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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Purposeless

46

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
 

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

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.

Tired of being a propagandist

Over the day wishes, thoughts of a reflective subconscious echo within Kyro's mind.

Blumin bells, Proselytising for a group like that, is a tiresome trade.

I'll keep at it, it's going to be at it for all the rocky coalition to the way it's taken, even the ghosts that are

Let them have their ways. How can I handle multiple points of views when I'm the organiser, they are brought to one goal.

Dignity of the worker.

ZZZ

Theo is baby

Make me more important! More page space! More screen time, my audience needs to see ME! No other characters. Merely me! Only spotlight.

Your efforts are my only existence of ME! I require the attention you get through the effort of your work hours. All that ideas that are made through me. All you're lifetime and work-hours! Yes, give me all those are made.

It's productive? Productive or business or made to be made to all our desires to be made to make. Be my mad god and sssssseeeeervve ME-

Georges Illiac pollen

Smelling blossoms, bursting with a way of the light.

I think of Danny, bringing that scents of misty trickle of water. The trickle from the drive to the fuzz of my ears. Such a dapple and perfume with the idle bee coming by such a hill.

What a rush of blueness down to the M of my nose. Snorting it towards a good time.

Is this what it's like to be in presence of a coming union?

Internal Marketing Physch

Hey, you a business user or not a product. Nothing is free here with ad creep going up. Then numbers, you have to measure because everybody humble-brags there monetization here, and it's Para social delegation. You're driver of a status role of feeling famous rather than pursuing the craft.

Assume the right things if they aren't responding, they are protecting there workloads and time, it's all very priceless commoditys! You want to have that. Everyone is busybusybusybusybusybusyierbusybusy, probably busier than you.

Making is easy, publishing is hard, marketing for any meaningful stream of attention to you're platform for being relentlessly helpful and long-term connections certainly is from that marking books.

Marking books, marking, you're so lonely you'd have to study marking book, marking.

A mark in peoples to be remembered and that's it. A mark for you're morale. Gotta build a platform, or not.

Influencer influencer influencer

END POEM.

So what of it with this book? It's obviously commercial, yet it does it right it working in the public.

However, monetisation and profit may never come. He does have prudent assumptions there that certainly will to something, I'm not sure if it's a fame recipe (because that's always changing.) It was something that of a dire truth how having a platform that sell's copies is only the way these commercial companies come in.

Having the money flow is only a set-up for the shiny card within the commercial world. There is no plan on getting famous though, not once I've found. It will break the internet.

Lower than "This is marketing" and Herschel Gordan's Lewis's copyrighting book, yet I don't think its that bad on salesmanship. 

Will the email advice go out of date right about now? It feels like it could. Be wary on any fantasy growth 'meta'.

Hatedom attention is still attention

Made a poem.

Hatedom, Fandom? It's all the same for the copywriter looking for a direct response conversion.
Product is Latin for mathematics, the streams of our attention are our commodity's for them; the intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Can't help yet get a bite 🛋🍎

Don't forget Tantrumdom, Don't go into those centres. Yeah, people will respond and go to another a the demographic-psychographic of advertisers will rest well onto the platform-holders necks, giving it it's directions.

It all highlights another problem with platforms and not curators. Curation a requirement for our governance. Can't get out the product conundrum. Especially with these platforms.

I'M GONNA MAKE YOU A STAR

 Ting, TING

What's it like to have a response on you for money? Don't know how it works?

Lets go on a rich ride! Do you know how to handle attention?

"What am I?"

Your a brand mascot, here to make money for furniture you dunce, welcome to your new copywriting gig! Make this chair sing, make the pillow shine! Even that grandfather clock, its all s***. 

Make these items celebritys, and champion them for whatever they have.

"Whay about socialising?"

All the more to diect and sell them a product, indiscreetly, your here to serve me first and make money. You're soul is on the line gor it.