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.

my masterfully crafted thumbnails

Or snoodles, doodles, making the way and little of life, pure play! Of the irreducible nature of our, the art to make something most divine.

They're play in the purest form, a foundherent structure of play that can lead into a set sequence of circumstances, or indeterministic orders that lead into other happenstances.

It's a moment of time, in the day, that I happen to entertain a moment of amusement for myself, then I share it, free of charge. It's free time expressed, and it's generous.

It may go away or may get bored.

Those little snippets of a quick impression, unrefined and then placed in my blog, they are what they are, and there now gone.

Shooting the messenger, descalation sensitivity

McLuhan

 Oh well, it's the media. Insensitivity and sensitivity via smaller formats and there sardines only give you sardine responses.

Pick the format, pick the innards, pick the day and through selection.

What is the content that with the circle of life with all these sensitivities are to be made for another time, coherent lines, then they spindle into many shocks.

The reporter got shot by the entertainer and here we go again

Danny Davidson > Dipper Dee

 

Iteration

Non-Infringement 

Confusion

His name is Dipper Dee now!

Because names like that come once in a while, names come and go. Another edit, another day.

Littles butters blow, Little butters explode

This journalism, well.

There was a comparison with that place compared to a containment dome, with explosions of information, I don't know if I've been on a landmine, there are people detecting and finding out.

Faffing about and finding out.

That being said..

Doing news on this is explosive.

 I'll be keeping track and investigating, providing my artistic perspective.

Debates between educationists, Technicians, and creative pundits, they all go around I tell ya.

undecidable

Indecision, something where all the things happen at once, and none of it is, tension perfected with a paradox and an oxymoron of conceptual harmony.

The unity of opposites, as they say.

Well, Dialectical tension crafted is one that is crafted well, in the mind of the beholder and then into out of the space where it all belongs.

No decision is still a decision.

Originality as commodity

What if.

This is all a panopticon for publishers to pick up people to convert into cash.

I know Michel Foucault can be dismissed.

Yet, this metaphor of social media interests me.

I hate this.

Well, Big media, urgh. Whatever tail leaves behind.

Walk away, or embrace

Oooooh its the diviner

Sayer of things

Doer of things

Singer of things

Who it divines in psych, pro-anti.

Along with that, with this thought experiment.

Not being a pick me,

Going to go with autonomy

Can't bootlick, can't commodify, will go.

Walk away, or embrace, it's now unstoppable.

( Yeah, another poem spurned by seth, well,)

(( Post-post edit, I'll still follow him even if the stance may contradict mine, it is liberal. Yeah, I'm trying my ways with journalism with Ai, anti, pro, ameliorative or exasperative. Time to jump in. ))_

Paredolia in a couch and excavator

Yeah, that's of looking at something and trying to improvise something off the fly.
I did that.
That responsibility.

Why do I believe?