18+ Thoughtpad from a gay couch-sona, uncommercial model for a magical upholstery. Published illustrator. Hobbyist media theorist. Along with WIP sketches and updates. Opinions my own.
Are these untruths I tell myself for the advertising industry just? Am I sufficient? That fuzzled my brains to what is suitable to the eye as it were to everything else.
Bobby has seen his entire industry as me as his break in. The standard to which he aspires too. I'm the celebration, the celebrity, the well known well knowns of a tautology.
That's the job. This checking can't be good though.
The erotized wish fulfilment has its limits, it's all part of understanding it for better taste.
Now for a book, Chuck Palahniuks Snuff. A story of a porn actress doing with a ending that feels like an in-joke of anybody into adult entertainment will get. Postmodern in its naughtiness. Its ending is an incomprehensible explosion that I won't spoil.
I'll devise the burlesque as the opposite of the slice of life. It's a non-genre of content that's more a style rather than a thing of itself. Its non-narrative touch means it can only attach to other plots in hope of supporting.
Its theme could only function as a support, yet it can't really support itself. It's simply explicit material on the contrary. We return to the intensity as a means to pulling attention and keeping it captivated.
Once could try to do a scene-to-scene analysis of Kim Kardashian's Selfie book, It's pretty much not what's intended though, ain't it?
A grade of progressive complications.
Slice of life non-genre marketing genre as been a marketing gimmick as a backlash of the 90s entertainment, it can only attach to romances and other non-violent genres of stories. It is the middle is what Alfred Hitchcock's 'Slice of cake' something the respects the entertainments' genre, it does its own thing though. The burlesque, could leak into dopamine culture with bad taste, the explicit could try to claim it's tastefully literate, yet lying about it could be a mere indulgent tease.
Several minutes of what not to do with a fetish/sex scene. Several years ago.
Trying to understand the horror of the unknown of how popularity and viewers work can be such a sinkhole.
I don't know, they don't know, and you don't know.
Since google and the entire algorithm that we have, with the self-help grifter industry complex, flummoxed on how to crack it. With the scams abound, on what is or not which resonates. Not that this eldritch lottery that continues to somewhere that can't be understood.
Quaint, if it was a reductionistic business opportunity then if it was going to be simple. Creativity persists, though, pulling and pushing through a mystery that's with a slippery meta that shifts beyond our wakes.
This is what is left, the stuff that's redefined and left within the echoes of tomorrow. Into new Bildungsroman.
The mantra of being nothing but the work, to carry on the duty, with what is left. This spiritual task of what is left out of the law is then brought into question.
Wave away, moving on to the next projects, at that singular point where everything matters into the next one. Generations and generations of our time and history trail off into the long line of projects we do.
Droplets, that connect into what is next.
There was an artist who could not handle the paradox of commercialized attention on social media, I completely understand. The process of social media influences to turn artists into salesman or upstagers can be too much.
Omnipresence ends the moment the rules of the boundary of what is written is drawn.
Ouch ouch, do the ID and superego fight. You can't help it. There we go.
Should you be spending more time in your own ideas and writing rather than social media grooming again, that's my job. I'm the social media groomer who does the response rates, the memes, the social media advertisements. All that, the embodiment of everything you and your artistry does not want to think about when navigating in this commercial quicksand.
Driven by our clownish impulses, we are not meant to be saved, we are the ones that are to bring the entire building down to the ground with what is demanded with our bodies.
Twist and distorted, it don't matter. It's ours for the taking for the showing of a lifetime. Let's see if this prayer you have will save you now. A calling where the dignity is within a Leper's hideout. We are deluded on the grandeur of godhood, all within a little box.
Sexual taste dysmorphia, you have it now. Algorism of a body part to star, so simple and not satisfaction.
