Surrealistly – Featured Artist
the eye in the sky pretends to be the universe looking back at me pretend is all we have really so i go with it there's much debate but we still can't decide the authenticity of each other's positioning they are just that sitting in our respective heads miscommunicating coming up with things from the ether well my ether and the universe's figurative one i ask for an orange i get a banana the universe hears plantain it responds with tangerine there's just so much randomness it's easy not to trust any of it everything pokes through like old cheese and not swiss holy cheese from holy cows you know the kind that make you think too much about weird things good and bad things and subjectively of course or intercoursed my shoes are untied and they're brand new brand-spankin' new! and i swore i tied them twice twice i tell you! and now the laces are split like a banana my whole head is splitting because of this little conundrum that continues to grow —a series of mini-episodes— drowning in a bath that was meant to relax you and dip your hedonistic crown into the greatest leisures civilization has to offer though it coincidingly has you bleeding from your head like a prophet at the end of his caper it can't let it be it knows what's good for us we are bananas turned hammocks turned old and pasteurized turned dead and flowering sprouting like zombies friendly beasts from a beautiful hell but hey we all need love some more than others these hells we live by these names that judge us like tempered spirits with red eyes flinging across the room but see they'll disappear each one every inch of 'em these names will vanish into the earth and nature will eat well swallow cities whole and this state of perpetuity will be no longer the face of the day sheds a wrinkle in time this day shall ring the people will stop hiding and seeking stop thinking doing is what matters and be confronted with the gospel they have eaten too much machine food barfed their brains in the world too frequently the awareness of what is not intellect is a precedent to shit thoughts from spying dream bugs that grow into loving it no one will remember this not you especially not you you think you might you pray you will for every inch of your timeclock flesh but you won't you certainly won't i will i'll remember everything remembrrrr the figurative ether the ether that grants the thought you think you asked but instead [of an orange] you got a— well you get the idea even this banana thing using it as a telephone calling your mom she telling stories of you as a kid ones that make you uncomfortable but shouldn’t i see something peeking around the hill looking at me i realize it's me it's been me the whole time pretending to be someone else haunting my mind with steel poles stripper poles gangbanger poles gay cop making in the bushes poles and to think this whole time i thought someone gave a shit a real shit but they didn't i'm paranoid as fuck and as fuck i'm not taking lightly strong as fuck AS FUCK!!! you know how i mean everyone in the room has trouble shaking it and others in adjacent rooms or apartments or houses or towns or cities or states or countries or continents or oceans or galaxies or universes or whatever surpasses the most surpassed gets curious and puts a glass to the wall inciting their feline to penetrate their tame a feeling they've sought after countless nights into dish rags and leftover fast-food napkins all they hear is sex in violent arrhythmias their ears grow like giant elephants as such other body parts follow they are virile they know their place amongst the stars in line at the grocery buying candy at the theatre wherever the fuck they are they know in traffic they can't fly or turn into an insect and escape the madness— being squashed seems to be a simple alternative to existing in this bigger more perverse thing oh they know their place most do most get attached to living as human death to life the romance of it so much so blood spurts everywhere and go figure the furniture is white ain't that the truth like an old transistor trying to find a channel that works but all it gets is static with waves of something almost tangible feelings that almost make sense an analog mask of digitalia we are made up of moments made up moments nothing more a series of them and we call them things marriage funeral graduation birthday celebration yada yada yada worky worky worky all the things we entangle our energies in before they consume us and we name them and attach our ids and truths to them as if their name is more important than the moment they provide i resort to thoughts of nature in moments like this i am drowning in what i know as belief everyone sees me and now i know i am blank bored as an eaten apple turning a new leaf a fish out of water always turning and eventually you'll turn and we'll turn together by LORIN DREXLER
Artificial intelligence is capable of creating some truly amazing and stunning pieces of art. Surrealistly.com is a website that sells art generated by AI DALL·E 2, an artificial intelligence program created by Open AI. The artworks on the surrealistly.com website are all original and unique, and are created in a surrealist style.
Surrealism is a style of art that aims to defy logic and reason, instead embracing the subconscious mind and its ability to create dream-like images. This makes it the perfect style for AI-generated art, as the computer is not limited by the same rules and conventions that humans are. Instead, it can create truly bizarre and otherworldly images that are truly breathtaking.
What is Gen Society?
Gen Society is an art space blog for visual art and creative writing collaborations, and other randomizations. Hosted by writer and musician Lorin Drexler, this online venue is an expressive experience for those interested in the world of the arts. It is a poetic journey through the hearts and minds of contemporary artists in practice and a reflection of those that have long passed.
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