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.

A busy hack I am

It is the world of artists, and the world of hacks.

To be reduced to a mindless vendor selling commodities, and to be taken with millstone of the world of all its spectacles. Two pulling each other apart and back again.

That's the desire of the machine, and desires of the master that I drone and break free from.

From the commercial cack to the romantic madness of the loner. I see you.

The gigs down the road, I should go down there to rumble.

Let's rumble.

Theos Substance

All A NEW YOU

TAKE THE SUBSTANCE

REFRESH YOURSELF

TO A WHOLE NEW DAWN

MONSTERO
OLDERO
THEO

REMEMBER YOU ARE ONE

Attraction/repulsion paradox/ Validation axiologist

 Defining the axiology of the customers, the competition, the distribution. Got me thinking.

Getting really specific with the axiology of determining what the positive is what the profession ahead. What is my first profession is to be called a cartoonist, an artist of identification that determines. A certain, tender truth.

To feel like an artist, to have no external axiological validation. Somehow, it's a win-win. It's going to be how to win-win when certain games out there don't need to be played. The game of constant social media validation. Ugh, it will be forever played with the status role games, so it's to be seen. With the meta of free views, always an odd spectacle.

What is my paradoxical creation? Well, it's a monster.

A dateable monster, one that I found entertaining enough to hold my interest. That's it, of failed irony, one that's become another thing.

Theo's Snarl

There is a case with all of this, after the accident of trying to take over, it ain't going to happen, they always have a plan B. It's always a plan b.

 Theo has a disconcerting past, a past of condemnation of appetites that are most hidden to the usual eyes. Asheal pushes past him out of his wheel-chair, within his own smirk as the Greyhounds look.

Venture did not go as planned?

"Don't you dare spare your look, son. Or no time with your friend in the lord's eye"

He frils wave down as he marches right past, a long air of silence as he brings his word towards Castella, having to do it on his footpaws.

Idea notes Theo For Zhangku

 An angry Theocrat strongman, that through Castella's sinecure.

Redlines and such with my work. Then the artist suggested that I'd work with a inverted red cross. Since I'm the art director and he's the honest hack. I'd have to do my best version.

Bio, physical matter, All, that offering with is with the holiest of fears, of what is the occult that he never entertains, which is now.

A peast, a pastor, and methologist of the covenant. Down the holy ladder, then up.

Then right back down amongst Castella's graces.

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"

A joke/contradiction, now meaning.

 Apparently they stole my moustache.

When the beliefs system based on paradoxes contradictions and whatever is serviceable at the time fades. Why are you left with, it's a thing something to hold until a bouy to be consistent with.

This simple sign of of meaning is to be held onto for the days ahead with what could be on the surface a long term plan or guess.

How is this a gag, entertainment, or a clown show any more. You can't wear a clown suit when it comes to a business dealing. Especially when one has to deliver an audience from one place to another with the platforms holding their arms up and not going to do anything. (I know Couch Gregor, You're not meant to entertain anything other than get paid first, yap yap.)

Yet how is it that Twitch's celebrity endorsements vs understand the impossibility of reverse-engineering virality. You can't magic wand away a mystery.