Fuck you. I love AI. Just not the kind you’re thinking about.

OK. I'm gonna fucking say it out loud. I fucking love generative AI images. Not the kind of the fucktards are creating to spam humanity, but the raw unvarnished output of an unhinged mind that comes from a zero prompt image generated from the early stable, diffusion models.

What the fuck am I talking about? I'm talking about dreamlike qualities, glimpsing into how these models have encoded our universe. It's weird and trippy and dreamy and I fucking love it.

I never try to harness the output, I simply let the machine dream, and I'm doing so I discover great random things that are something between an acid trip and an afternoon nap while drunk on mai tais.

Forget the slop. I'm not calling this art either. This is something different, this is something totally new. I don't have to capture it and make it an academic white paper, I have to let it ride and enjoy it.