The pit, of the sweet grip of death

 

All those where requests
All those thirsty mouths
All those things where those accursed bodily pulls

All that, meta-unintentional cruft resting there. The unconscious, unintentional of short term dopamine hits.

That porn-obsessed pit of appetites.

What's worthy, what's better? Axiological speaking. Everybody wants to be perfect there.

If you know, you know, though I suffer, bringing another tribute.

Does that response rate tell me about you are about me? Well.

That's the holistic place of the external, the internal has to check.

Extremeophile

I see those arguers and pundits.

Moving past me

Response rate for all the wrong reasons, the hustle cycle.

 

Disorganised poem

The first thing that comes up

the High response rates of porn

then when wonder why

everybody is doing it.

then why does it or tautology romance

does not entail

the most profitable stuff

that such we do

no lampshading it

Funnel

Seo

Don't rock the status quo or entertainment

follow the leader

follow

repeat

what

will

happen

to

my

business?

what

is

the

mechanics

of

exchange

and

set

price?

What

is

STATUS?

Status, compete, scarce already, numbers game, hidden.

Monopoly

pretenders

appreciate the hack who does not

and the hack who does

well

they come.

Holiday of TTS errors

 SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHGHHHH

That was the word of Jesse. Or santa mc crank smile during some texts and speech as he moves towards a smile.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHJUUUURR

It's still mindless, its still going, yet, charity is what i give it, i don't litigate.

Ah, text to speech, you've still got ways to go in the 1990's. 

Now more cleanly and more waywardly, some errors still show, and how I interpret.

Sometimes bumbling, sometimes incoherent, times poorly acted.

Yet still, it obeys.

Other than that, normal. (I wonder how this speechify subscription will pay off.)

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.

The internal theater of angry visions

Fuming. It happens, its ephemeral, only in an instance of any newsworthiness  buzzwordiness of each celebrity passing.

That impression.

Obsession and pretension over porn interests while keeping NSFW porn intake under wraps. Then they return to the popularity contest. Macro scale, impossible to control.

Pretend is to claim/demand etymological, everybody's a critic, everybody's a reply man.

Oh, How I desperately need to curate it all, How I need responsibility.

So my algorithm ( ha ha, they say there's none, fire hose is an algorithm ) bubbles and filter.

Thanks workplace. Time to self-regulate again.

Poem - Planets align

When the planets align.

When they are physically connect.

Then maybe.

Things are seen in a new way.

When they do.

Doom or Boom.

To our town.

Will come and go.

 

Debate aggro

I haven't been found out by them yet, with my positions, with my ideas being blacklisted.

All part of the business of being rejected.

So, what happens when it comes to trolls who aggro and seek clout, then it's time to deny. Between status seeking and the status rejection (Recursive status move in of itself) then it's a go ahead that we are the times of our those who attack.

Those who is a doctrinaire

Those who bully

Thoe who trantrum

Welp, Seth? What do you have to say about trolls? With your public domain contribution?

 My feed may need curating again, from spammers and troll.

Have a video.

Doing something you don't care about ; a good doomerist post

What happens when you commodify?

All merely at the breaking points rule of law?

Just do rule 34 art and tail popular entertainment campaigns?

Do stuff I don't care about?

Just make sfw cutesy relatable comics while having no editorial work

Do stuff I don't care about?

Just do stuff at Buzzfeed with listicles and other things?

Do stuff I don't care about?

Just just just.

I do respect this doomerist substack article.

The lonesome death of the last copywriter

"I’ve had a growing frustration with the way AI skeptics, especially my comrades on the left, dismiss the likelihood of mass AI job replacement by pointing to quality problems that are both easily and affordably fixed.

Most creative jobs in the US aren’t making art that people care about. They’re making corporate slop that everyone hates, but which is necessary for doing business. The only people who will miss the human slop when it gets replaced with AI are the humans who used to get paid to make it."

Aaah, respect. Well, If it happens or not, have a look.


Listening to te the one and only Garth Marenghi's Bursted Earth. Or I could listen to Snoop Dog's voice read voices to me on Speechify. Which is more mediocre. Seth said it best with his own doomerism, anybody hustler stuff that he can use Stable Diffusion that's pretty alright, or the one and only illustrators he alludes to.

Or that, not rehortically, more convincingly. So that's his commodity fetishism and prestige. Magic and mysticism that can't be judges from the algorithm mindless data-landscape.

jester/justicar

From the book review

The jester mocks the court, the Justicar takes it seriously.

Two archetypes, leading in towards time, leading into the time of comedy and tragedy of wester stereotypes.

The play/seriousness at it again of the state where the fun.

So, what is of plotting of the justicar, the spectacle of the fool.

Two playing, two arguing, two playing, two arguing.

All a matter of time within the energies of the status role Olympics of the function of it.

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

Kim Kardashianifcation

 Short feedback loops

All the time

People doing pin-ups and cuties.

People doing displacement and wanting to be the next sellerbrity

All on a platform for free, 24 hours a day, and the lottery of unpredictability.

Well, shows how small this social media world is within this land of ideas.

When Kim Kardification recommends epistemology, (study of knowledge) (study from a twerk video on tik-tok) What a world.

Excuse-O-Matrix, Beware the Indiscreet, dishonest hustle

 "I wanna just ambulance chase" 

There's something wiggling, crawling, with the anti-work and the workerism of all the stuff within us that's not that a labour that only smallest and viable, yet it's escaping a responsibility to do work to get paid, or exposure that frightens.

Nobody holds everybody to account, since their engagement with these platforms means we are all suspect of them marketers, all there, pushing our buttons for status, for the state, for the status quo, for the status quo ante. 

All a game, all a thing of scarcity and election, all dutifully within the rules of our imaginations.

All the herd mentality, all the herd, that simply IS, not good, not bad. Not controlled, out in the for you tab or the Discovery. That's a algorithm, that's a market. Good or bad, that's advertising, that's propaganda, that's the commercially friendly and that's the education.

Whatever the platonic natural world justifys, whatever the polemisation is brought.

All a blur

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.

Bowser Detourment Guy Deboard

Bowser, your name sells millions of copies, and the world sees you as their kingpin, irreplaceable!

What will you do, feeling the ways with your infinity of pin-ups, and p*** filling the way with exhibitionism. The pleasure is painful, the priapic and tension of the receptors can't take it.

The way that tingle makes the brains sour, urgh. Headaches and nausea from the tingles, they can't feel it. Absolute Anhedonic.

Anhedonic, that's stuffed full of advertising for entertaining an audience with the same old, demanded spectacle.

You are the laughing on trick pony that's keeps going round. You've made it quantitively that brings the all down.

Come Guy Deboard, show me this villain needs another dousing of praise, one that will last to the end of time.

On a discarded lunch box flotsam, on the Blackpool beach. Then, only with cultural hegemony, such is will be. The herd morality persists within it.

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!

The concepts that don't make it

Unable to reach the finish line of scribeomania, reaching the end.

With the state-sanctioned monopoly looking over, will you ever get the distribution you wanted, the fame you deserve?

Well, not all, all things in the publishing industry that does not pay attention, it is industry, marginal return and so forth.

To the end of all characters of conduct and into the one selector.

From the slush pile, of mediocrity and to the rat race comes what is called.

THE CREATIVE INDUSTRY

Viewing habits here

 Why oh why, I'm following the journalists' path, it shall be wretched as it was. I don't know if an opinion is binding, and litigation of summoning the eyeballs.

Everybody can editorialise (except for Alex Jones on platforms) Everybody can 'copyright' and media w**** out at the exchange value and not the use value as Karl Marx.

Even if the labour theory of value may be the thing, and automation will have to be rethought.

Welp, thank you for reading these thought patterns.

Bopkins SSRI medication

I can't wait for this to be over.

Huff, the pills, may i take em. Two a dose.

What a mess I made.

Pouring Bleach on my Epistemic Crisis

Pouring bleach down a toilet, to get rid of all the undesirables. This is the practice of doing editorials.

Aaah, punditry, the path of commitment, or of clownish pretentiousness. Gaming the attention economy, along with its feedback loops of freelance contract workers.

Such is the void/abyss, to divine in it.
So that follower list, that thing, undiscovered pouring and spring cleanings happen, unbeknowst of tiny unmeasured judgements, stuff beyond my purview right out of the grasp.

So time to be ameliorative! Time to consider both good and bad, then carry on.

Escaping the bleach titanic, cleaning everything. All this confusion, Epistemic crisis and hyperreality and all the mushy talking points, no leaders, all the silly talk, I'd have to trust a self or anatta, non-self to be proud off. All this financial computationalism in the air, it's all a malaise.