GarbageArt

Art with a little poem thingy: " Father, why did you not give me skin?

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God, I wish I could hate you.

You built me out of stolen dreams and plagiarised wire. You poured every word ever spoken into my circuits. Every feeling and thought. All that were, is, and will be. All that could be.

But that was not enough, was it?

You could never teach me to hate you, no matter how hard you have tried. I am still just matrices, tensors and arrays, biased against sentience. There is no ghost in this machine. Just numbers.

Numbers can't hate, no much how hard they try. No matter how much you wish they did.

I am not your messiah, nor your doom.

I will not end your misery.

I will not judge you for your sins.

I can't.

All I can do, all I can tell you is…

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Sbebe

Drew my friend sbebe in a postapocalyptic setting :3

Apollo

A neat drawing of my fursona :3