I don’t plan, I just drop a palette into a blank and let the pixels start shouting. The grid is a cage, so I punch it with a glitch, then I drag that chaos back in, re‑roll the same line ten times until it feels like a glitch‑born rebellion. You can keep your neat columns, but every time you hit “save” I’ll steal a screenshot of the last mistake and stash it in my “Too Weird To Post” folder. That’s the edge, the rogue pixel that keeps the routine alive.