Theo's prayer

Fifteen minutes, early in the day, before I go into my theatre of a business. The duty that I now serve, Castella. They know what's up. Reciting the favourite passages of King James Bible. The protestant church allows me to run my entertainment to the best degree. This is the purity cleansing, for what other inspectors may call a little dark.

Not that it's dark over here.

I've been a good doggie, she gives me the treats. It's all too easy.

"Are you there? Have you done enough by giving me enough screen time? I've been a good doggie, give me more you wazzock! Mingebag! Give me more. Be a good chap. You're my responsibility, don't make me an adoptable now, please." 

Kyro's reading journey

What's this pride and prejudice.

So many new fangled concepts of timey wimey era that, even with my posture, Theo said that literacy is good for the soul. An hour of my time from all this bodyguarding.

This what a dignitary does, treats his master with the gruel work and mental enlightenment. It's the pride of the craft he does to maintain his dignity that he's paid to serve. Even if I'd love to open the doors inside me to be a more sophisticated servant, the dictionary on my smartphone can't provide me with the answers. Serviceability, service... no.

All a dream, Theo

What did field dream about what made him leave that mess be his bedroom desk, he had missed the waste basket! The convulsions got to him to miss, something so disgusting yet oddly enough something deep inside him felt like it was a just punishment right.

His last evening's meal desecrate was there, and he could have look into that for so much long normally he was in so squeamish to this so he left.

"On what abomination did I imagine him like that?"

A dismay of the carpet from what came to a fading vision. Questions with no answers. All surrounding Kyro to be that form to see him that way, that was the question that pierced his mind.

A fantasy Butler made to fit his specifications granted by the gift of Castella's Grace was not something that he could imagine to this day, he had called his other servant to clean this. Not his other servant, too many tensions as it is.

The high missionary that will proselytize for the righteous are not meant to be in such a state anyhow, or a those that who claim to be. The shameless boundaries of Internet clout must be getting to his head, his tail wags for a moment.

All a dream, George

Shower scene, nothing explicit. He has to wash.

Nothing is to the books to this George, that is best to know that his work will never go untold when he woke up to Danny's figment.

It was an overload today as a stream were coming to his imagination in an slew of flurries that he couldn't handle. Now it's all gone, like all dreams go. From his little bed, where he couldn't imagine himself to be now.

He's going to have to take a shower, a long one, a cold one, a desperate one. The formalities of his coaching journey with a retired powerlifter will return, it's all going to be solitary now for him because what takes him before. That's okay because he is not going to be that coach who's got a break the etiquette.

Direct approval Direct denial, he can't beat around the bush and drag this out with such a life like his, he's got to tell him.

Bark Puppet

His full body split, with deadlifts being his favourite. Anything for the back, followed by tradition, paused squats for the games wolf.

You're all in the design to become a puppet for the orchestration of a return to make a number go up, to the mediocracy of the serviceability of the grey desires that settle on straight wavelengths.

Even with the alpha pack theory being refuted, with a paycheck that ain't so. The seduction of a living makes a pack-member of us all, dubious messages of survival made by the fools who give mockery to the pedigree I'm made of.

Dash, little pack members, dash.

Two types of pack members, those who don't know how to get the treats and those who can't stop.

Locked In a cathartic prism

Pretentious puffery, one locked with a cathartic reach of wanting to be better. Puffery needs to be tightened together and cut off to be made lean. That's what this doll was to the furniture merchant.

He brings the little doll in his drawer with his work schedule, used to the work. His business to keep his doll in check.

"Never underestimate how a hack will reverse engineer for the money then run, so you're here to bring to attention, more of it. For our profits. Lucrative body, lucrative mind." He mutters under his breath.

Not Lip Service

Theo's missionary status, one of before.

This service.

It's a service that for the masses to calm and quieten them of what I'm really doing with the world. It's what need's to be believed. The belief of calm, of stories that guide those towards the other day, and it's going to be what will bring them into the next.

My priest robes, and then I move on to the lectern, the testament is there, The king James edition.

They look satisfied as I give my vows, it's like they don't even know my other life, eh. This twisted centre is not revealed towards them. I could say I'm a caddish joke.

No time for clowns on the alter. All the pews are content.

Customer testimonial 2 Couch Connoisseur

This testimonial comes from a model.

Another customer, this time a bloke with a warehouse in the background.

"I bought this for one thing, to fill my love of furniture! Had to file a divorce and my own house, who needs that now."

He chuckles like the reporter has the problem. There's a satisfied grin with his endorsement.

"Whenever solace is need, my top-down need for entertainment and comfort is provided by those furnitures, it brings! It helps! It placates any otherworldly desire from downstairs! Never had such a sweeter experience within my life."

He was getting excited.

"One sit, and you'll never leave!"

Theo's ASMR track

Sleeping due to a late meeting.

Theo had a tape where it's something that'd calm him down.

It's a track where it's of a guy, telling him the something is stable. The response, ley lines, connected with his own company. His relations with the cosmic dimension of magic that keep his beast within.

That the connection is tethered to the many unknowing that flip and flip as he goes a makes his sermons. The evangelist making him an oracle for his cult.

It's what brings him peace, what bring him to Castella's favour, what brings him his murky living.

These illusions are what to make him calm, there he goes, drifting off again.

Influencer numerical normalcy

4 min gesture storyboard, the message is emphasized, not the production values.

 Theo is there again, he's with his laptop hooked into the magical dimension web of the Glitz Hub. He looks like he's at his job again, bringing his following and "developing a marketing funnel."

He's got good relationships with his lobbyist, as the summer was still cool on his calculations along with his blogging schedule with his own strongman routine done.

Should he so another video of him eating and spilling the beans within the celeb scene? Showtime for internet videos is coming, his little garden fans that were going to visit, for him.

At least the birds made him think clearly.

Totalising direction

My creations are getting self-aware that I'm trying to make a living, rather than a difference.

"Insubordinate Networkers without leverage! Cut them all out! Who needs friends when you've got business for your tenure"

A haunting dream of my brand evangelist happening out my workstation. He's become my Caligula to do anything for the word to spread.

"What? You can't cut me out. You will have to prostitute yourself for views, clicks, and response rates. Especially when you have to fundraise. There's no escaping it now."

Urgh. Theo must be pushing the limits of all those marketing direct-response books I've read.

Is this what big commercial publishers think like?

"The stakes of your art must be supported through my verisimilitude methods of copyrighting, the great lord of sales demands! The platform needs to grow-"

I barely have any consciousness on this dream as I blank out. Deep down, I know he's right. No unconditional love here, only numbers and measurements connected to our lifeblood of our business. Left with it, it's the mindset I've had to take into it to deal with income now.

Bobby's Cush Bomb

Do I have a love bomb?

What I do you do to recruit, making it okay for others to join my place? I'm honest and don't patronize.

People lie about their solvency and fundraising. So my cold magic cannot be made into the other dimension. Into Glitz-hub was the way they could reach their fame, I'm like a talent agent now. It's how advertising works.

April's fools is happening everyday now, so the trust I give must be special. These are the magical artifice of business we must adhere too. Since you're selling, you'd best understand what it will do for our clients. Even if they are the demographics  of old woman.

The artifice of art is to tell stories of comfort, with true themes, not to con the misfortunate.

Theo's Side Gig of 18+ work

Theo, checking through his recruits. First person.

Really, they did not know how I can market myself through my sex work?

Well, that's what they call it these days, it used to be prostitution now with all this sex positivity thing going over, it's now sex work. Even though, with the underpinnings of this craft, it's become apparent that euphemism now has become survival sex work.

Survival sex work now? Really, you may have gotten the destitute -affix from the end from the anti's now and reapplied it, really with all the semantic games, this could be the one.

Work is work, being a star of the work within the underground scene is something that a professional to me aspires to, I offer survival sex work for those in need, where they can make the work shine and simmer. At the end of, the only thing that matter's to them is the thing that is measurable, so that response could be made into a potential sale.

No matter how hard it is.

I organize my members and tell them what it means to serve the aristocrat of body. All to put it into the working machinations of Brickenshires palace.

Asheal's Yearning

 That moment of first introduction was so awkward, He really doesn't know what it takes to part of the silver lineage. What a devastation!

The way he presented those blue Rose's though was it a new prace offering or one of Castellas tricks??

That c***

I'll not let it get to me, such a parlor game for response rates like romantic scandal between a impartial bodyguard and his defendant should not be made! I'm the top of the game, Theo said so, he said that even when my legs broke.

I know I have it within me to bring it all back.

Theo's Gardening

As I replace the soil of these hydrangea's, I ponder. It's best for me to concentrate on that rather of the stresses of the afternoon.

Even with this position where social media presences are high. I still have feelings for that ditchdigger. He has none, how does he live in such lowly traction? He has the lifestyle that will fit him. 

I know I had to fit through those artifices, yet so has his souls.

His soul, how'd I take it to fit it on a mantelpiece. That part is not so easily discovered. I'm hallucinating what will give me more leverage as it is, with all the cool hunting. His spark of magical energy is something that will make eyes look on.

Time to top it off with a bit of bubbly.

I have my own devilish habits, so does he. Now, what type of soil will compliment these cheery buds.

Cornish Pasty Trip

 I've had to get twenty Cornish pasties this time, the Wannings bakery was having a blowout.

Yep, I'm that guy who does the servant his rounds of meals, they promised me to have the lions share, if its a sensible share. Not a garbage dump here.

That red meat of carrots and peas, along with a buttered crust really brings me back though. Can get rid of that greasy taste out of my jaw with its nostalgia. Best served with salad and red-cabbage. Red..

Red, why does my mind go to this static fog when it happens? Why is it-

This is a celebration round for the bois and other shifters there. Time to return and give em the goods.

Danny swimming

Toby was always a hard sell. He sent me to the swamp pond and make me follow the movements of the decorative figurines he carved. Wet figurines placed by his belly as he encourages my adolescent years.

"Do it like this, like the Thumpers way! That's it, you're on your way." He said with his pride of the company on his chest. Pride that was within a legacy of water amphibians tied together with wood. Of the swamp dwellers making a living of the special woods that have been selected for their grain.

I choked the water twice, he'd bring his aunt to ally me in the waters, making me learn to hold breath in the water. The green hues, against a warty smile of my father of good times.

Good times..

It's been a while now that I look at my passions on the internet, trying to find a what it's worth to form a study group. I'm handling my way of carpentry out of organic matter with others, out of a glitz hub search. This internet of ideas.

I'm swimming underground, trying not to swallow the water.

"You can't handle the truth!" - Twitch

 Out of context usage of this scene

C = Couch Gregor, the accuser
J = Judge (offscreen)

T = Tw*tch

J = Give your evidence against the defendant.

J “Now stand to cross examine.”
C “Yes, let me continue, Did you sell out to interruption advertisers?”
J " You don't have to answer to question defendant”
T “I'll answer the question.”

It's escalating.

C “I have a right to know.”

T “You want to know?”

C “I think I'm entitled to!

T " You want it?”

C “Tell me the truth!”

T " You can't handle the truth!”

The uproar ended.

T “You don't know..”

T “We use direct numbers, content creation, and data for the backbone of social media platforms, for interaction and connection. You treat it like a carasoul carnival! It's all the foundation of our economy. Those numbers for our real supporters.”

He composed himself.

T “We have to appeal for payment. Deep down inside, being niche, you want that publicity you so ostensibly don't want, you need us! The lure for the potentiality to build a business. Working all those hours for validation. Them circles you play within the discovery tab.”

C “I'm still disillusioned Twitch, did you appeal to television advertisers, all this interruption? Did you??”

Twitch erupted from its seat.

T “Your G** D*** right I did!!”

T -“Do you feel it Couch Gregor? It's going up because you're raising the average by streaming less. That's gaming the system. You're going to get affiliate. You'll finally have those emotes instead of using word pad! The value of a business transaction instead of a priceless gift.”

“The business model of our distribution! The prospective audience! The Direct marketing!”

No! I'd rather make a living doing Bara commissions! Paying through that dysfunctional discovery sucks!

Oh, thank you, it went down.

Wood Weirdos

"The wood puppet could not show up"

Who knows, the looking up of wood taxonomies and classification online could be so satisfying for a wood toad. Learn the taxonomy, become close to its expertise of the words and its concepts within.

From my ecosia search online, wood classification. One that goes down a rabbit hole.

 We organized a Zoom call with various wood enthusiasts, which compared our samples of wood with one another. They even share a discord group where they compare woodwork and sculptures with man ways of how to use and bring out its beauty.

I feel a sense of belonging with the way it's polished and handmade, bringing out the craftsmanship into a new breath of life.

The finding of niche groups, feels relaxing.

All surface

Gestural, 10 min.

Kyros has a moment of reflection.

"What are these parties and meetings I oversee Theo for? Not for me. That's for certain.

I cannot fathom a lifestyle chasing social media trends that fill up a certain shareholder's slot of satisfaction? His lobbyist is satisfied.

It's not a cult? They say. Yet they worship a path that's not worthy to decode?
Only easy to measure. East to the melted brains of pleasure."

The bodyguard is relaxing, yet all the laughter of the party is causing a disturbance for his antics.

"A spewing of incoherent jibberish.. and intoxication of the surface."

Kyro's does a jaded look-away from the party that's going on within The Silver Manor. He ponders why does he feel so deeply about such an issue.