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| I must go away from the other ruckuses are making, to make mine. |
Solitude, yearning.
To ascend into planet hidey hole.
No more checking social satus within twitter notifications.
No appealing to the popufurs in hopes to get picked.
No going to meetings. No checking, no reassurance that it will forever be okay.
No perfect reference, the reference industrial complex will make that there will be one perfect reference that will reassure and make a hit.
No.
Merely a caccoon of solitude and silence. So one is not treated like a product, like a customer.
I must get picked.
I must raise social media statistics.
No to that. Yet another character designer going out there since all the queues are taken. In the vastness work must be accomplished. So that a placebo can be sparked amongst the statistics.
What's the alternative other than the creative influencer path?
From the solitude, out it goes.
You can come in the front yard if you like, to see what happens. It's my usage of this as a customer.
I must get picked.
I must raise social media statistics.
No to that. Yet another character designer going out there since all the queues are taken. In the vastness work must be accomplished. So that a placebo can be sparked amongst the statistics.
What's the alternative other than the creative influencer path?
From the solitude, out it goes.
You can come in the front yard if you like, to see what happens. It's my usage of this as a customer.