A Zealotic Fossil

 "You are a annoying artifact of craven desires, interlocking with the rings of a ageing, sexist oafish retreat. The wolf skull rock " Castella continues.

Theo Slumps in his chair as he is made to be another's spectator.

"You don't think, you don't do, you leer." A production burden of cases and crash-outs. Good luck with me covering my a** this time when it comes to your entertainment shtick goes."

"What so wrong with getting public attention? To hold it, the take care of it." Theo Slumps in his chair.

"Shameless, really, too shameless"

You can mew it!

The scene of a auditorium of what the global glob made by the Silvers, the fat cat is on the stage, a living embodiment of allegory. Then he claps, dramatic.

"This infinite opportunity of the golden cat, with a lifestyle of the lines of mews for all the one that can see. In front of all the audience of eager mouse and cats.

You can MEW it!

Mewstler life! Mewing for extra scraps up the daisy chain of the tip of the tops! Burn the way towards a 20 hour perfection of ultimate winning! Don't be a loser, a sad loser of anti-business, be a mewer! A MEWER! Soul crushing grinds become soul-fulfilling grinds! Mewww! Grind-'n love! Grind'n love like a scratcher, grind'n mew it, grind'n mew it.

Mew mew mew into a hole and out again. Blow it out of all the kibbles."

The crowd goes crazy.

Hopkins Contract with C.M

“What a show am I going of pull, if all things are being equal. Will this little rinky-dink warehouse of fancy furni be recognized?”

“Yes, you will be seen as the way it's going to be respected.”

“Good, then urr, could you excuse me while I'll tell my golems that this place will be done up and good, my fair clients are going to be waiting.”

It's a contract to the fair dome of all the business ventures that are placed into once box, the capital of golem tokens and for the tastes of a special audience.

I really, special audience with really special demands.

In his ledger, he knows what is to be done, after the call.

Omnicause

 Every time and being is deserved a chance. A chance to speak out. From every desire of need for justice for problems left unsolved.

Of all things, the angst of not being in line with industrial conspirational within the bricks, shall shine the gems of another wave, of the cogs that shape into human.

Humph, all authority shall be questioned, so it's the best to treat the unquestioned as guilty first, sweeties. The work of all to the most determined shall be treated under suspicious eye, that all cops are C****.

The cursed market.

 Underground within the magic sphere of Glitz hub, There are within the blind spots of the Glitz and the rust.

There's the fame market, the underground market, and then there's the bazaar of trade of other-ways, of specialist clients within other exchanges. With many bizarre tastes.

This is all to serve the omni-commodification. With its bleed into serving the silvers and the rust dwellers of the other-realm to be [REDACTED] these exist for [REDACTED]

The Full Dysmorphic Torture room!

 Conflicts, sometimes the cake can be eaten, especially within the abstract paradoxs within the mind. All to find the dimensions and it's shades.

The paradox of bigorexia and smallorexia coexist, forming a new concept, the pushing and pulling of body issues, of a reason to bring internal hate within.

My characters have them as thus:

Couch Gregor has it as a doorman, George has it as a ghost, Danny as it's dance partner, Theo as the underearth, Kyro as the superman, Asheal as the creeper, Jaime's the sharp pain.

Ah, physicality going down into my writing. When the body will have to be pulled into every bodily direction because of it.

Kyro's Anhedonia

 Hedonism feels pretentious, my sex life has not been the passions to the amount of what had helped me.

I could remove my sex, like that in a instance and it won't get into the way of life. Sex a jumping point of rabble that can only be seen as a cheap exscuse for love, a betrayment that the masquerade entails.

All Bl**** B***** if I do say so myself.

Theo's Conglomerate Praise

Doodles from memory really show the most rudimentary of semiotics of my character.

Fancy ball Party, mid 20s.

"It's important that the silvers, along with its name, promote overall social being while de-escalating misunderstandings of the southern tensions of are guidance."

Everybody attention was aimed at him, internally there was a form most foul that wrestled within a sea of forming horror.

"As it's important to keep my faith within the ley lines, all conduits are guided by one. To my extent, I'm his wisdom and a messenger. For all of us bestow our benevolence."

He blushes and stammers a bit, all the most perceptive are able to see his shake up. He continues, "is this the price to pay?" He thought.

Out of the black tendrils of his brain, a beastly face of corruption emerges, hidden within.

Prosperity Pack

 The entire silver venture that tack on the leylines of the world, travelling with the wishes and dreams of the others.

It all lies within dreams that are made tangible, the Prosperity Pack. With their attempt of hex craft, which attempted to industrialise magic for commercial viability.

Electricity and gunpowder got infused with elemental spells, guns and warfare along with the addition to the space. Gravity conjuration helped keep the rocket afloat, all the way from rust and glitter realms, shall these magics happen.

Quite sensational how this project kept going from the 1920s.

All with another layer of bureaucratic ladders that have been layered, ageing functionality and speeding it up.

Anti-Lore

Reflections on this Anti-Lore of refinement, 10 min read.

The poster of Xwitter clarifies this ain't against backstory, it's a commodified idea of the sake of it, most charitably.

Is the commodified churn into the circle of SEO and unoptimised idea of discovery and virality.

This is all the refinement and cutting room floor process of revision of a thousand stimuli to one with refine idea into a finer point of synthesis. Especially these character thoughts that have been doing.

Is this an idea of the futility of rebellion of I.P of Graphomania of an in cased idea? Not really, all of this is free, and I'll be doing another idea tomorrow, these fixit-doit-changeit ideas are for your intellectual entertainment. These ideas, these 'lore' or backstory is always going to be back, and not the forefront of my ideas to be made into what is to be considered worthwhile.

All the seamless times I'm feeling like a mere hackneyed illustrator making against constraints, assigned by my own boss, which I'm following with this curse of the free internet. Being free to write what may.

All the mind grime fluff that I scrape and put out here into words, right here and now.

This is all yet another revision, to economise our ideas with effort through the paradox of less and more.

Writing shall be part of our art, and art our writing.

There shall be our own attempts to coalesce and condense several meanings into neologised with each span of times.

Have some of the books I've read been unnecessarily extended for making money? Can't think it now.

Dannys the Swamp Slipper words

Danny has been brought to his line of work, to the term in assembling his chairs and bizarre woods for wands and alchemy, to a halt He's too much a workaholic, yet plays with the most leisurely activities.

His commander of his side gig of commando rebels then to act out, him having to obey a troublesome king C***.

So then, with his luck and track record of two broken twigs of affection. A certain amount of nervousness comes over him.

Yet he does not matter, he's the best covert agent there is. He's got the records of the bowler hat.

Tired of being a propagandist

Over the day wishes, thoughts of a reflective subconscious echo within Kyro's mind.

Blumin bells, Proselytising for a group like that, is a tiresome trade.

I'll keep at it, it's going to be at it for all the rocky coalition to the way it's taken, even the ghosts that are

Let them have their ways. How can I handle multiple points of views when I'm the organiser, they are brought to one goal.

Dignity of the worker.

ZZZ

Bowsers Grunt

 These bowsers within The dimension of the heave-core lifting culture. Deep into the bulking cut of the way the strongman routine as grown obsessive with his kind unsure.

This is only twice his bodyweight, what's wrong with him? He could rip a clean Triple and then some with ripping to the bar, pure adrenaline no go. He was thinking about his kid's high school worries.

He's never had a long term relationship with his wife, how is he going to give his advice for his son?

Another sip of his protein shake, another set.

Body designed to Intimidate

 What is my body that can morph and distort against such a will as this, making the jaw-guard a necessity. Asheal won't be able to see me like this. It's rust, brown rotting rust that his hidden.

I don't know what it's supposed to tell others with this frightening face, am I supposed to be jaded by it? I look presentable. 

I look into those distorted eyesockets..




Falling.

Kyro's conspiracy kink

It was normal within his barracks. His old collection though, shows a hint of another wise different mind. It's locked within a journal within the secret compartment of his sleeping bay.

"Being crazy, behind the curve of socially trendy theories. It's perhaps because of this you're an golem interloper."

"The previous likes of a castle with plenty of people murmuring poison behind my back, a vision of mistrust. Conspiracy was neolgised to hinder and sow division between the three kinds. All that dissenter artifice, to help the opulent."

He knows that a handshake deal is not enough

Danny's Gumbo Wash

Wril whirl whirl

Peppermint for a steely gob that's meat to smack'n chew a soft diet, from oatmeal and soup. Fibre from a fruity variety, whirlwind of spit and freshness sticking inside the gob like it's on fire.

Ah, George, hope he's doing his best. How can a frog love like that? Last two girlfriends were awash of mixed feelings that did not make it, Made one out of hate, another a complete ghost. What's on the throat that's made to stick?

Worble worble worble, PTTHTHT!

Can't do any action now can I? He's a sticker upper, I'd have to straight up admit, a rookie like him can't take on the advances and he'd crawl his way back to a community. Focusing too much on his craft can take away from such a way in the first place.

I'm need ta' commit! This ain't going to last. It's not like you find a gem in a pond at anytime soon.

Cusion checking cg

In the spare room, Bobby has left me to clean the cushions so they are fresh and free of rot. Part of the furniture business with this mid-wife demographic.

These designs are meant to sell to the families, and I'm to act a child-safe effect. I'm not meant to show intimate love as a couch man. That's too adult. I can understand. The face of entertainment does not know what happens behind where the cushions are made. It's all stitches and stuff. What is raw inside ain't what's on show here.

Is that what the mascot form for? I'm supposed to be that form at normal hours. Hiding the hat under the cushions. That's the gig.

Recreational Break, Trist

 S***

Skateboards doing alright, wonder if the that pranks being doing okay with the younger crowd. The orphanage said I'd not go all in with this content creator business, theres certainly a grain of truth to it all.

(Coughs)

The pain ain't subsiding to all that bruised knee trip, that grind was dope. One tropical punch that proceeded to be a sucker punch from the abyss.

Can't wait if that gig for skateboarding stop motion pays off. That has some return, celebrity man.

Theo's Endurance Run

Where do I go now, the drugs are off the leash, this weight to be maintained as it can't ignore the laws of thermodynamics. I eat and eat and its going to have to be processed.

...

Am I entertaining another state of subservience through the action? It's what the industry is made for? Over this postmodern proconsumer line, I said. This production has got to keep rolling. The cannibalistic consumerist design I'm made for is forgotten with the grooming within Castella's entertainment product. Already, this trained sycophantic way as driven down towards the ranks.

My treadmill Trip is over.

Upstaging Theo

Since I'm dealing with business opportunity and not art with attention, its only fitting that mindless upstaging is encouraged. Even authenticity is a humblebrag, nothing is innocent, I'm putting the business model on its sleeve. Intrinsic remarkability and its plastic sheen.

Don't you dare upstage me, like last time. It's my job now. The M**** shot is the most important and the most worthless thing in the world now. (is that what Kyro said?) Which side is this connection on?

Innocent sweet untruths my time is here. As it's time to be an honest clerk.