Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Monday, January 20, 2025

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.

Sunday, January 19, 2025

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.

Friday, January 17, 2025

Frog f'd alternative cover


Tempting fear of being overlooked and seen, with the amount of a feud. Between beast, human, and golem. The creations that wrap us.

Hate never changes
Love never changes


Then It does.

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Towards the end : Term


"Define your terms"

To display a coherent thought, consistency and cogency,

Animated personal and relevant messages, as S.G could write.

At the moment, though, the term the boundary of general of all the emergent conceptions to the specifics. Where we divine our own ideas. Into cultural copyist of the entertainment of our art.

That of genres that are outside, and into the terms of the inside.

Monday, January 13, 2025

Theos Substance


 All A NEW YOU

TAKE THE SUBSTANCE

REFRESH YOURSELF

TO A WHOLE NEW DAWN

MONSTERO
OLDERO
THEO

REMEMBER YOU ARE ONE

Thursday, December 26, 2024

Lil Scrappy



Lil Scrappy

The doll that happened during the time within the hospital of my youth, thinking back, it was a little frail thing that could be ripped with the slightest of pulls, I have to treat it with a fair care.

Already it landed itself to a time that lead of a circular brown staircase where I held it. Between wood and old-lady home. Wooden staircases of an antique variety fill the young nostrils as the time of a ancient time is brought.

Kid back then with entertainment is given is taken, a special thing. It's not like I'm learning the hoops to jump through with today. The industry, what we do today. At least there is the art. Then there is the commodified slop.

I know too much, and that Lil'Scrappy knows too much too. From Five years old, it goes on. Those memories now fragments.

Thursday, December 12, 2024

They still haunt


I see those artists who create, who have works that will never see the life of day. Who calls to be carried over to the next, to be made into something that is articulated into artifices.

Crazy as it may sound, of the creeping edge of the deaths who I missed, yet they didn't miss, they minds went out quicker, yet the made more and more art to the point. Artists that did not last from the prosumer dystopias, along with the rented-mule work schedules. They transcended.

The made a mark, not a market, at the place a moment without commercial value, or a bit. Exhibiting the mastery of the craft regardless, bringing the story of the craftsman towards the point of what we may call art, with its own restrictions.

Don't ever expect a gravy train for an artist.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

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.

Monday, December 9, 2024

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.

Thursday, November 21, 2024

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.

Friday, November 8, 2024

Is there anything to learn about

What if the systems and normalisations does not work, though?

Forever in the feed-back loop that S*** G**** done to me, (If you reacted and think of him too Sigma Grindsetty, I wouldn't blame you.)

Prosumer feedback loops giving reassurance for more direct response.

Habits and reassurances, what is normalised, does it matter?

One when things and matters after auto-regulation, then do these standards are made to be normalised. It's a better to see ones that are made into breathing into the culture, and those worth curating out. Even to the point of anti-convention to become a dependence, and the formula's to be examined for the forms.

Thursday, October 31, 2024

Theo's Halloween


Locked with the puritan, the prurient

squeals within.

Unlock the accursed blood within.

The doctrine of the tainted that will cleanse with the ways.

Create paradoxes and write whatever you want, we don't care. Here's the response rates and bring us your fill, the inner slop that will satisfy us all.

ASCEND

Saturday, October 26, 2024

Frustrating ones art that it's worthless

All this totality of the metric sickness in the totality of work is worthless. To the business of google and facebook to sell its direct distribution. That's its entire intent.
The connection with somebody with intent though, that's the worthy thing. That's what most of the time, those numbers are not for.

To measure the wrong metric.

When will this addiction end? Reaching out, right or wrong, dominion and affiliation. Ethics aside.


Odendo
‪@odendo.bsky.social‬
All unwritten rules of social media regarding reaching out socially are fake and dumb, and are only upheld because maybe one or two people without boundaries rubbed the originator the wrong way. EVERYONE is fishing for attention and let no one tell you otherwise
September 27, 2024 at 9:18 PM

Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Semantic Satiation and Ruducto ad Absurdum

Reverie of all those blips.

 Repeating something that won't make sense, tautologies that in its circularity don't make any sense.

Tick tock with a fad to trend, to trend to norm, then mimetically it all travels and normalises into a concept within our culture.

Are the repetitions deliberate? Or not so? Reductio ad Absurdum is used within comedies all the time. Moving into a farce from parodies. First time has it effect, second time it's expected with half the impact, the 3rd is a absurdity.

Yet the rules of three do form a pattern, where the connections make way, it can go either way.

The law of diminishing returns comes all the same.

Friday, October 4, 2024

Libdinal search


Drowsy, purposeless libidinal search, with the random clawing for a community, group, and emphasis of identity.

Round and round these searches go, mindless to the unfamiliar searches. Then to the point of rock, tick-tock to point of stultifications of self and others.

A wasteland of optimised SEO and the desires of sex ruminating within the primordial soup.

Friday, September 27, 2024

Clingy


To separate and be apart with two loves, then to a moment to know what intimacy and a personal life to feel again. Ah, what I was to do the work. The simple meaning to find interest is what I'm going to discover.

They say it's like the hedgehog paradox, getting close is painful, yet what things could happen through a facial astral projection.

Oh, the way of the work.

I can't be separate and same the way it takes for it to reach somebody, in the blonde fuzz of Monday morning, so blissfully lazy.

Friday, September 20, 2024

No filter

Loose lips sink ships, or to go, sink a secret group of commandos.

The idea to take an idea to the world will be the death of mea, the idea that will conflict with life as it's my duty to explore everything.

Within the street of the that haunted upholstery to the wet puddles of Downing Street with a fried crawler for protein. It'd taste like chicken for the normal humankind. Must be eating several more.

Bulking cycle.

What are you going to do for attention that feels earned and not a gift.

Hope it does not let out.

Monday, September 16, 2024

Purposeless


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Mindless, Lost, without purpose, not to entertain, not to govern, nothing.

Creativity pretentious and self acknowledgment a pain, nothing but the meandering subtraction of everything of a character to be made to float empty.

What is to happen to a commercial mascot, to be made into nothing at all? The exact desire to socialise and ad creep onto other spaces have been removed.

So there he is, with his copywriting script in his mouth, what he is, is gone. No privacy outside, no expression outside because it's going to be commercialised.

nothing
 

Monday, August 26, 2024

Popping seed pods

Ha ha.

Popping these little pods with my webbing make such amusing explosions, reminds me of the childhood of open flowers.

Such a sweet time when time meant nothing. Where it was not a physical concern that tipped on.

I could do this for days.

Lose myself...

Georgie


Saturday, August 24, 2024

Disillusioned Stream of attention



It don't work.

The wand of return into the investment. Despite stated claims of stated solidarity, aren't. Trust is rare. Look at the direct response metrics, over the vanity metrics and to see what is their true desires. All the SEO movers, grifters of traffic, whatever trend hunting and cargo-cults that change our thinking.

They choose return of investment over solidarity with art and act. Of what is a direct deposit and the latter a risk.

They are hacks among us. Move the streams of attention, move the culture.