Dall-e thread

[Anonymous No.20502742]

Throw some of your favorite prose in and see what it poops out.
https://huggingface.co/spaces/dalle-mini/dalle-mini\

[Anonymous No.20502805]

More Ulysses
Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. On a field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. His snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented towards his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from far, from farther out, waves and waves.

[Anonymous No.20502824]

>>20502805
This is how it should be animated. All nine panels.

[Anonymous No.20502868]

>"He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking."
Anna Karenina

[Anonymous No.20502904]

>>20502868
damn, that's good

[Anonymous No.20502910]

>>20502742

[Anonymous No.20502923]

>I will never have the ability and creativity to imagine or visualize things I'm reading like this AI
Its over, I got BTFO'd by an AI.

[Anonymous No.20502927]

Every sense of the flesh is tortured and every faculty of the soul therewith: the eyes with impenetrable utter darkness, the nose with noisome odours, the ears with yells and howls and execrations, the taste with foul matter, leprous corruption, nameless suffocating filth, the touch with redhot goads and spikes, with cruel tongues of flame.

[Anonymous No.20502940]

>The intense, pure colors of traffic signals burned through the rain and cast long, edible smears on the wet pavement
-Edmund White, A Boy's Own Story

holy shit

[Anonymous No.20502974]

>He was impatient to be alone with himself, with the boy who had suddenly become a second self. Throughout the afternoon an enchanted vision had been in the background of his imagination. In the silence of the dormitory it came at last into the foreground of his mind where he could contemplate it at his ease.
-Roger Peyrefitte, Special Friendships

[Anonymous No.20503059]

>The soundless roaring of the great solar furnace up there in the vast ether became, too, at that moment worse than merely indifferent to the motions of this infinitesimal creature advancing into the bracken-grown expanses of the historic Heath, like a black ant into a flowerpot.

[Anonymous No.20503082]

>>20503059
Woah, nice

[Anonymous No.20503105]

>“The butter, damn it, the butter!…” Finally he found his dish… He took a whole ladleful… He went back with a whole mess of it… He runs back to the bed quick… She was putting on airs again… wriggling and writhing… He buttered her treasure, the whole thing and all around it, slowly and very carefully, like a specialist… She was all shiny…

[Anonymous No.20503167]

>The peace of God is with them whose mind and soul are in harmony, who are free from desire and wrath, who know their own soul.
Bhagavad Gita

[Anonymous No.20503169]

>>20503167
Pic related

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[Anonymous No.20503243]

>>20503105
lol wtf why is there a cat

[Anonymous No.20503340]

[Anonymous No.20504978]

bump

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[Anonymous No.20505130]

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[Anonymous No.20505150]

>>20505009
>she

[Anonymous No.20505168]

>>20505150