Numina Theo

Mystical Scholar, that's meant within a world of magical reanimation of the thoughts of our time.

42 min essay on the critical reassembling provided by Kant. ( Another problematic fave, he has his works within the deontological developments and along with our own times. He has his brush with critical theory. )

 Well, the experience of the soul, the phycological within our own field and enterprise, it's what divinity, mysticism and the occultist arts that aren't meant to be shown with the forbidden talks of the silver estate. How do they rely on there own numinal experiences that are unforeseen.

The divine will

Divine God, away from the profane vices that seek to corrupt the estate with all desires going from the annoying Rust, or what Castella calls Rust, I call it hell.

What are my beliefs that coincide with the operations and church of my papacy? When I'm needing to show the paths to worship are not tainted by the vile Golemists and the Brick coalitions. Progressivism that's made through the whole has went ahead and dominated for the public image, and it serves of the world of PR. Even when the convenant has a matter with the interpretative.

I'm too much of a virtual whizzo anyway, where's my prayer? I shall play that have listening to Jpeg mafia, mmm (holy sex workers shall I enjoy this sweary word privately)

Inertia Character apologies Trist

What am i to do with you?

You were an impulse that's managed to come intuit, with me being my first characters before Couch George.

Now I cannot assemble my cast to make scenes, not illustrative beats it's where you lefts, of sexualised thinness, now I'm not looking at you as my inertia of my words and work will not be able to move you, or pick you like a means of display with words.

A skater that was failing, you were going to be part of the previous scenes where you were a gym goer who never gains muscle. Then you'd be free.

Yet, time and experience are cruel mistress.

Oh I don't know.

Maybe another cartoonist can do you justice, selling you off can be too stressful, though. I barely have enough conversion rate as it is, maybe I don't have that ruthlessness and showmanship available.

Not like the SEO circus of waves have much interest with me anyway.

Thanks for the benefit

Discipline day for a screenwriter

Couch Gregor Tries to rationalise his schedule.

The commitment 

The repeated robustness of the mise en place and mise en scène of structural containers with its actors. The placement to take heed.

Then the flow of all the conventions acknowledges from the honing, into a point so it can be followed. Deduced from the previous.

This ain't work ethic, this Is a manner of not getting lost in the social showboating and attempt to do a piece of work that one is proud with and protect mise en place at all costs, with minimal interruption.

Since the adaption of words to screen and page are the constraint of infinite, a concept that can't be counted. The method of seeing a puzzle to be sorted is to structure, along with that.

Either Finish or Abandon the desired projects, there is all to do today. Be it for internal wants and desires or external entertainment and commodification.

Then, isolate and work the production/creativity rate* or whichever is generative from the inertia.

*don't have to measure or meticulous about it, can be treated like calorie tracking, please note that tracking can make it stressful, start n finish. Hobbyist or Business owner.

Hopkins dream

A bunch of clay figures, the mimics with mouths swirling a going into a big array of cogs. Then with that image, a big plastic cover hides it, following that morphing into a feline face.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Then the image is gone, himself with an argument with a girl over the a box of sweets, and shrieking over a ledge, a ledge twenty feet down filled with oddity. As the frustration of which tub of marshmallow spread apart of the
sweets is worth dividing.

“No! Give it back.”

“I don't, stop tugging me. Ahhhh!”

Then to the moment she falls behind, there is no sight, or did he blank it out given the circumstances. Fear comes down his insulted face, do he does not.

Then another memory, followed by an overloaded plate of cheeses, crackers, and nut spread. “Yeesh, a bit excessive.”

Then a congratulatory voice came, from the culture, from the family, from his grandad. From his eating disorder.

“Good job, that attitude will save the industry. Now come and do us a good duty with what you've inherited. Extra rations for the thinking.”

Then it all jumbled with his eyes drooping upward from his double bed, half naked. He had to write this dream down again, seeing how if it's going to mean anything. He had to see if this was the position he wanted.

Theo, the w*****olgist

P*******, he puts survival sex workers to shame. He's bankrupted the entire sex industry, and the Viagra market!

Why, within sexual service, does he do a disservice to all of us with such embarrassment of shame to our own manners. There was a a case for the rigt, there's a case where he's in the industry.

Industry i.e. the willingness to work hard, and with that, he's work hard alright.

Worked hard bringing his own grave.

Why can't he corrupt with class?

(post edit couch Gregor, i've censor'd P for comedic effect. Unfortunately when it comes to slurs, one will have to find good writing in order to use slurs. I do believe all insults have their place within the halls of writing, yet at this moment that I'll have to think and decide if it's appropriate. I allow something similar to Harlen Ellison when it comes to good taste. e2=0 )

Elitist prudes

Filthy elitist fine art.

Philistine of befuddlement and corruption

They sell a piece of scribbles for literary snoots?
Even the word 'art' is tainted, the artifice is embarrassed for us.

The amount of thing should be nobody wants to look and see us

Silly academic overwriting sillies

don't desire the public

don't desire affection

don't desire performance grandeur

 
NSFW cussing. 3:36

King of the playground

Broken Eye

Scratchy Origins

What the eyes see cannot be undone

Playground hour, 8 am

School of authority made up

Casual amusement owed, amusement given

Cold nothingness and a darkness uncomprehended

Sigh

What a shame

What a disappointment

What a sadness

What a accident

Barkers and shill

Cappy waking towards to an authority figure ahead.

 Those insensitive doubts are what we render new sweet lies. Where things become concrete then intangible.

All marketers are liars, they lie for their products, the first thing they have to act disinterested for. Competing interests reconcile within conciliate.

He's right when i say that they shouldn't breach the brand guidelines, how do I get an order anyhow? A teachers' ruler? A doctrine? A culture?

What the wonders will they think next!

Race to the bottom or top, what will that register with the consumer base now-a-days?

Vanity project

What a delight, to be seen by everybody.

Arrogance can be another's desire for a dent into the world, and that impact can be most succulent. Vanity to be remembered? Vainglory to be the one? The one and only?

Why can't I step outside my zone and see that such a mark and cult of personality is necessary in order to lead? Every great leader and his generiosity has done this in order to help others. I'm helping others with a desire to see the light of the golden cat.

Yes, the golden cat, the one who pure and dedicates his craft to making that pleasant tick tick sensation as he delivers a special egg of decadence to the black market when the time comes. When the chips to align, and then the bankruptcy comes and kicks us out of our homes, then they will be grateful.

Who can derive positivism from Nihilism?? 

 

( Oh, and no April fools, I've been fooled enough. )

Building broken ideologys

Oh, you, so idealistic.

Such a means that can utopian or that it's broken to a past mostly debated and fighting over imperial powers. You think your singular vote cotes for crud?

No, you are going to debate endless babies and their endless whining, no interest in preserving as their juvenile demands for the entertainment you think you owe them does not exist so.

Even if it's merely one, screaming and squawking like as if it cannot clean its own messes.

What messes does it lead.

The curse of a famous saint

Always undertake on the back end, always hugging the rearview

Not rhyming not reoccurring making something out of a desire, to serve till his bones grind to dust.

There has to be better than offering indulgence after the saintly event.

Something better.

Or, so it pretends. The sacred pretentions held less within today.

The previous ____ book.

Kyro Cleans after Theo and finds a book.

A questionable book

A questionable writing

A questionable talking point

This and that lost media does it leave a stink of imperfection. Burned with the books of old. Along with the preservation of new.

Since when did that Tailism happen to leave such a mess of oddity? Such old historiography into the ways that threatens such a what others may deal a way of betrayal of class interests that he can't think I can read.

He can't think I can't read? 

I won't take no for an answer

Hopkin gives a speech to a golem in the corner.


 "What do you expect from hypostatized sex appeal? A medal? Self-express? Self express, self in with the wants of a swallowing plush!

I'm the cute cat you're the fluff brain!

Why could people appreciate good service for their own desires even if it may be a short-term little spasm and what they call their excitement centres. For all serves a long-term desired fun of magnificence. Heroism of simple service and the flattery shall combine into one point of streamed excellence.

Make them writhe and fantize in their pillows as they phantasms in their visions scream for more plush! Till it crawls out of the vessels and eyes. Don't stop make them envision till the whole cult and authorities scream at you to shut the F___ up!"

He uses his cane to push the golem back up to it's feet, adressing it's dancing gear with an inspection of friday night. Its my job to see if it works.

"Give em' something to play."

Agitprop, In MY smut?

The public want their polite fictions and bread from their saints!

What a desire to see what could be considered a polite fix, and I'd grandiosity of our livelihoods. That I see somebody rocking my boat?

It ain't called consistency for its own sake, or politeness in of itself, if it ain't my fundamental mission of promising a sacred space of relieve.

What do they say when they need catharsis when it comes knocking, making trivialities.

Goldcat Cappy Ultima

 The connection with the more of the desires of it's all connecting into one place of a Fabergé egg, it's all in the bag.

Shine cleaning glimmers of Status, all sibling into a connected point of woven fabric of container. Deliverer of Dreams to a new fruition of being. How dandy it all is!

F___ me i could roll around this like litter.

Reverse engineer yourself, bread and circus with Cappy

 Cappy will hum to himself.

"Learn to be a hack, will save your life.
Shoveling same patterns and handling the litter.
Give the people what they want.

Learn to be a hack, save a life.
Doing the counting and making the measures.
Providing comforts for what you will.

Learn to be a hack, Save a life.
One person out there needs to be comfortably numb.
Trap or not you're heeeeeereee~

Never commit to a point of view

Create the blandest stew.

Cardboard yourself a none-way.

Never get artblock agaaaaaain! Never get artbloooock. Never get artblock Again yeah!"

You consider yourself a god Kyro?

With the oily scent of an engine that holds honour. With the desires to bear the life of all automations, we take for granted.

Such a tradition, that puts us all in awe for a moment, efficiency. Interlocking with the repetitive specification union of all our hopes then making a mean that make civilisation and our laws, into complexity of all our known ideas interacting.

Arrogance or an acknowledgement of our status? You'll be reshaped into something that will into our earth. Wired into, wired into ribofunctional mutant non-attachment.

Not wiring wrong, or right.

Red Numbers Cappy

Such a means to build an empire, the results don't fit the goals.

Is it okay to cheat within a system that does not care that you will justify, in its own terms, horrible?

Blame the rationale, blame the work, blame the game. Friggity scratchies! Can't be bothered, can't be A******. Everybody's doing it efficiency. It's all the hot stream of direct satisfaction that everybody wants.

All the hopes of leathery goodness that's meant to deliver that squeak?

Eh, what a system, eh?

A golem cleaning the lower restrooms. It's truth of what it serves.

That treasure.

Frustrations of a other place: Twitch

What came to me with that couch?

Did I see an embarrassment? Failed Irony? Insight that are my creativity ain't going to be rewarded by the financial goals of ad driven sites?

All rhetorical questions. Yearning for imposter syndrome, within fictional entertainment.

There could be a billion reasons for a single view on my channel, and they could be a much more. Ain't my job to probe why. Pretentious meeting simulator within network television. That's mass media. There goes more attention to a sloppy crypto ad.

Getting off twitch has been a boon, oversharing is exhausting.

Cappys books

"The Cappys way"

"Scratches bustle."

"Did not see that meow!"

Bob Cappy knows the deal when giving the public the adoration he wants, he goes and plays to their desires and wants to the most showcatship degree.

His customers and visitors give their reports. Some negative, some positive.

"Always at the guardrail, then beyond!"

"What a stretchy mindset, he says, treating everything and everyone as a prospect for his scrabbly ventures. You'd best watch your back."

"He's got the ticket, lord Jimmy
."

What remains of his guests and his hustle remains to be seen of the entrepreneur.

This is BBC news, at four.