroses playing angular guitars, a bass guitar, keyboard, and drums on a large, elaborate drum set performs onstage in front of a giant movie screen projecting scenes of the microscopic biological life of the Saharan Dessert superimposed over images of impaled, fungus-infected ants in a large stadium full of humanoid anteater fans in leotards with large eyes and mouths in anime style, all wearing pagan mandala medallions and bearskin headgear and holding flaming cigarette lighters aloft
Prompt: Cliff dwellings with cave paintings, occupied by Moth Men, Jersey Devils, and Lochness Monsters. All orchestrated by marionette puppeteers ordering delivery pizzas brought by cascadian Germanic orchestra conductors.
Prompt: Hot Air Balloon Rally Magnificent Radioactive Microwave Popcorn Magnified One Million times larger as Winged Kali Orgasms and Aliens dine at the Chinese Buffet with Rice Paper Tidal Wave Painting Menu Black Bean Garlic Beef Cow Arby's Kobe Beef Japanese Lotus Trees and Simulation Buddhist google gods
Prompt: Break Stomp Blue Man Group Rebel Overthrow Authoritarianism Trotsky Lenin Marx Castro Hugo Chavez Oil Tankers Vonnegut Bukonon Bukowski John Lennon Yoko Ono Philip Glass Philip K. Dick Koyanisquatsi
Prompt: This is a song of sighs lent
to loose id ditties
I'm standing
next to you
as you lie
next to me
Loose lips just might sink ships
in this port of call
All boats that labor daily
abide such sordid gall
one
and
All
Prompt: This is a song of labor day absurdity
We don't Wear White after We've survived Wounded
knee
I don't confess to the mess of manIfest destIny
YoU don't profess to second gUess the sin of slavery
This is a dong of saber-laid subservience
This is a dull machete
come for piñata spaghetti
This is an old america and a new mexico
Acid tablets on the sandstone tongues of Calicoes
This is a song of latter day saints and former night sinners
This is a dear john letter from our addled baby sitters
Standing on Standing rock
Beneath a flaccid flag
That leaks red white and blue sewage
All of the time
This is the dawning of our swan song water opera
This is the sobbing of the tortured cop who shot ya
He's knows he's just an armed minion of the ruling class
Indentured servitude serves more money and more
morass
Prompt: He'd have driven through the facade
of the Clinton's
pizza place
Where Mario and Luigi
sling slices of pie and fine young ass
In the basest of debasements
Where a crawl space is adjacent
to where Jeffrey Epstein was once
head of the class
And the finale of the
Shoe Store Shooting
featured tarred and feathered trannies
doing lots and lots of looting
They were white, so everyone will be fine...
We know Blackwater
only shoots
at black folks
when they loot
And the minimum wage
you'll wanna wager
With the savior that we're waiting for:
A Jungian in labor
Is that she'll birth a new nation
of nude socialists,
proffering crude appropriations
of Black Power Fists
And are you gonna even barely dare me
not to foresee
graphic art and gaseous farts from
shepherded fairies?
Prompt: A gay renegade mass shooting crisis actor
made the NRA into his wealthy benefactor
lofted Walmart grenades right into Meredith Baxter,
Bernie Sanders, and Ann Landers
while they gorged on Colonel Sanders
In a very special Lifetime Film of The Weak
Adjudicated by a juiced up Judge Judy
The jury featured John Holmes as well as Ron Jeremy
It was the most hung jury
anyone had ever seen!
And at the scene
of the Shoe Store Shooting
A group of chalk outlines
were snorting smack through pipelines
They were white so everything will be fine...
That Black Lives Matter Brand
tar heroine
will getcha every time
Now the minimum wage
you'll wanna wager
The savior that we're waiting for's
a young woman in labor
Who will surely give birth
to a new antichrist
soon as we've done our worst at
Rolling the dice
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: If your blue lives matter
Then so do the lives of trans rappers
‘Fact, aLL transgressors,
Fran Dreschers, and
Man's oppressors
Find me a Pharaoh
to coax me an arrow
And land it by Nero
that old action hero
Back in the year zero
I had no deniro
I'd sit and eat grasses
Beneath underpasses
If smurf lives matter
Then so should the life of Gilgamesh
A mash-up of myths, legends,
lies, libations…
Sometimes much less
If Dale Murphy matters - Batters! -
So, too, should the lives of every Brave
Every Redskin, every Padre, every Pirate
Every Fool, every Sage
Everybody ever buddies
Every budtender friend you've ever made
Would end his mother
Should his sergeant tell him
"Pull the handle on this grenade."
Pull wool
over your eyes,
my guy
And try
this cyanide
lime kool aid
Prompt: If your blue lives matter
Then so do the lives of trans rappers
‘Fact, aLL transgressors,
Fran Dreschers, and
Man's oppressors
Find me a Pharaoh
to coax me an arrow
And land it by Nero
that old action hero
Back in the year zero
I had no deniro
I'd sit and eat grasses
Beneath underpasses
If smurf lives matter
Then so should the life of Gilgamesh
A mash-up of myths, legends,
lies, libations…
Sometimes much less
If Dale Murphy matters - Batters! -
So, too, should the lives of every Brave
Every Redskin, every Padre, every Pirate
Every Fool, every Sage
Everybody ever buddies
Every budtender friend you've ever made
Would end his mother
Should his sergeant tell him
"Pull the handle on this grenade."
Pull wool
over your eyes,
my guy
And try
this cyanide
lime kool aid
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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