Mereology of Aesthetics

As with cartooning, the ideas and conceptions adapted to for a new state of creation.

Reduction flatpacking to establish holism with the attempt to move the improvised beats to scenes, to sequences, to acts, to a completed novel. All this relationism, from coherentism to incoherentism, and all those effects rest on the imagined dogmas present under the legalese of fiction.

All in suspension of the fiction.

I try to look at the hackneyed marketplace of Twitch Viewers and try not get frustrated

 Well Seth, They have a market for anything, you're a liberal generalist, duuuh.

On fiverr, there are roles of a job to get specification of getting twitch followers. With all this frustration, I did check it out. Since It's not my job to share-crop twitch react streamer/gamer audience.

So they all follow the holy mandate of the SEO, where search is organised, or where it is necessary to function of anything for anybody, the desires of many wanna being picked with metrics that can be easily bought.

For it is

METRIC MEDIOCRITY

The teens want their Fortnite

Noooooooo, I don't want to stream minecraft and react streams for an audience who will dump me the moment I do what I love!

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUGUUGHHGH RRRRRRRRGUHHGHHHHHHRUGHHH

RRRURURURURURURUR

Wow, I almost transformed into a monster for entertaining those audiences, interpreting my important business. Business of zining, can I express my right to be forgotten if I stop following the spectacle of games and new-cycle. Not becoming the product of in-sync status and the performative apathy of trying to avoid the dominion of my eye-buttons.

Important business vs riff-raff business (oh, Substack bot flooding has noticed it too this essay helps cover it, with the story of president plump and gay erotica.)

The cohort of the beep-boopers.

 Beep boop

I'm a bot

Beep boop

Bot goes beep boop

Beep boop boy, beep boop

beep boop son.

beep boop

A recursive look at links

 Something in direct ways that matter.

Does it all matter?

I don't measure them! What about the numbers? The links on the right? The way I keep talking, the manner and such.

You may be looking at them right now? See that one at the aesthetically deep dives.

You may never click it, ain't that okay? 

Oh, 

Well, nobody clicks on your links when you do an essay or an incoherent essay. Don't be a twitter 'artist' elitist bunch of twerpy pretension.

So act in mass media, for the audience of one, okay?

Do you think they click on YOUR links? Nope! Nada, that's why I don't argue and have my epistemology on microbloggers.

The anti-bootleg eyes of castella

 

If anybody DARES conceive out her propereity domain,

Then she ZAPs them, like the emperor who has such a high status, the subject dies when looking at them.

Her likness in you mind? ZAP.

Her Face? Zooop.
Even the word Cast? Zappers.

Burnt to a crisp, merely like that, a nothingness of not being able to conceive  as she owns the word the and 99% of writers have perished based on here benevolent rule!

You can only pull from thin air, and all ethers as all ideation is contingent to her!

Observe. An idealism within her natural law! Of Golden abundance!

PWOOOOOOOOOSH!

Hypebeast! 🛋🌈⭐

 Definition

"A person obsessed with acquiring fashionable items, especially clothing and shoes"

Am I obsessed with furry coms of my characters. Am i vain, or contributing to the informal markets? Were they interested in nfts?? That was way above me! I have not looked at one at this time of writing.

Or, it was a thing I avoided.as

Eh, i do like art/entertainment and don't agitate. Total swag move. Gosh, the sellabrity gor me like the sims, the urbz. I'll have to swimg swomg swuuu this to make the posts mood. I must end this in jest.

Aaah, How I want to forget the gamer days.

Thirst trapping Tax avoidance

OoRurRHTY!! mew~

I had to eat from a slop channel, even though that's a nebulous term. Welp, from the last moments of papa-meat showruning news thingy.

He's stuck in it like all of us. Have this for entertainment purposes.
 

Wow, they already had to adjust the thumbnail. Papameat happens to keep his show-running with. He goes, "Sex sells! Only thing that counts." Well, that's a bit reductionist with measurable money. Oh well, it's enough to finish this one of the thrists.

(( Edit, I know he's done betterhelp sponsorships and done that so-so disability fakers one, I found it mid with inaccuracies with a-b tested thumbnail and sympathies to disabled ))

Sexual satisfaction will always be on the internet.

Will be doing a review on this soon.

too novel to be a novelist

 One has to recognize one has to be a pioneer when they happen to get the way of making a fresh idea stand on its legs. One that's meant to be the way of the first steps that nobody will recognize something novel since they ain't familiar.

Can somebody recursively be too pioneering to be a pioneer, though? Away from all the tropes.
Monetary and professional risk, that's a zesty concoction with is.

What if it's on illegible on sticks and impossible to decipher? Then that's too novel to be a novelist.

Some conventions need to be respected.

An ode to YTPs

Please, do protect the commons for providing free entertainment for the masses, YouTube poop, becomes YouTube gold. Bored teenagers making amusement and then back again.

Such a cycle of charity of entertainment was a gift to us, and we have to make it with our own ghosts of what were discarded commodified shells, making life again.

They still exist, projects made for the self-entertainment of a bunch of random kids where the ideation of good enough if the incongruity of a certain happenstance was to happen out of the expectations of the conflict portrayed. So too, shall they hit the good zone of what it means to pursue a hobby within what it looks like a juicy remix.

A juicy remix from the commons and the into the creative well-being of our own desires. Out of such silly free-market hockey, there are things that stick along within our times that I made from abadoned commercial dreams.

So that, such deliberate ignoring, do these blossom.

Y'know what they say

Wallaces ultimate pleasure machine Infinite jest

David Foster Wallace, most amusing show thought

experiment really brings into the mediums as metaphor.

Ethical questions in regard to our mediums.

Nothing new,

these polemics have been done with Neil Postman's

musing ourselves to death.

Aaaaaaaash, the logos orgy of each line intersecting with a ding. This is literature, cointelpro that direction, another serialised shots of tennis player embarrassments, an essay on empathy, identification and cultivated sympathy. Then it pings and you're in a relationship drama romance, and it flitters between many directions genres till you're flat on your butt.

Ding!

Why did I buy this? Well, the literary troll within me demanding so complex of a story of Stream of conciousness perspectivism that hurts. NO, I won't be looking up the Wikipedia summary of this literary achievement, yet today I will go through the novelists other works of art, and see what I can make of that.

Hmm, The Pale king. Our status Ante of our fiction.

 ~Couch Gregor

Swap it out, NDA

Can be used within the entertainment industry.

There are terms that silence others, including those who make work that matters. Check and delete and see if they agree.

Turn a non-disclosure agreement into a full disclosure agreement, wuzzah!

See if they agree, it works like that.

Amusement carasol

 Laughter loops that take us. There's reason that those whose profession in amusement don't deserve respect from other professions. Since amusement cannot work within law, health and financing.

Such is a natural property of the communicative medium, the message of the medium won't be learned from a book rather than a cartoon TikTok

Clowning for the sake of clowning, cleverness for the sake of cleverness, buffoonery for the sake of buffoonery. Such a way that goes around and is the silly status roll that goes nowhere. The publishers and it's trail of SEO, of the status that follows the most and leads to nowhere.

If that idea leads to new ones, that so be it.

If there's no direction and only amusement, then that's a warning sign of the narrative at play.

Amusement ain't resistance, not the "need to laugh or you'll cry", it has character like the rest of it.

When copywriting/business negotiation, don't amuse and communicate.

Cruel Clown show

What a show that will others believe they're owed entertainment. Owed amusement, owed kiddie pool play.

Such is a means that will never end, of large waves of attentions economies that will move in and out, with much whimsy.

Fame, Infamy, and Attention Economising. It all happens at once, performance metric hallucinations shake like winds. Commercial platforms yearn for it, long for it, and call for it.

Now, I shall quote, as we go through this circles.

Dyna Soar 

"One of the worst things that can happen to an artist is becoming unintentionally famous on the internet. Nobody is in control of it, and when it occurs it’s a completely destructive force that endangers you and your work due to the nature of the majority of people online. The macrolevel behavior of social media is sick and twisted and directly/indirectly pursues the suffering and torment of others as entertainment. Doesn’t seem to matter if you “embrace” momentary celebrity or not. It will punish you, hunt you, grift off you, and make up stories about you regardless. There is a sense of entitlement from the viewer that they are owed entertainment constantly from you. That all work you do is immediately “open source”, available to anyone, and ready to make a buck off of. Any rejection of this is considered elitist and antisocial, and the acceptance is considered “selling out”. You can’t win and in general, nobody I know that has had the spotlight thrown on them really wants that. We all know it’s horrible."

If you haven't already, you can look of Signifiers in documentary of the entertainment industry. Or, with how social media is treated like one.

FD signifer 1:12 with racism content warning.

Everybody fishes for a sinecure/Performance Metrics

 Users act nonchalant about the performance metrics, yet it's the business models work. How do they express is clearly, the distribution.

Making money may not be the point, yet the relationship that does not betray one another business is a relationship to be trusted. One of the conventions of business is no-comedy or clownery for a reason. No incongruity or contradictions for a reason.

The less amusement and more ruthless, the better. The less the genre signifiers towards amusement, the better. Believe of contribution with that motivation comes in mind.

Training and Performance Metrics, Ouch!

Booper Cam Danny

...

Ribbit, this is really awkward, i apologise! You look like a big mushroom from this distance.

So close, like a big snooter, erm, is this how romance happens? Through awkwardness?

Croak, it's an eternal moment that's granted to us, it's not going to last. I'm sorry.

I said it again, ah, ah, this ain't creepy, right. Yet in all the most intimate moments, things seem to most blind with love. Oh, how juvenile it is. Hope my nail ain't scraping.

Booper cam George

Haaaaaah

Haaaaaaah

Yeah, erm, I'm close, Can't see you.

So now that you should look around.

Or something.

Haaaaah

Haaaaah

Quite the snout breather, right? I don't understand romance. It happens, then goes away, you can't justify it the moment as those intuitive feelings shine through with the moment that shines in a moment like this. How in fiction, I could dream of it, it's here now.

It's already too late; I'm unhinged*

 *Not it's categorised as a derogatory slur, irrationality is now part of the process, as Quine would opine. 

Whatever thoughts that come out, come out from one or two. I'm going to have to tell you in my most irrational, and all the irrationality matters and I control of my indeterminacy of it all, Is this marketing? I'm making a mark here ---------->.

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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.

On-gaku our sound : Too late for what?

Aya: Good luck

Kenji: Good luck for what?

There's a scene on On-gaka: Our Sound on the piece of performance, that it's still a gig-economy and that the strategy of being picked, Luck have nothing to be made as those when it comes to doing it as a hobby.

When keeping it in mind of the mental fulfilment, the selfishness could be a virtue of self-love with the means of hobby being the only piece of sanctity with the amount of work.

Or, so with the performance with Our Sound

8 to 11:15 of this 36:20 min essay for the source

Theo's mega church response

Cameras up in two minutes. Do the roll, put the lights on.

The announcer of the crowd of a thousand, and the broadcast of several people for this entertainment to our senses. This meaning into the cardinal of our authority, Theo!

The choir comes out, the organs pant an inexhaustible blow, the sheets of the holy land and mantelpiece. Yet there's a meaning to make the whole world to watch. Fumbles at the drops at the worstime.

Also, did he have no clothes?

The cardinal had no clothes? Why?

He grinned, though, grinned for all his authority to see.

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