Customer testimonial 3 Furniture adorer

 Testimonial comes from a model.

"I've created a temple of soft furniture, it's a cult that's made a successful inclusion of a couch comfort club."

She's firm and convicted, here gaze that of a fanatic into the camera lens.

"Why do you resist? Our couch pillows and furniture dens bring us back to being children, where we play forever. With adults to connect with our innocent side, something for we will be smothered."

Another satisfied customer!

Customer testimonial 2 Couch Connoisseur

This testimonial comes from a model.

Another customer, this time a bloke with a warehouse in the background.

"I bought this for one thing, to fill my love of furniture! Had to file a divorce and my own house, who needs that now."

He chuckles like the reporter has the problem. There's a satisfied grin with his endorsement.

"Whenever solace is need, my top-down need for entertainment and comfort is provided by those furnitures, it brings! It helps! It placates any otherworldly desire from downstairs! Never had such a sweeter experience within my life."

He was getting excited.

"One sit, and you'll never leave!"

Customer testimonal Couch Lover

 Now, let's hear our testimonials from our satisfied customer! Sandy smith.

"I've become an avid furniture collector, Bobby's models are so decent now. They treat me right."

It's made me come again and again, buying all their furniture and turning me into a collector. I've had a backroom filled of furniture and couches that my husband objects.

"It's all for the seats! Those delicious seats. Yes, my hearty recommendation."

Testimonial comes from a model.

The clown suit, bad themes

"Hey, I'm the pretentious thing not in a clown suit"

When a journalist, who has its themes explicit due to its literary non-fiction with its target audience being the trolls, the non-commercial variant of the spammers. It's treading on dangerous waters of a capricious audience with an unpredictable attention reserves.

One is serving a very unreliable audience, with the waves of attention impossible. If anybody could handle them, they couldn't.

A very selfish, narcissus mindset where they serve only the bottom. To the primal limbic impulse of involuntary allure.

Roger Ebert did a similar study when Matt and Trey parker decided to turn everything into a gag within this team America review.

When the entire theme to capture attention, the structure and logic is only a matter a time. Illiterate anodyne for the sake of it.

The numbness hurts, doesn't it? The more precise we aim our trust, the more precious it gets.

Twerkout in dem heels

From this 18+ quirky reference twitter account

When Jaime saw those at that novelty store, he to go get the the show whats what.

Mmmhmmm

Can he squat 200 pounds in that? With that amount of suppot? Ones gott me arching that back, and strutting those quads. To ensure maximum leverage of muscle tension, inducing that hypertrophic response. 

When Heorge saw him, he was blown with his kilt.

One squat, two squat and three!

 (Got this accent from We See each other, a podcast of black trans representation.)

That couch h

For a while, I've been looking at this couch.

No way will I make an odd fetish my selling point. That couch though.

It's making me feel something in this height of all this couch hyping. It looks odd, it looks bizarre, this couch body is making me feel things unbeknownst to what is before.

What is before is that I really, really like couches.

Like like, it too much, is that a fetish? Out of boredom? Out of spite?

Yet out of all things, there's this middle crevice that my fisheye buttons cannot deattach from.

Yet I keep gazing, with ideas.

Castella tries the barbie shake*

*Castellas servant tries it.

Castella approaches with a Barbie candyfloss shake. Giving it to her driver.

"Why are you giving me this?" The rhino driver said.

"Oh, being a complete philanthropist that is! Must be hard working at this hour so have some sugar to keep you going."

Castella than approaches inside the limo,

"Dumb shmuck" She thought. Entering her seat with a loud emptying sip from the green tea chilled latte.

This meeting for her was not quite the show-stopper, she did pass a doughnut place and get a Promotional shake, because it was looked sassy.

"So how is it?" She ask-

Grimace Smiley

There's a grimace smiley in the twitter hashtag?

What is McDonald's paying the twitter staff? Did they pay a graphic designer to make this to help normalize the consent of the masses to indulge in their product, the product of commercialized, cheap food all dragging us to keep compliant on whichever assembly line?

Had to repost because it was giving me the creeps.

Wh-

Happy Birthday Grimace!

“Alright, I'm doing a blog post with this grimace shake. I'm gonna wish Grimace a happy birthday!”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRIMACE!!

"So here's the dude, he's been riding the virality and remarkability by capitalizing on this trend, sweet guy, right? What can go wrong?? Hah hah, anything goes to become #relatable! Send me memes, do the thing, he's doing a maximize retention and staring into my soul with this tweet. What a world!"

Geos neck rubbing asmr.

"Urgh, again."

“So hey, I'm here to see if any of during coaching stream has come to my neck rubbing, nobody? Oh yeah, you always come, thanks, appreciate your support with all my heart.”

I know I had to do these neck rubbing videos with my neck since nobody is paying attention to my sketching videos, I had moved to coaching video as a side gig, yet this brought the crowd to the moment.

I had set up the ear mike, given a gentle voice with my soft love self, beginning to whisper with my masculine body. Then proceeded.

Fripppp

Frippppth

I stroke my neck across the mike ears. The Bewitched audience took it, fled like crows into the night when I was done, thankfully there were one or two fans that I had nurtured trust. They have become more true fans.

Yet know, I came back. More hackneyed and hollow than before, I'd rather work out or read, yet here I am. Doing the neck thing again.

Friipppppth

Fripppppth

Wow, I need to find a better gig that treats me with dignity.

“I'm afraid this may be the last, I'm going to be having to do other content, with doing home workouts”

The audience, silent. Gave a mystery. I'm not sure who is watch, yet these days, the seventh felt too much. The boredom had got to me.

This offer, I have to do, ain't enough! I hate it!

The 2500kg fall

Imagine, the excavator.

One that's had enough of your s***, in his anger. Tossing one about. Then pushing it towards the limits of what is physically acceptable.

One toss, one turn, then a rumble. It's oddly satisfying. The four plates behind the bench press is felt.

With the musky smell of a construction locker room with hints of a fumes factory smell. The fresh oil smell you'd get from a refinery that's safe to be close to, according to the golemancer. If it has the safeness for him, or so he says.

Then, With that body thrown out of a window, it's only a matter of time till he reaches for the ultimate.

His ultimate excavating move.

Pomf

Smash

Kyros refusal to strip

Kyro's Looks in the suit in disgust.

(Suggestive themes CW)

The dance was smooth, the courtship was smooth, yet The casting couch could not care, she owned this arranged marriage. A meeting had to be made in Asheals office.

“So, am i to have this apron on, no clothes? Showing meal prep to a bunch of hungry gawkers?”

Ky said, a costume skimpier than his casual sleepwear being held in confusion. He began to question the romance. It's a strings costume, done live during meal prep.

“Yes, the board of investors, hungry as they are.” 

“Only in front of Asheal!” Ky said.

“Yeah, this part of the contract of your reanimation” Asheal said in response, trying to mediate.

Ky could not contain his anger as he refused 

“Really? Could you argue for what we stand for? Blurring the synapses and making the rot, this bigorexia of your veiled under some nebulous placebo? I don't know what sex positivity this is if it's so degrading.”

“It's a bit of a rom com escalation with all the a-b testing. The wisp board attention flows all the crowding there. They want it.” Castile said.

Ky squeezed his brow.

“They can shove that wisp testing right up there-”

“Will you do it, do it for me?” Asheal interrupted, Castelle noted, a smile going up.

“No. You perfected me as it is. Made this sexualized monster made for money shots and comedy.”

Castelle brought up her trump card the best one.

“You'll be out of your examination pod, you'll be able to sleep with Asheal.”

“No! Shove it you dirty seater! Not in the mood.”

Ky exited, Asheal shouted.

“Kyros!!”

He was gone.

“Well well Ash, could you clean up this mess?” Castelle said. "Or I'll deal with it."

Aheal is worried.

Kyros rehabilitation date

It's been one month since Kyros is being rehabilitated.

Asheal waits by the seacliff of his silver manor. Several miles away of the Estate.

The view is a sea scape, with dots of sand being caressed by the waves.

All of it was right, for the blossoming relationship of putting a homophobic foreman in redemption.

It was at the time, the shape-shifting mini-excavator. Wanted to show what he had become, in that form.

He waited, on the bench.

An engine approaches. Along with a sound of an exhaust.

“I'd love for you to come out with whatever. I'm ready.”

Asheal reacts, his ears perking up in shock as the excavator with cartoon eyes blushes. It has something in its crane.

“Kyros??”

A groan came from the beast. Shyly looking away. It unhooks its crane, a pile of dirt comes of his italian shoes. A pile of flowers and manure. He yelps, yet it all turned into delight.

“It's my favourite, lavender! I'd kiss you! I-in your humanoid form.”

He can't speak English in this form, only blush. His grunish tongue was rubber, yet it's animated face was enough to show his reciprocation. Contentment.

“Grrrrrth- thh”

“You don't have to say anything, enjoy the view with me, won't you?”

It was peaceful.

Ollyup, The stool with marker eyes.

I'm made a new friend.

All these lonely years, I've decided that I've drawn eyes on a stool and named him stumps.

Yes, that is right. He is stumps. He serves like a pro, and is all the world that can see. A grand champion of the affairs and knows to top of the walk of Glitter town. From all its politics and it's love affairs.

No social media statistics to tell me who's up or who's down. It listens to my problems with patience.

I talk to it, and it does not reply.

So what? It's kept me company!

The Mariah Carieh meme shoot - the aftermath

Oh no

I've mistaken a white tail deer for a reindeer for the shelter shoot with my as Marah Carieh. Embarssing, there is now a hoof print on my left rump cheek  This is what you get for rushing the gun.

It's a meme that will probably not last in a week or two, So it will be fine.

References that come at a later date will help make improvements, things that have to be shipped anyhow must come out of the void regardless.

Ow

Ky's Chest trick

(Pec play.)

Castella, the casting couch, struts in. She does not give a damn. As she knows that it's her duty to check who's below her.

Asheal grins, the wheel chaired agent had a grin. There was a new bodyguard.

C: "Mmm, Honey What's this?" Castella grins back

Ash: "I found a jolly good match. From the junkyard comes a golden diamond. Do introduce yourself."

"I'm Ky, Kyros. A rehabilitated foreman. Made flesh and into the body of a mini excavator. I'm meant to serve Ash and his dignitarie along with the flows of attention in check. This is a contested spot. You know the deal."

Asheal, brought a bottle of root beer. With a most smug expression.

Ash: "He's also my lover, a win-win if I must say so. Please Ky, Can you show me the trick?"

K: "What trick?"

Ash: "It took us forty two trys to get it right."

K: "Oh, F*** it."

Ky, The giant of the room, has to kneel down to get it right, if Castella noted. There were redness coming from the silicone of his cheeks.

Castella eyes light up as Ash brings the cap of the root bear between Ky's pecs. he flexes them and like magic. The cap is a crushed piece of tin and flutters down the carpet.

K "Such an object, urgh."

Ash "Carbon woven chest of muscular fibre, it's quite a conversation starter."

C "Such a performance of your toy Darling! Pleased to meet you Ky, I assume the process of hiring him was smooth. Crown Jewels'n all?"

K "I'm not a toy, Queen!"

C "Do pardon my deliciousness then."

Ash "Yeah, Had to give an eye as a deal with by the Golemancer. He's back to normal for the time being."

K "Yeah, thanks for that."

C "Now, onto the deal..."

(Note to self, draw Ky Bigger)

The pitch to sell manure

"Oh great, I've got this great pitch for this bc-gunk, its a new revolutionary new concept that will push a new tour de force!"

"Great great, thank you. We'll be able to handle this ad campaign."

"It'd better sell, or we are bust"

"Yes thank you!"

"Whoopee!"

The fairy boss gave a huge, weary sigh away as she placed the smartphone on hold.

" Gosh darnit, you know Bc-gunk's are full of crud, am i right?." She did not care, money was on the table of the enthusiastic client.

"Yes Bloomy, never have i once been told to sell such a thing, ugh. All the peer-reviewed umbrella reviews point to being ineffective. Just pure placebo that ain't engineering worthy."

Both the copywrighter, the logo designer and the art director surround it, looking over it with a belaboured groan, all the customer service had dissipated.

"How are we going to sell this most disgusting manure? F*** it."

The erotic teletubbie oc community

Oh.

My nomadic lurking over twitch has gotten me an account that i could not believe, at first.

The long tail of distribution opens up, every circle can publish everything now. With infinity of such shelf space, another facet is checked.

There was a Teletubbies community, one of odd poses that'd make ken and barbie dolls blush.

All within a thumbnail.

Thanks twitch, i did not know there was that little corner.

Another tribe forming of horny OC's, soon to exchange status symbols to see who's the top of their tribe. Branching off into more and more odd positions that will make me question the dark recesses of my mind.

It was crazy, and yet.

Am i picking myself, as much as them?

The embarrassing boom

"No Trist! You're becoming to sketchy and scribbley!"

Kieron has really got the hots for Tristan's commentary on his remarkable road, nobody would notice it but him. So he is to be rewarded, with love, lots of love.

So he disrobes himself within a bedroom, WOW! He's a stunner, shredded with good muscle, he prepares for the moment.

They climb and climb, Romance turns to intimacy and then...

The artist dies of karoshi: death by excessive work hours.

Kieron gets frustrated as Tristian Rodney is failed to be drawn, the comic abruptly ends. The view is obligated to send a one-star review due to frustration.

An embarrassing boom indeed!

Objectsona Con

Beretta Barry: So big crowd!
Couch Gregor: Well-
Barry: Yeah, I can't believe I'd meet a somebody like you, and it's a wonder that you could become such a brawny guy like yourself.

Gregor: Thanks! What do you work in?
Barry: Topiary pruning.
Gregor: ...
Barry: Tisha the Toaster is a quiet sort, having to move and be filled with doubts. It's certainly a charm once she opens up!
Gregor: What about the vending can machine.
Barry: Carl cans? He just sits in the corner and draws if he wants to.
Tisha: Hi.