They want AI to write my biography...haha

In my prior life, graphic art was a critical part of my life and I keep my output of a few thousand pieces online.  I put it online in 2005.   Today, I get this email that their AI is going to rewrite my biography.  For accuracy to the DBW community,  I have posted the true story below.

So I attempted to rewrite my biography....the site has rejected saving my changes.  

raised in a coal mine in Northeastern Pennsylvania.....

I began my art career at age 3...

I have had continued success....

I am still alive as of February 2008......May 2022...and February 2026

"You can start writing freely below"  No permission required....hate to tell ya...no permission required.  No permission required. 

Dirtybenny, the reknowned artist,  had a farm EIEIO. Dirtybenny had a farm EIEIO...yo ho...hi yo silver.   DB and Jill went up a hill and nothing wholesome came of the matter.  The man in the moon is a close friend but rarely comes by.  

Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk sometimes stops by to polish off a few bottles of scotch and tell tales.  No cows allowed. 

The genius of Yogi Bear and Pixie and Dixie continues to mesmerize me.  Not on the level of Mr. Moose, but that's a whole different level. 

Most nights I cry myself to sleep in a pool of gin, dreaming of the days I won Duncan Yo-Yo contests....what a wasted life. I mean, Jackson Pollock and Francis Bacon would be proud..right?

Puzzle pieces everywhere, yet nothing fits, the pieces don't make a picture, only dirtybenny can. Presto! Abra Cadabra said King Leonardo to Odie.

There's no need to fear, DB is here.  Sweet Polly always was a sexpot.  Not in the class of Clarice the reindeer but mighty close. 

My techniques include banishing demons, telepathy,  manifesting and acrylix.   My dreams are my playground. My current artistic practice is in dream manipulation and making demons disappear using my powerful will. 

I use a pencil like a fucking magic wand.  I create reality.  I am god. 

This boy don't answer any questions, especially from a bot named Iris....I mean even if it was named Roxy, I wouldn't answer. I invoke the fifth, fifth of vodka, sixth, seventh, 8th and the ninth...for chrissakes, you gotta invoke the goddamned ninth, Beethoven's masterpiece.  Don't forget the 12th of Never..that would be a true tragedy. 

I have discovered the nature of the simulation, artwork not required. Boo Hoo, not Boo Boo. Ranger Smith would have to get involved and lord knows we don't want that. 

The scarecrows dance in the fields to attempt to inspire me.  They fail as I have declared an end to the loosh harvesting in this simulation.  

Goodnight...Irene..

I listed the date of my death as 2026, which they have also refused to update.