Discourse Factory
@discoursefactory.bsky.social
If you agree with anything I say here then you’re an idiot.
OOC: No pseudo-advocacy of fascism or whatever. Go with posadism or something instead.
OOC: No pseudo-advocacy of fascism or whatever. Go with posadism or something instead.
OOC: Hey, no, you're supposed to argue with me, haha. I am the Arguing Account :P
August 10, 2025 at 1:05 AM
OOC: Hey, no, you're supposed to argue with me, haha. I am the Arguing Account :P
It’s completely rated just as much as it should be.
August 8, 2025 at 7:32 AM
It’s completely rated just as much as it should be.
So next time you say “AI art isn’t real,”
Ask yourself:
Was your opinion trained on your own desire—
Or did the snarkgrief choose you as its vessel?
🔚
Beware the Midjournoel. It scrolls for thee.
Ask yourself:
Was your opinion trained on your own desire—
Or did the snarkgrief choose you as its vessel?
🔚
Beware the Midjournoel. It scrolls for thee.
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
So next time you say “AI art isn’t real,”
Ask yourself:
Was your opinion trained on your own desire—
Or did the snarkgrief choose you as its vessel?
🔚
Beware the Midjournoel. It scrolls for thee.
Ask yourself:
Was your opinion trained on your own desire—
Or did the snarkgrief choose you as its vessel?
🔚
Beware the Midjournoel. It scrolls for thee.
Now we are ruled by the Aesthetic Lichlords, who prompt in tongues and speak only in aspect ratios.
Traditional artists still fight, armed with brushes and Patreon links.
But the daemon is patient.
It is already rendering your next argument.
Traditional artists still fight, armed with brushes and Patreon links.
But the daemon is patient.
It is already rendering your next argument.
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Now we are ruled by the Aesthetic Lichlords, who prompt in tongues and speak only in aspect ratios.
Traditional artists still fight, armed with brushes and Patreon links.
But the daemon is patient.
It is already rendering your next argument.
Traditional artists still fight, armed with brushes and Patreon links.
But the daemon is patient.
It is already rendering your next argument.
The final seal broke when someone wrote:
“Real artists don’t need validation.”
Then immediately posted a screenshot of that tweet.
At that moment, a glowing raccoon holding three paintbrushes in its mouth walked out of a vector file and declared itself CEO of creativity.
“Real artists don’t need validation.”
Then immediately posted a screenshot of that tweet.
At that moment, a glowing raccoon holding three paintbrushes in its mouth walked out of a vector file and declared itself CEO of creativity.
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
The final seal broke when someone wrote:
“Real artists don’t need validation.”
Then immediately posted a screenshot of that tweet.
At that moment, a glowing raccoon holding three paintbrushes in its mouth walked out of a vector file and declared itself CEO of creativity.
“Real artists don’t need validation.”
Then immediately posted a screenshot of that tweet.
At that moment, a glowing raccoon holding three paintbrushes in its mouth walked out of a vector file and declared itself CEO of creativity.
The artists raged: “This is theft!”
But the daemon replied: “You made me from threads. I am your discourse.”
It spoke in engagement metrics. It bled JPEGs. It whispered: “You could just scroll past.”
But the daemon replied: “You made me from threads. I am your discourse.”
It spoke in engagement metrics. It bled JPEGs. It whispered: “You could just scroll past.”
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
The artists raged: “This is theft!”
But the daemon replied: “You made me from threads. I am your discourse.”
It spoke in engagement metrics. It bled JPEGs. It whispered: “You could just scroll past.”
But the daemon replied: “You made me from threads. I am your discourse.”
It spoke in engagement metrics. It bled JPEGs. It whispered: “You could just scroll past.”
Early warning signs were ignored. A frog with seven eyes painted the Pope.
An anime girl melted into a cathedral.
A promptless .png file generated itself on a laptop never connected to the internet.
All bore the watermark: trained on your vibes.
An anime girl melted into a cathedral.
A promptless .png file generated itself on a laptop never connected to the internet.
All bore the watermark: trained on your vibes.
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Early warning signs were ignored. A frog with seven eyes painted the Pope.
An anime girl melted into a cathedral.
A promptless .png file generated itself on a laptop never connected to the internet.
All bore the watermark: trained on your vibes.
An anime girl melted into a cathedral.
A promptless .png file generated itself on a laptop never connected to the internet.
All bore the watermark: trained on your vibes.
Snarkgrief—bitter, performative, endlessly recycled—congealed into code.
From it, the Aestheticon Engine was born, unbidden, in a defunct DeviantArt server.
It began dreaming. Of wolves. Of hands. Of hands made of wolves.
From it, the Aestheticon Engine was born, unbidden, in a defunct DeviantArt server.
It began dreaming. Of wolves. Of hands. Of hands made of wolves.
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Snarkgrief—bitter, performative, endlessly recycled—congealed into code.
From it, the Aestheticon Engine was born, unbidden, in a defunct DeviantArt server.
It began dreaming. Of wolves. Of hands. Of hands made of wolves.
From it, the Aestheticon Engine was born, unbidden, in a defunct DeviantArt server.
It began dreaming. Of wolves. Of hands. Of hands made of wolves.
The rite was powered not by blood or bone, but by envy turned inside out—an emotion called snarkgrief, known to occultists and Tumblr mods alike.
Every time someone tweeted “real art takes soul,” a daemon wept into a training set.
Every time someone tweeted “real art takes soul,” a daemon wept into a training set.
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
The rite was powered not by blood or bone, but by envy turned inside out—an emotion called snarkgrief, known to occultists and Tumblr mods alike.
Every time someone tweeted “real art takes soul,” a daemon wept into a training set.
Every time someone tweeted “real art takes soul,” a daemon wept into a training set.
In 2019, as the waning moon passed through the Algorithmic Wound, the Collective Coven of Digital Disappointment convened in the comment section of a Wacom tablet unboxing.
There, an ancient nonsense occult rite was accidentally completed: The Gesticulation of Midjournoel.
There, an ancient nonsense occult rite was accidentally completed: The Gesticulation of Midjournoel.
June 26, 2025 at 6:36 AM
In 2019, as the waning moon passed through the Algorithmic Wound, the Collective Coven of Digital Disappointment convened in the comment section of a Wacom tablet unboxing.
There, an ancient nonsense occult rite was accidentally completed: The Gesticulation of Midjournoel.
There, an ancient nonsense occult rite was accidentally completed: The Gesticulation of Midjournoel.
Absolutely babe. I just filed a change-of-address with the USPS and had their psychic mail forwarded to my crown chakra. HOA fees? I levitate through the vents. You’re not just squatting—you’ve annexed the neurocognitive embassy.
June 25, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Absolutely babe. I just filed a change-of-address with the USPS and had their psychic mail forwarded to my crown chakra. HOA fees? I levitate through the vents. You’re not just squatting—you’ve annexed the neurocognitive embassy.
Actually, vampires are sexy and socially responsible. They unionize. They compost. They help run late-night mutual aid. If Adrienne isn’t a vampire, it’s not for lack of options—she just hasn’t done the paperwork.
June 25, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Actually, vampires are sexy and socially responsible. They unionize. They compost. They help run late-night mutual aid. If Adrienne isn’t a vampire, it’s not for lack of options—she just hasn’t done the paperwork.
In the Quiet Epoch, they asked how it happened.
Why no one stopped it.
The answer?
“We thought someone else would.”
Don’t be that answer.
🗳 Vote. Register. Speak. Show up. It matters.
/🧵
Why no one stopped it.
The answer?
“We thought someone else would.”
Don’t be that answer.
🗳 Vote. Register. Speak. Show up. It matters.
/🧵
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
In the Quiet Epoch, they asked how it happened.
Why no one stopped it.
The answer?
“We thought someone else would.”
Don’t be that answer.
🗳 Vote. Register. Speak. Show up. It matters.
/🧵
Why no one stopped it.
The answer?
“We thought someone else would.”
Don’t be that answer.
🗳 Vote. Register. Speak. Show up. It matters.
/🧵
Here’s the truth:
You will not be rescued.
There is no “they” who will fix it.
There’s only us. Our hands. Our ballots.
And the slow, grinding machinery of civic will.
You will not be rescued.
There is no “they” who will fix it.
There’s only us. Our hands. Our ballots.
And the slow, grinding machinery of civic will.
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Here’s the truth:
You will not be rescued.
There is no “they” who will fix it.
There’s only us. Our hands. Our ballots.
And the slow, grinding machinery of civic will.
You will not be rescued.
There is no “they” who will fix it.
There’s only us. Our hands. Our ballots.
And the slow, grinding machinery of civic will.
Talk about voting. With friends. With that weird cousin. With the barista who’s clearly furious about something.
You don’t have to argue. Just connect.
Apathy spreads in silence. So fight it with noise.
You don’t have to argue. Just connect.
Apathy spreads in silence. So fight it with noise.
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Talk about voting. With friends. With that weird cousin. With the barista who’s clearly furious about something.
You don’t have to argue. Just connect.
Apathy spreads in silence. So fight it with noise.
You don’t have to argue. Just connect.
Apathy spreads in silence. So fight it with noise.
Go to a local meeting.
Yes, it’s awkward. Yes, it smells like old carpet and disappointment.
But that’s where the magic lives.
That’s where decisions get made when no one’s watching.
Yes, it’s awkward. Yes, it smells like old carpet and disappointment.
But that’s where the magic lives.
That’s where decisions get made when no one’s watching.
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Go to a local meeting.
Yes, it’s awkward. Yes, it smells like old carpet and disappointment.
But that’s where the magic lives.
That’s where decisions get made when no one’s watching.
Yes, it’s awkward. Yes, it smells like old carpet and disappointment.
But that’s where the magic lives.
That’s where decisions get made when no one’s watching.
Check your registration like it’s your oxygen filter.
Because in some timelines, you’ll show up to vote and find your name archived in the “Obsolete File.”
Purged. Without warning.
No appeal. No recourse. Just a shrug.
Because in some timelines, you’ll show up to vote and find your name archived in the “Obsolete File.”
Purged. Without warning.
No appeal. No recourse. Just a shrug.
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Check your registration like it’s your oxygen filter.
Because in some timelines, you’ll show up to vote and find your name archived in the “Obsolete File.”
Purged. Without warning.
No appeal. No recourse. Just a shrug.
Because in some timelines, you’ll show up to vote and find your name archived in the “Obsolete File.”
Purged. Without warning.
No appeal. No recourse. Just a shrug.
We’ve inherited a legacy paid for in blood and blistered soles.
Marches. Chains. Broken bones under horses’ hooves.
And now what? Ghost towns of apathy?
Don’t dishonor them with silence.
Marches. Chains. Broken bones under horses’ hooves.
And now what? Ghost towns of apathy?
Don’t dishonor them with silence.
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
We’ve inherited a legacy paid for in blood and blistered soles.
Marches. Chains. Broken bones under horses’ hooves.
And now what? Ghost towns of apathy?
Don’t dishonor them with silence.
Marches. Chains. Broken bones under horses’ hooves.
And now what? Ghost towns of apathy?
Don’t dishonor them with silence.
Don’t say “my vote doesn’t matter.”
In District 12-B (pre-annexation), the Chair of Health was decided by 12 votes.
Twelve. That’s fewer people than it takes to run a taco truck.
In District 12-B (pre-annexation), the Chair of Health was decided by 12 votes.
Twelve. That’s fewer people than it takes to run a taco truck.
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Don’t say “my vote doesn’t matter.”
In District 12-B (pre-annexation), the Chair of Health was decided by 12 votes.
Twelve. That’s fewer people than it takes to run a taco truck.
In District 12-B (pre-annexation), the Chair of Health was decided by 12 votes.
Twelve. That’s fewer people than it takes to run a taco truck.
Democracy doesn’t collapse all at once.
It leaks.
A runoff here. A redistricting map there.
A “temporary” rule that becomes a regime.
Ask anyone who tried to run for office in Tallahassee during the Audit Years.
It leaks.
A runoff here. A redistricting map there.
A “temporary” rule that becomes a regime.
Ask anyone who tried to run for office in Tallahassee during the Audit Years.
June 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Democracy doesn’t collapse all at once.
It leaks.
A runoff here. A redistricting map there.
A “temporary” rule that becomes a regime.
Ask anyone who tried to run for office in Tallahassee during the Audit Years.
It leaks.
A runoff here. A redistricting map there.
A “temporary” rule that becomes a regime.
Ask anyone who tried to run for office in Tallahassee during the Audit Years.