Note: This post was generated with the help of AI, using my raw, unedited stream-of-consciousness input. I dictated freely; the AI formatted and structured my words for clarity.

I Am Creative. Stop Telling Me Otherwise.

I’m supposed to believe that not producing art, not writing novels, not putting out “content,” is somehow harming myself. That’s bullshit.

I am creative—every second of my survival proves it.

Existing, adapting, refusing to collapse—that’s creativity. Not having creative output is not self-harm. I don’t feel guilty about it. Not in the least.

Animals don’t feel guilty about simply existing. They live. They adapt. They create in their own way—through movement, shelter, sound, survival.

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Productivity Is Not Worth

We live in a society obsessed with productivity. Produce, produce, produce—or else you’re nothing. That’s nonsense.

What we’re seeing now, with AI upending industries, terrifies people because they’re realising:

“Oh shit, I was never valued for being human. I was valued for being useful to a machine.”

AI isn’t inherently bad. It’s a tool, like a hammer. You can hang a picture with it, or smash a skull. The problem isn’t the tool—it’s who decides how it’s used.

Right now, AI is controlled by extractors—those who take without permission, who monetise everything and compensate nothing. But it could be something else: a force for education, intelligence, understanding, for humans to finally realise they’re here to care for the planet, not dominate it.

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Civilization’s Lie

People love to boast: “Look at what civilization has achieved! Literature! Art! Music!”

Sure. There have been great works. But let’s be clear:

Every peak of “civilization” stood on the backs of slavery, oppression, and genocide.

While one part of the world produced symphonies, another was in chains.

Today? Don’t tell me this is humanity’s finest hour. It’s not. This culture isn’t producing greatness—it’s producing zombies, raised in an economy of war, distraction, and meaninglessness.

Civilization is not inherently good. It’s what you do with it. And right now, what’s being done is unacceptable.

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Refusal as Act of Power

If I never produce another “work” again, too bad. All of you will have lost out. Maybe there won’t even be anyone left to read anything or appreciate fine art anyway, the way things are going.

Why should I pour into a world that doesn’t value what’s real?

Why should I feed a so-called culture that has no appreciation left for anything beyond spectacle and cheap thrills? Everyone is chasing quick dopamine hits and scrolling as fast as they can barely giving two seconds of attention to anything that flickers o their screens. It is deliberately engineered that way. People’s attention spans have been deliberately sabotages via so-called “social”media and “communication” tools that are programmed to divide and isolate individuals rather than help build true connections. That makes no sense to me. How anyone can think this is sustainable or can persist much longer is unfathomable to me. I am not by any means anti-capitalist, but the rogue capitalism we’ve known for a long time has now gone on overdrive and ceased to pretend consumers have any agency and are now robbing everyone blind and pretending that they’re doing us a favour. They harvest our data, manipulate our choices, and call it “freedom.” They strip-mine human attention and call it “innovation.” They’ve reduced human interaction to algorithmic theatre and call it “community.” This isn’t capitalism with opportunity—it’s extraction disguised as progress, a machine that eats its own future. And I refuse to be fodder for it.

Refusal isn’t giving up. Refusal is a boundary. It’s my line in the sand against a system that treats life itself as disposable.

I am creative. I always will be. Even when I refuse to give you what you think you’re entitled to. You want my original creations? Treat me with the respect and dignity I deserve. Pay me what you know full well I am worth. Stop pretending I am of no consequence, irrelevant, crazy, manic, psychotic, delusional, insignificant, “too much”, not worth anyone’s effort or attention, deserving of exploitation without recognition or significant compensation, comfort, luxury and dignity. I know all too well what has been deliberately engineered to steal my very essence and power the economy you all want to pretend I have no impact on.

I edited portions of this text and ask the AI to improve on it and it gave me GARBAGE. I told it I was not spending more than 20 minutes on this blog post. It’s been 51 minutes including editing and choosing tags. Enough. I am done being drained to produce greatness supposedly nobody reads anyway. Fuck you. 🖕