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…juice? 🤯
Some words are naturally jean!
Jool-Aid
Jaint
I think I might jomit
Keep your jucket next to you just in case.
I’m jrunk as shit
Looks like watered-down laundry detergent. Imagine that; you can clean the cup while you jrink from it.
I hate that I’m going to upvote every single one of these.
But I am going to.
Jeverage
Jamomile tea
I don’t log in for 2 days and what is all this?
I have no fucking idea, it just appeared yesterday for some reason
It’s a cool cup, but why is the drink blue?
Some may say it is the (J)uice
It’s the infusion of Denim that gives it its flavor.
There’s something weirdly disappointing about AI images. I haven’t lived through any other significant era where a craft became a commodity, but I imagine this is what some people felt like during the industrial revolution.
Generate a reply to a fediverse comment. The comment expresses agreement and laments the rise of this soulless and parodic facsimile of creativity which furthers the social and economic devaluation of a profession whose practitioners are already frequently characterized as “starving”. Amiable yet embittered tone, melancholic tone, eloquent but a little overwrought, high quality, faded colors, style of Greg Rutkowski.
Certainly!
A shared lament, indeed. It’s a paradox of our times, this abundance of empty simulacra, leaching the vibrancy from genuine creation. We witness the devaluation of artistry, a realm where passion once thrived, now bartered and commodified. A faint hope whispers that perhaps, from the ashes of this parody, a new understanding might emerge, a recognition of the irreplaceable essence of human creativity. But for now, we are left amidst the faded hues of a world struggling to discern the real from the artificial.
