That Retweet threat that made me quit.

(Naive that I may be, I know that this may be ideal way. Yet clout, social relations and it's operations, I know it's not going.)

I confess, in 2025. Somebody _____ retweeted a death threat and made me depressed for days, on microblogger. It ruined my day with ideation I dare not recall. Had to leave at that point and consider alternatives. There is no sensible discussion, mindless dogma had ruined to internet. Like the mens rights/gamers vs the feminists back in the day.

To the one who thinks accused and taking it personally, do not, your are precious, and I wish not ill will and harm on you.

I'll be fine. My former Kantian ethist within my several years ago awoken within me. With all the reactionary tech-panic radicalisation.

It's locked within a audience capture, circularity, entertainment vs academics/intellectuals in my field then the totality of the spectacle. Something I pruned out of the for you feed so I could not get stress other than the tiny monopolies of something that ain't essentially contingent on a non-dialectic, on the essencilist of the spectacle.

With the need to transcend it.

Then, Substack with intellectuals, non-intellectuals, kidsters, I know that place has bad bloggers, it's one where academics are and the essay was, the written one. Still the same kind of moral panic with perceived job loss, which is why I made that couch-searching treck between philosophers, economists and political philosophers into an idea.

Will it matter that I decided to learn'n teach instead of fight.

Of an ambitious quest into understanding and trying to help a big-gap of those

Idk what to do with that knowledge, out of the moral desert. That i come to admit now.

If i was to blame the im-an-ally-not-bigoted-buts mindset that drove me out. Along with the American exceptionalism. Something felt wrong and my for you feed was the differentiated.

Doesn't matter of mental responsibility? What we are dealing hear where it's a eliminative mind, yet it miraculously has a mind! The pattern and the phenomena is the capacity to express a compatibilist in this regards for a simple question of ethics.

That's where i started to study that due diligence of sociology academics, left accelerationists and a relational companionists, oss programmers, transhumanists/bio cosmists and out of deontic reverence. Simply because I had enough with the polemics of the mass media and its lap dogs with the open source and it's proprietary venture capitals.

With all these dualitys, I haven't interviewed any billionaire, decided to make my own mind up. Out of the dialectic essentialism and into a former deontic past. Into a dialysis, or to explore an alternative, that's what resonated.

Somewhere 2024-25 I left here, with the For you feed of others.

Is this where your catechisms and constructed beliefs are? A deontic circle of peeps who got what they want. Perpetually, unpersuasively.

That is the curse of free will though, you have to acknowledge the good and the bad and recognize it's desire to exist.

This is how it feels like a techno-progressive who does not use AI ATP with the news. Welp.

Yet I'm too ahead of this when I knew the terminally only peeps.
Jeremy Bentham with the discourse being stuck within sunk costs within america
"If you want to know how AI will affect the world, don’t imagine current AIs simply continuing on into the future. Imagine the world being flooded by AIs that make our current models look like a child’s plaything—and those being used to build the next generation of AI. Imagine, for the first time, creating something much smarter than humans. I don’t know exactly what’s coming down the pipeline, but it will be strange and terrifying. We are summoning digital aliens into our world, and we are not ready, and we are complaining about the water they’ll drink."

Some politely unfollow me at this point. That's good enough, wading in with options undiscovered is part of the price of connectionism we exist.

Now that I must disrespect intellectual property by acting dumber and more gaggier. With a less attention to the punditry.

Guess they can do this if it's means have a sensible discussion. There is none

on the vulgar popular polarizations on the hustle funnel that microblogs encourage

Oh, and to work on my compatibilism bridge of economic transformation of this. I'll follow Flazfire's advice with art. Such is the futility of this in current year.

Another Hernia Scar

like that? Yeah, like that.

There's a diamond scar where I accidentally pulled a scab with surgical tape, yet its not the worst thing.

 

Reflection on knowledge rant

The Gish gallop, of the spectacle, and the reverse gish gallop.

Yet now, with all these moralisations and the elitism and the ideas with

it now, it's become apparent that I've made a professional risk. Not like Beep_boop took my job, or that I had one.

I did it because it was fun, this ain't going to get any points. Yet the 'left' and critcal theory. Of a polemic that drives scrutiny. the microblogger was not of a desire the reify

This revised ranty essay along with it's reading list on the AI denial cottage industry. Is exhausting, commodities of denial, and other ways that lead to believe. That it's a thing that I have to let the crud happen. Let the crud hit the fan as I must attend other duties.

Yet America's factionalism loves its teams and gish gallops, and I'm done.

Dialectical my cushions!

Can still not stop editing it. By this time, this post, though, I'll be done and continuing with my artistic endeavours.

The feeling when they're not ready for the amount of sociological research

I've done can't be comprehended into a single dunk tweet, and I dare not

interrupt the anger within micro blogs.

It's merely too BIG i can't fit it in, such aliteral mobs
harrasmenet to handle such a complexity.

Reflecting on this, can only say it was worth it. It's the most iconclastic thing I've

ever done, and it's spirit of Harlen Ellison's rant within his Glass Teat.

He's gone now.

ah, Symbolic capital, and the structural things

are reversed now, as 1Dime points out.

That now I'm apathetic of, with that case since the divide is the ethics with all that.

It is trying to put out a fire of bad ideas before it's too late, as it goes with the way of vaccine denial. Along with other bad ideas that have spread like wildfire.

Yet wildfires are wildfires. Criticism becomes commodified and incentivised

by the perverse incentives of online media, and there you are, forever.

40+ rewrites and illustrations of doodle-core and my other more serious expression.

It's an attempt to apply serious sociology to it all with all that I know from bad historiography, and with Althusserian sociology, I've been trying to make it out.

It's so exhausting. Is this what white-collar work feels like? Is this what working in an office feels like? I'm so tired from trying to catch up with the Americas' day and night work as I'm drawn towards its spectacle.

This is my alternative opinion of you as a citizen to bring in thought to rewrite.

Roleplaying as a couch golem – OF COURSE. I'm obsessed with AI effects, the miserablist/doomer/boomer and the industries intertwined outside them. I'm going to have to go rogue.

Since it's not a scam and it's a logic that's made me annoyed that I have to deal with the pestering insufferability of bsky discourse I've tried to avoid, I'm glad I'm out.

Wanted to do something different from porn, as they say. 

Thank you for all your understanding.

Yes Seth, you do know it.

Done. (until it's adapted away from the micro blog

discourse.)

Oh no, I did'nt use beep boop for that

 I merely expressed deontic relationalism

Real good ai btw despite my vigourous

research. I'll reach out. Even as goals may not align.

Bonus. This could be for the epilogue.

This article, even with such non-trusted people in state positions, tends to make me reflect.

Yeah

"It’s both intellectually and morally thin. But it’s also unawarely hypocritical. That’s because, at its root, this anti-tech discourse is ironically anti-human. It frames us as the machines. We’re positioned as passive victims of digital services and the devices they’re served through in ways that discount our capacity for agency, intentionality and responsibility. It’s insulting because we’re deemed to be morons by default, incapable of reforming our habits."

"Phones “make” us distracted. AI “makes” us lazy. Algorithms “make” us tribal. Social media “makes” us narcissistic

It’s a cheap and lazy story, though, which is why it works. Where’s the immediate reward in encouraging things like self-discipline, intention, healthy adaptation, self-awareness, anxiety culture, negative social norms and personal responsibility."

WOW! big giga centrist omnipotance there b-
*collapse*

Becoming sex ambivalent

 

Since the recollection of traumas and the labour of sexual gratification is all a mere roteness of drudgery act of the day, despite the pleasure principle of the faugue state it brings, my sexual pleasures aren't that special. It's nobodys business, as I've argued with with the sex work book.

Yet.

It's like I've been here before with my sexual expression, as if it's a think to become something to curate within a sexual perfectionism. Such kinkology could of become a trap to find a way down into monkey-see, monkey-do.

The moment one develops interests from it. Or not a vote for abstinence or something against porn. I don't want to be an entire idenity.

So, this is a foundherent acknowledgment, of the completeness of the bad and good of my body's sexual expression with how that relates to the mental labor, with all that intwined into the mesh of the relation of our desires.

(Edit, called it sex work book. My bad. Apologies who misinterpreted. Bad direct response.)

Grandads death bed

May day landscape has been delayed.

Hearing beeps and a guant face. I had to go since all other family members are going to gigs.

Beep, beep, beep. Of the Christian hospice. mRNA vaccine for pancreatic camcer came too late, despite the good news.

Is it the brief movements and visits of the nurse, along with wheezing coughs.

With that I'm forced to think of death again.

It happens with that of injury, with personal coping mechanisms to that of a sociological kind of the pointless bipartisan issue of beep-boop. 

I told og my character in my auto-fiction which i can't expend labor on since it timr can never wait, with the presentism that im brought to thought of bring,  Can only write or doodle on a android app.

He's barely concious, as with not having to be selfish as he rests like that. Ignoring that numb pain of my groin.

A line of reassurances as im brought to philosophise about death again. Despit the indeterminancy of our births and class, we are meant to being community despite tbe vulgar perverse incentives of mob rule, I'm brought to understand that with my respect to that indeterminancy. That sweet dream my grandad is feeling will come in peacefully, despite all projected conflicts. Then is comes with reinterpretation and re interpolation, to a recursive coherentism of cosiliance of what can be left the end mark of life.

Agonizing as I'm brought telling my monist ontology (not reductive) to him how materials live on through my ideological actions. Then at that point, with the ascension of our dilectical approach to the masses, better or worst. Its a try. Oh yeah, I'm dualist again, thinking about how it all goes back.

Yet what of the life-death valence?

"You will live on with the material impressions with which I draw Theo."

"You will join Grandma soon, in her garden."

Mixture of sobs, then with mine being too stoic as nurses come around. With tubes of milk and food coming in.

Then I'm brought to rest two hours on a sofa couch, stuffed with stuffed mushrooms as the time is reminded.

Songs of a grand time reflect of sisters when they know coils and the chrono circle reaches completion.

Infinite Sunshine 🛋👩‍❤️‍👩🛌💤

Yesterday of this memoir, he is gone.

Surgery survival

hopefully this is abstract enough to be explicit, doll-like anatomy.

This presumes that the physicians of the governmental health service went swimmingly.

I made it, heres some photographs

Before

After

6 week of not lifting, 2 weeks for surgery shower-proof scar to come off, 2 days for that padded bandage to come off. Feels like some meshed webbing with painkillers.

Now I have a mesh that could be how my knowledge and foundherentism epistemology made manifest via the physician.

Bandages and socks I had to wear when I go.

That time I spent 1000 quid on league of legends.

The need for social approval to be conventional. Attention can do embarrassing things, only if there is an outside force to apply that embarrassment, and since there's no subject to tell you otherwise, the interpellation with the Skinner box of MOBA and the short loops and feedback loops of being preyed on with autistic obsessiveness, not with improvement, only churn a status profit for a company that did not care about me as much as a heavy user.

Then the dull amount of it comes, such a pattern of seeing freedom and its burden. So I'm going to go out with it, with that game, with its community, with the figurines of fantasy of Miss Fortune that I had to stick back together with glue and Fizzlesticks. Collectibles that aren't those silly Funko Pops.

Funkos! Urgh.

It's all gone down the drain; I wanted to connect, to connect with a small rush of solo-mid, and it's still one of the thousand of times that felt like a dronish job. Thank you Interest.

Surgery Hernia day

If I get complications 1-100 and pass.

Donate all my IP into the public domain

I'll ask the guardian about subscriptions.

All my sentiments from my inguinal hernia are different.

The discovery of eliminative physicalism/materialism and the idealistic mindset and How it connects with crunch/hustle culture has been fun. Reductio ad absurdam

The writing and revising of my foundherent beleifs has been valuable. It's so I don't exist as a drone.

I've got some down the pipeline too.

Finding Uniqunamosaurus vid on NFT was a discovery.

Libido, the most mediocre impulse

This is the impulse

now return and do a style/mind of abstract reconfigure: illustrate level up, level down, level right, level right leve-

Yeah, sex work, or prostitution, will not go away with no whining or complaining, and the egg-shell walking won't go away – supplier/vendor complaints.

So now I can't commit to creativity because it's nondeterministic performance, and I'm feeling for something that I can't escape from for all the mediocre porn I consumed and replicated to the asinine addiction. That grate of a twee licentiousness that was commodified and recuperated within, again and again.

Instead of friends, it's buzzworded positivity and pretension of hustles of average. I'm not average; I'm the exception.

Or so I think. I'm only an entertainer; the show drags on. "There will always be a demand in industry for product" So sayeth, Harlen Ellison. 🛋💥🤡 So I go back from exceptional elitism to common sell-out.

Surgery prep, placebo time

Its going to get worse if I don't get this, and there's a chance that I'll be bedbound, and a 100 to 1 chance of complications. There may be a hose to draw out excess fluids; there will be at 7:30, where I'll inhale funny gas while getting that feeling of having half my guts slipping down my scrotum out of me. Along with the weird knots.

2 weeks of not exercising.

Do not want an artery cut and then bleed out. Yet this one is a professional. I'll be gowned and sleep and then wake up, right? Sleep and wake. Wake up with my guardian beside me.

Had this with the back teeth out, lower back teeth. 10 years it's been in and last year it was discovered.

Alan Thrall had a video on it; that cooled me.

Had to pull it back in with knots back on Friday. Sometimes it feels like metal brambles, sometimes it feels like a iron rod.

An egoism of memoirs ; Grandad's last visit

Reflections of the self: Grandad on a deathbed, something I won't upload on an LLM. To what I admit, as I like to eliminate myself in service of a community of an iteration of practice of the present times, I know it isn't everything.

Cheesy, corny parts of a life placed here are all flavour text for my more important articulations

They gave a history of his life. Here's this quote I got on a text message.

"Grandad grew up on a farm; your great-grandad was a pig farmer. He would take Grandad to the agricultural fairs in the farm truck which had Olders Farm on the side of it. He would enter his prize pigs. The most famous of which was called 'Bournes Green Maple the third'. A photo of the pig was behind his desk in his office. 

Grandad's 1st job was ________, and he had a big cart he would collect the pig muck on and sell it for fertiliser. Another job he had was human scarecrow ... he had to stand in a field and shoot the birds as they came to eat the crops. 

Grandad then went in the __________ for national service and spent 3 years in _______ operating a radar. He then went to agricultural college, where he met Granny.

He worked as a teacher and worked training farm labourers to do stuff on farms , then he married Granny and they worked in ________ , and did agricultural training with the people there. Later they went to Papua New Guinea and did the same thing there."

He looked so weak in the bed; his faint smile from past his 80's was the impression.

That Clown Workshop I missed

Clowning incoherence as therapy. That was the stuff; found it pointless with pragmatic, hustling illusions, yet this one. The Protestant work ethic bug had caught me.

Felt like I was wasting my time, yet I wasn't.

Regretful I am, trying to act like an entertainer. Plenty of missed opportunities to the theatre; I got a note that they missed me.

Darn it.

Yet this one felt special, and with that. From the midlands.

Surgery check up of Hernia

Please let this placebo by quick, and this surgery be graceful.

So many writers, so many words and concepts I'm catalouging.

With having to push up a lump up into my gut from it slipping out, Could it have started with a deadlift? I don't think so, regardless, it happened with.

Pulled an oddly wet sponge right up the belly, even the truss can't be contained. 

Pulled it up and wiggled it from the bathroom floor.

From the sofa, in the covers.

On a yoga mat.

Outside of a inner flat with cold air of a tugging of a vital artery I had to maneuver.

Bunch of tubes into a tight space, then i pull one out.

Then with a pop in, the pop back in.

It wiggles back. More than 50, lost count of the chronic conditions.

It's like a octopus that slouches out of a snake with and it does not come back up.

Here's wishing for a swift surgery.

Or why be polemical? (or have opinions to government)

The spectacle slips

• Due to masks slipping and my respect for talent slipping. Better to work with easy-to-work with peers rather than a insufferable talent
• Since obedience to exploitative schedules is a liberal hustle culture lie shared with the Protestant work ethic of the past.
• Since if I don't campaign and advocate for myself, then I can't complain.
• Since I can't control the crowd, yet I can see the celebrity and catechisms that lead it.
• The entertainment suspension of polemics is itself a radical act, even if it's indie industry.
• To not be groomed into traps.
• "Someone withholding information dreams to be your master." Quote from Sid Meier's Alpha Centaur (that's a bonus, I don't play games anymore.)
• Pagliccu syndrome, or comics unable to able act like hide there clownery
  
• Stalking horses masquerading as entertainment
• Because it's fun, even if I scream from a paytoilet

Another grandad visit

Mind was full of dogwhistles. To find honesty within government matters Is a mental toil. Yet I take my energy from trying to console Grandad in his late days.

These times I want to be young and carefree with the childish flying. So I have to make something that ain't Junuphobia.

Talks of beep boop, Grandad. My exposé on the Disney exposé went ignored. There goes my polemics, down in non-newsworthiness. Ruthlessness does not count as the spectacle self-implodes and sells spectator tickets with its frumpy enforcement.

Disney, with its lapdogs, the embarrassing performances of unintentionality. Obsessing about it now as they deliver blockbusters mystifies the iconoclast within me.

So, hospital bed and smartphone photo sharing with filters and how normalised it's become.

Sigh. Apart from the denialists, or miserablist enforcement, still alive. The ai issue is with my trying to remain a freak away from the hypemonger.

I've yet to read a giant back catalogue that makes me snobby with video games. Time was on my mind, yet so was A Confederacy of Dunces.

Enough of the self-important news made a spectacle. Slap of pain out. Cheddar cheese lunch sandwich.

His consciousness is there, barely registering as I explain my project too. Not sure how this licentious youth I have left contrasts with the stoic, frail tradition left to reconstruct into fiction. What a word! It's normalised. Glad age puts another in a state of mind. I'm silly and occupied with my own domination of 230 of a bill of anti-trust which I'm doing.

Bohemian flirts

Play around.

In the park.

With my mates.

Fireplace.

Cardboard queen burns.

Dancing pagan mask.

The tent of 20s air.

Crick crick crick.

Sapiosexual/Demisexual

Cognition and Emotional.

Logos and Eros.

Expression of Philosophy/intellectual cogency and the emotional bonding of intuitions.

Such is a manner of identifying with the continuing expansion of the taxonomy of sexual attractions towards understanding the performance of self.

With that, that merely shows that with the commodifying of community and queer theory with the expression with of ones own sexual identity is a manner of understanding if any of these labels serve, I'm lurking again within more of the ethics of substack, and it's a matter of time to understand new ways to talk with others.

There are a lot of images, either generated or and I'm getting less phased to condemn or endorse, it simply exists.

Thanks queer theorists, thanks non-elitist philosophers. They still keep asking questions and non-questions. Until I go back to work.

Here's a really cussy edutainment piece, with functional philosophy definitions btw, relinking it.

New Year, Self update and thoughts with Grandad. (Bonus Fave 3s)

Still taking pics of myself, with seeing if I can get a hernia treatment

He's alright, he's resting well with physical treatment doing well. Can't complain with the amount of chocolate that's come in with the off-brand oreo cookies. All part of the life of the Petit boug.

Darn, even unimportant. Feel less hustled than playing the latest video games to game social media

Wow, what's this?

Favourite Youtube Essays bonus!

1. Alexander Aviles : How Corporations hijacked the Anti Ai Backlash 

2. Fd Signifiers : Sinners and the Death of Black Art
3. (Challenger of another view) Peter's Coffin on Bomberguy - On elitism

Fav Podcast

1. Structuralism & Marxism (feat. Nicolas Villarreal) Emanicipation podcast

2. Neitzhe and the left Emancipation Podcast

3  Why Scientists Can't Rebuild a Polaroid Camera [César Hidalgo]

 Fav Substack essays

1. Knifestack: The death of the copywriter

2. Andy Masley : The Ai water issue is Fake

3. Devon Halliday : My Literary Fiction is more literary Than Yours

Fave Edutainment

1. CJ to the X : That Time Disney Ruined Kiki's Delivery Service

2. Flazefire : Twitter Artists (and why they're hated)

3. Corridor Crew : I turned my friends into living Toys

The land of no boundaries of business guru maxims

 This vision were all the matter. 

With mass advertiser. Goes into the hustle trance.

The way of the machine zone of playing an eternal economy game of physical pleasure/pain, all the complexities between. With the emotional ways and emotional states, compared to the physical states.

Then I'm trying to clamber for an extension, then I'm not, getting substack posts via business gurus, are well, people who happen to keep working, it's all the advice of people who keep workings

How is the motivation doing, self-industry complex? Any benefit? You don't have to follow any of this advice if you don't have a problem. They are nebulously reaching for better within the void of extrajudicial lands.

Thanks, I guess, then there's that phrase in snarl quotes.

Personal brand, not caring about strangers. Guess that's the confirmation a publisher does using the legal fiction. With what a publisher does after all the labour is all collected, his personal value judgement is there.

I can't blame that kind of mindset, if he's running an independent, giving free advice if it does not work or not.

At least you're not selling anything, bud! Well, bought into this.
Took your test on your blog.

Such entertainment 🛋️💭

There you go, into the sunk cost of getting a book deal (or not) I know you're trying to help. With words of authenticity cropping up again (Illusionist entertainers aren't), then it's the reason this will go.

Where will you stop with the how-to roulette? Reverse engineer.

Well, continue on with your generalities.

(You could consider pablum, what do you think?)

This one's fascinating though, creator economy he's coined? Idk, this may be what publishers give a sunk cost to creatives (Petit boug) Who happen to build their labour of signals of distribution.

Have some more, Philosophy wannabe. Signalling is talking about semiotics? I'm still reading that Umberto eco book with all the academic reading.

He's a slow-down kind of man, I'm a stay-in-sync-with-yourself-man

Solving problems? I like to give my characters problems.

Well good sir, good going on a sunk cost. 🛋️👍 Like I am.

"Stay Sovereign" Was the email.