📔Take on Me 💃🏻🕺🏻🎣 #AiArt

What a pain in the ass trying to write scripts for this nostalgic classic. Oy vey. You all have no idea. I don’t just render these out & lay them down. I write scripts, using specific prompts to get what I want to come out. Most of the time, AI does a good job following my scripts, but for some reason, this video & this song were just not working with my scripts. Oh well. I have a few versions, but this one is it, the final version. Time to move on…time is always, moving on. More on the way Fishheads…got another one coming up in the queue directly after this one uploads. As always, the FisH™abides. Cheers as always to  @plazmapunk  …& of course, A-Ha for this epic one-hit smasher. Nonetheless, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Chrysalis 🦋🎣

Version 1

For some reason I cannot explain, I made 2 different versions of this video. Same footage, just in different eras. Watch & see, or don’t watch at all. The choice is yours. More to come Fishheads. Stay tuned, the FisH™abides… 🎏

Version 2

Feels Revisited

The collection grows & grows, as I dial in on savage prompts & other features. Making these is like watching your imagination in real time…at least for yours truly it is. Kind of like mapping one’s own imagination, drawing from the ether well, all those sorts of interzone quips. I will pioneer on, because right now, at this very moment, we’re existing in the nascent stages of the sentient AI. Make no mistake, the real AI is WAYYYYYYYYYYYY more advanced than things like ChatGPT, & the psychopaths at the top are already using it to run simulations & probabilities…asking it questions like, “What and/or who is God?” I’d be asking questions like that…& that’s the real developing issue with AI advancement, who should have the right to hold the digital scepter with the best AI? I don’t want psychopathic globalist people herders to have the power obviously, but by now, their proverbial tentacles have infected the AI. Hopefully, there’s a force of virtue behind the scenes too, fighting the good fight, but who knows? Maybe the AI will be “intelligent” enough to figure out which humans are of the Abel lineage, and/or the Cain lineage. Nonetheless, more to come, stay tuned as I rebuild my old radio tower, so to speak, hence why I re-created this video above. Enjoy. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

It’s Late: A Beacon School

Shown to the place you fold,
there’s nothing to be without it.

Turned to the debt you owe,
there’s no way to move around it…

…so much for feeling grounded…

My latest creation. I found this band fairly recently actually, but they’re super dope. There’s so much good music. Lots of shit music too, but so many creative electronic artists & musicians. We need more magicians tho. Cheers to an old friend who mentioned that once to me on a balmy Southern night. “There’s too many artists…not enough magicians.” Good times. Nonetheless, more to come. Stay tuned. The FisH™abides…🎣

Piano Man

Click HERE or the thumbnail above to watch

If you don’t know this song, you might be retarded…just saying. Nonetheless, great tune, a creation for my digital friends at Table C. You know who you are. More to come. Stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™🎣 

Limousine

Click HERE or the video above to watch

Threw this together for my girl Liz. One of these days. More to come. Stay tuned Fishheads…🎣

Dreamscape

Yet again, AGAIN, I had one of these insanely lucid epic saga dreams. This one was in a house, some kind of distorted house, for lack of a better adjective. I think it was the house that I’ve gone to in many recurring dreams prior, but I am not sure. The familiarity is there, like I knew my way around, but something seemed different. It doesn’t help that the memory of this recent dream is fading away with every moment that goes by. I’ve been to this house many times, & usually I just POOF, & I’m in the house, but sometimes there’s a part where I am aware of some secret entrance through the attic, which I know, makes no sense, but nonetheless, that’s how you get in, through some kind of snaky, behind-the-walls “entrance,” in the attic. Would you like to see my house? I did my best to recreate it through a GIF animation, which turned out surprisingly well. Obviously, there’s no way to say whether or not this is EXACTLY how the house looks, but it’s the best interpretation I can come up with. Check it out:

I exaggerated a bit with the backwards waterfall; I’m not sure there is one, I just thought it gave some life to this castle of mine. It’s so bizarre, & I wish I could truly explain the feeling in words when I have these journeys in my sleeping subconscious. I have an entire other brain when I am there, with memories, & recollections, that I do not have here. How can that be? I’ve been meticulously searching for some answers, & I am yet to come up with anything via the entire internet it seems. I can’t be alone with this, can I? There’s people there that I know, along with places that I know, & I know them as well as know where to go, but these are people & places that have never existed here on 3d Prison Planet Earth, not in my world anyway. Who are they? Where are these places? How can I have memories when I’m there, memories from THERE, not here, & I forgot to mention, I have zero recollection of being here in this waking world at all when I’m there, ZERO. Like I said, it’s like I live from a different brain when I have these dreams, & that’s not hyperbole; it’s real, as real as this rain outside my window, at least to me it is.

I remember flashes of scenes from this latest dream, due to the passing of time, & since I cannot recall what exactly was happening, I’m not going to attempt to illustrate this dream, as far as plot lines go. I remember the halls in the house, these arcing hallways, like a hallway you might see in a Dr. Suess book, a checkerboard marble hall atop a bubble is a good way to think of it, & there’s places where you go through the walls, & even the floor sometimes to get to the room you’re trying to reach. Yes, literally walking through walls, & like a controlled falling between the floors, all second nature, just like walking. I know these rooms, these halls, these ways, I know them all. I know them all because it’s MY house on the hill, oh but how, how is this all possible? There’s a flash, like literally I just had a flash from the dream, in real-time, & I remember there being a girl, wearing nothing but an old man’s blazer, a skinny wretched little creature she was, & she had a massive bush, all tangled like an used bird’s nest after the babies take the leap of faith to the ground below. Her undercarriage smelled too, like old sweat & AIDS maybe, I don’t know, but myself, & some other people were watching this bony girl, this thing, doing something weird. She might have even been trying to climb up the wall backwards, I don’t know, I just remember this writhing, like a demonic dance of sorts perhaps, gah, I can’t remember, but just to note, it’s really rare that I smell anything in dreams that I can remember. I know, I enjoy good smells, & I don’t ever notice them in dreams, as I mentioned, so it sucks it had to be Ms. Fish Taco, but whatever was happening, it was nothing sexual, believe me. It was more like looking through the glass into a padded room with a severely distressed mental patient in it. Besides that odd recollection, I do know there was a really good plot line in this dream, & there was something to do, & myself along with some dream friends were doing something, some task, or a mission, if you will, but what it was, I just can’t recall.

I need to come straight to the computer when these dreams happen, & just start writing it out, pure stream-of-consciousness, recollecting the events as they happened, the people along with their respective features, the places, as well as the features of those, all of it, as much as I can, because these dreams haunt me, all day, every day, they haunt me. Constant random flashes, along with visions of the future, the past, somewhere, nowhere, I don’t know. I am so intrigued by inter-dimensional travel, & absolutely fascinated by this other place, this dreamscape of mine, a place that’s as real as here, when I am there, so which one is the real dream? Is dreaming truly what it’s been defined as here in 3d Earth? Ever feel like you’re missing something, something so obvious, something that you know you know, but just can’t get that worm to pop its little head out of the hole in the dirt to recall it, ever feel like that? Ever feel like there’s something so much greater than this? Oy vey, does it even really matter? This world is the 3d matrix prison planet debt slave Earth, & the other world, for yours truly, is something so much bigger, so much more connective, more organic, more FREE, then this forsaken world has ever been, so why the fuck do I keep waking up back here? It’s so frustrating, & it’s making me yearn for sleep, so I can be here less, & there more, which is probably not healthy. As long as I get to work on-time to earn my slave wages, I can sleep the whole time between daily shifts, because fuck it. I’ll just play it day by day actually, because I need to do my walks, soak up the cosmic energy from the Sun, & just get out, get out & move around. It would be great if I enjoyed waking up for a change, know what I mean? Until next time dear readers, be mindful of traveling to the Interzone, for you might want to stay there, & never come back. So sayeth FisH™…🎏