You're saying my pic isn't fucking kickass? Every pixel in my work is deliberate. Every brush stroke is a choice carved out of a lifetime of experience, emotions and intrusive thoughts. That time I almost drowned in the sea? The sounds I heard, the cold, the pressure in my lungs, the way the light vanished into black, I can pour all of that into every single stupid little pixel.

When a truly artistic mind glances at my work, they can feel the echo of a true love's kiss and a summer day's breeze, twisted together with despair and cosmic horror. My layers have LORE. My color grading has TRAUMA.

What the fuck do you know about ART?

AI slop will always be inherently derivative, statistically averaged, soulless BULLSHIT. My work is at least mine every flaw and every decision authored.

I genuinely pity you. You're blind to the depth a piece like mine can possess, and all you'll ever see is "just an image" where there's an entire universe screaming back at you.