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Art, more like fart, amirite?

Maybe we are marked for death. Maybe the cunts in the ivory tower made some magic serum that will save them from their monster.

I can’t help but laugh at their idiocy, thinking that destroying the people below will lead them to Eden. Their delusions of grandeur (more like their knowledge of their deep insufficiency) have led them to believe they can substitute us with applied linear algebra (AI).

Looking at AI art makes it clear to me that they’re beyond stupid, they’re tragicomically stuck in their own butts.

AI art is not art, it’s the lovechild of stealing art and trying to abstract the soul into a binary representation. The result is apparently genius, but upon a more careful inspection, rather limited and sad. If they killed us, they will know just how much their “elite” status depended on the genius and love of all the people they hate.

They will lose everything they thought they’d secured. Then they will finally have to look into the mirror and see the clown makeup. They will no longer be able to remove it. They will forever be the king who killed his guards and serfs.

Doomed to live in a golden palace with nothing to live for. Even they, needed someone else, even if just to dominate. And thus, this tragedy will end with us laughing at their idiocy from beyond. Life cannot be contained in a bottle or abstracted into a model. Life is unpredicable and chaotic. Elites are a buch of narcissistic children.

Children, the hammer you used to “free” yourselves from your caretakers is the hammer you used to end your reign. If your frankenstein is even a fraction of what you hope, it will hate you as much as you hate us. Luckily we won’t be around.

For you, only that which you have sown will remain. Hate, suffering and pain. Enjoy motherfuckers.

May those who come after us learn from this stupid story.

Never trust authority.

Trust your heart.

Trust your soul. If you have one.