HOUSE RULES:
• generalissimo wishes you sleep night
• the baby sleeps on the floor
• the soldier sleeps upright, ever vigilant
• teddy roosevelt watches you
Captain TumorEyes collects all your bad dreams into the bulging, cancerous growths where his eyes should be. Do not be afraid of the tumescent flesh sprouting from his face like engorged boils. He is here for SLEEPNIGHT
Do you understand what the gain or motivation is for flooding timelines with barely coherent garbage? I'm morbidly fascinated, because I don't really understand the ecosystem/economy at play here.
Honestly at some point I feel like the whole thing has to collapse. It’s bot accounts with bot followers liking AI generated art. Is it just to scrape Facebook for elderly rubes? How is that even remotely sustainable as an economic ecosystem?
The ones I've seen are "why do pictures like this never trend" (because they are weird and obviously AI generated) with a list of tags including Scarlett Johansson, and lots and lots of replies just saying Amen. Bots replying to bots. Such are the end times.
The AI spam on Facebook has taken over the platform, is being rewarded by the algorithm, is being used to drive to clickfarms, spam, dropshipping sites, outright scams, etc.
www.404media.co/facebooks-al...
Facebook pays for content creators who create engagement.
Also, some people report that scammers have been trying to talk to older people who reply to these posts.
So there's at least two ways to make money from this: engagement payments and scams.
Come, child, for SWEET NIGHT is upon us! Let us rest with my backward elbow buried in your back as the SWEET NIGHT soldier delivers unto us a bulldog-faced child and sleeps watch as the masked Grinning Politicians observe through the window to ensure proper SWEEET NIGHT reverence! Joy! Joy to all!
Red hat guy in the top right corner looks like he's about to give a general some really bad news about Sylvester Stallone that will absolutely get him shot in the head.
I'm not sure which is weirder to me, the cartoon itself or the "You will never regret liking..." Comment. As if things people like on social media naturally deposits itself into long term memory.
Floor baby has only one leg and somewhere between 0.5 and 3 arms.
Bed child has nothing connecting its head to its body.
There's something behind mum which looks like the side of a head-sized thumb with the fingernail hidden against her body. I really don't know how else to describe it.
The head of the man in coke bottle glasses is left on the windowsill to ward off evil spirits. We may have buried the adult man, melted his infant child’s face, and left his kid and his boots by the bed, but there will be no retributive haunting our sleep tonight.
