Rhubarb thinks of outdated entertainment

 (Honestly it makes me feel like I'm carrying a dead voice made manifest of my physch of memoir made character)

Blank screen, they are all what we are with the vision as our ads get more desperate, the reach gets more hungry, so that they are, of an archaic age we have become. I don't know what it is and what has happened.

Technology has always turned our assumptions upside down within the golemancy and with our ideas again, who'd have guess. Am I getting older? Why do you keep me alive, by the way, television? Why do I even exist? I'm haunting the interior of our lives.

I get up from my chair and the shining rooming of all the television screens, and then my hands happen to turn around, this must be a dream. Defunct artifices unable to hold attention become another day for another way, the masses could not be held, and I'm supposed to be in the rejection cell with them, giving them consolation.

That's a shame though, fading in and out. This magic of me is gone. Only to be remained for a nervous image.

Kylos sex strike

If everything is defined by the genitalia and the stimulation of libido, then nothing else is. Our articulations have its own service and selves that are not to be trifled with.

Nothing but toy of play, no credit, no trust, all into the system of mediocre background dismissal.

Grgggg

Suppose it's a system of bounded soul to the point that's normalised, and i don't remember the Brick Coalition. What do I do? What am I supposed to be, take my sexual reproductive organs and put it inside a safe?

Obsessive lecherous get their dues, paid with their own desires. I cannot be learned, Bricken
Brick

Serve Bricken

There we go, now I'll have to figure out how to prepare more cheesecake I guess, yeesh, all this hot weather.

No sex candy.

Numina Theo

Mystical Scholar, that's meant within a world of magical reanimation of the thoughts of our time.

42 min essay on the critical reassembling provided by Kant. ( Another problematic fave, he has his works within the deontological developments and along with our own times. He has his brush with critical theory. )

 Well, the experience of the soul, the phycological within our own field and enterprise, it's what divinity, mysticism and the occultist arts that aren't meant to be shown with the forbidden talks of the silver estate. How do they rely on there own numinal experiences that are unforeseen.

The divine will

Divine God, away from the profane vices that seek to corrupt the estate with all desires going from the annoying Rust, or what Castella calls Rust, I call it hell.

What are my beliefs that coincide with the operations and church of my papacy? When I'm needing to show the paths to worship are not tainted by the vile Golemists and the Brick coalitions. Progressivism that's made through the whole has went ahead and dominated for the public image, and it serves of the world of PR. Even when the convenant has a matter with the interpretative.

I'm too much of a virtual whizzo anyway, where's my prayer? I shall play that have listening to Jpeg mafia, mmm (holy sex workers shall I enjoy this sweary word privately)

Discipline day for a screenwriter

Couch Gregor Tries to rationalise his schedule.

The commitment 

The repeated robustness of the mise en place and mise en scène of structural containers with its actors. The placement to take heed.

Then the flow of all the conventions acknowledges from the honing, into a point so it can be followed. Deduced from the previous.

This ain't work ethic, this Is a manner of not getting lost in the social showboating and attempt to do a piece of work that one is proud with and protect mise en place at all costs, with minimal interruption.

Since the adaption of words to screen and page are the constraint of infinite, a concept that can't be counted. The method of seeing a puzzle to be sorted is to structure, along with that.

Either Finish or Abandon the desired projects, there is all to do today. Be it for internal wants and desires or external entertainment and commodification.

Then, isolate and work the production/creativity rate* or whichever is generative from the inertia.

*don't have to measure or meticulous about it, can be treated like calorie tracking, please note that tracking can make it stressful, start n finish. Hobbyist or Business owner.

Hopkins dream

A bunch of clay figures, the mimics with mouths swirling a going into a big array of cogs. Then with that image, a big plastic cover hides it, following that morphing into a feline face.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Then the image is gone, himself with an argument with a girl over the a box of sweets, and shrieking over a ledge, a ledge twenty feet down filled with oddity. As the frustration of which tub of marshmallow spread apart of the
sweets is worth dividing.

“No! Give it back.”

“I don't, stop tugging me. Ahhhh!”

Then to the moment she falls behind, there is no sight, or did he blank it out given the circumstances. Fear comes down his insulted face, do he does not.

Then another memory, followed by an overloaded plate of cheeses, crackers, and nut spread. “Yeesh, a bit excessive.”

Then a congratulatory voice came, from the culture, from the family, from his grandad. From his eating disorder.

“Good job, that attitude will save the industry. Now come and do us a good duty with what you've inherited. Extra rations for the thinking.”

Then it all jumbled with his eyes drooping upward from his double bed, half naked. He had to write this dream down again, seeing how if it's going to mean anything. He had to see if this was the position he wanted.

Theo: Childism??

"Snotty brat, don't talk blasphemy about your elders."

"This childist!" Said the second kid

 "Humph, They are calling it childism?" He grumbled in the thoughts of his taxes.

Theo snorted his toothy grin as a child was chewing the nougat bar back to school, the kid had his sugery bites as he let him talk crud about it. The kids feet itched, going backward as the Theo kept talking to himself.

"Ha, they don't know what I do in entertainment, what a silly dumb kid, what will they think next? Antism? Fartism? Toffeeism when I bite into it, what the b-OOOOOOOFH"

Is was that time when the kid had hit him in the money shot, with the mortification that Theo has collapsed while the other kids ran away, unamused with all the antics.

That was it, he could not comprehend the new ideas in his silly dad brain, nor that he could.

I won't take no for an answer

Hopkin gives a speech to a golem in the corner.


 "What do you expect from hypostatized sex appeal? A medal? Self-express? Self express, self in with the wants of a swallowing plush!

I'm the cute cat you're the fluff brain!

Why could people appreciate good service for their own desires even if it may be a short-term little spasm and what they call their excitement centres. For all serves a long-term desired fun of magnificence. Heroism of simple service and the flattery shall combine into one point of streamed excellence.

Make them writhe and fantize in their pillows as they phantasms in their visions scream for more plush! Till it crawls out of the vessels and eyes. Don't stop make them envision till the whole cult and authorities scream at you to shut the F___ up!"

He uses his cane to push the golem back up to it's feet, adressing it's dancing gear with an inspection of friday night. Its my job to see if it works.

"Give em' something to play."

Agitprop, In MY smut?

The public want their polite fictions and bread from their saints!

What a desire to see what could be considered a polite fix, and I'd grandiosity of our livelihoods. That I see somebody rocking my boat?

It ain't called consistency for its own sake, or politeness in of itself, if it ain't my fundamental mission of promising a sacred space of relieve.

What do they say when they need catharsis when it comes knocking, making trivialities.

Reverse engineer yourself, bread and circus with Cappy

 Cappy will hum to himself.

"Learn to be a hack, will save your life.
Shoveling same patterns and handling the litter.
Give the people what they want.

Learn to be a hack, save a life.
Doing the counting and making the measures.
Providing comforts for what you will.

Learn to be a hack, Save a life.
One person out there needs to be comfortably numb.
Trap or not you're heeeeeereee~

Never commit to a point of view

Create the blandest stew.

Cardboard yourself a none-way.

Never get artblock agaaaaaain! Never get artbloooock. Never get artblock Again yeah!"

You consider yourself a god Kyro?

With the oily scent of an engine that holds honour. With the desires to bear the life of all automations, we take for granted.

Such a tradition, that puts us all in awe for a moment, efficiency. Interlocking with the repetitive specification union of all our hopes then making a mean that make civilisation and our laws, into complexity of all our known ideas interacting.

Arrogance or an acknowledgement of our status? You'll be reshaped into something that will into our earth. Wired into, wired into ribofunctional mutant non-attachment.

Not wiring wrong, or right.

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.

Theo's Snarl

There is a case with all of this, after the accident of trying to take over, it ain't going to happen, they always have a plan B. It's always a plan b.

 Theo has a disconcerting past, a past of condemnation of appetites that are most hidden to the usual eyes. Asheal pushes past him out of his wheel-chair, within his own smirk as the Greyhounds look.

Venture did not go as planned?

"Don't you dare spare your look, son. Or no time with your friend in the lord's eye"

He frils wave down as he marches right past, a long air of silence as he brings his word towards Castella, having to do it on his footpaws.

Omni-Ribofunctionalisation

Between ribofunk and what is commodity is not a paradox, it ain't easy either.

 The process of producing value for the prospective other-kin within the Glitz, the wisps, the rust and the lost. Commidication adapted from the analysis for the rogue analyst and theorist, along with big mogul of the techno-ribofunk fusion. So they'd work to the end of a process where souls are made to spark our condensed energy.

This monetization of energy has been named: Omni-commodification, to the process of all things to made into sellable matter.

All this studied Axiology has been refined by Castella, with further legislature by the Minister within England. Coolhunting is the all encomposing net where social and capital pools, where to social condition connects with what's glitz.

Yet, with the Ribofunk, shall of matter ascend from the measurable number.

(Some of these notes will need revision there, that's what free-writing is though, writing without fear - Couch Gregor)

On-gaku our sound : Too late for what?

Aya: Good luck

Kenji: Good luck for what?

There's a scene on On-gaka: Our Sound on the piece of performance, that it's still a gig-economy and that the strategy of being picked, Luck have nothing to be made as those when it comes to doing it as a hobby.

When keeping it in mind of the mental fulfilment, the selfishness could be a virtue of self-love with the means of hobby being the only piece of sanctity with the amount of work.

Or, so with the performance with Our Sound

8 to 11:15 of this 36:20 min essay for the source

Theo's Conglomerate Praise

Doodles from memory really show the most rudimentary of semiotics of my character.

Fancy ball Party, mid 20s.

"It's important that the silvers, along with its name, promote overall social being while de-escalating misunderstandings of the southern tensions of are guidance."

Everybody attention was aimed at him, internally there was a form most foul that wrestled within a sea of forming horror.

"As it's important to keep my faith within the ley lines, all conduits are guided by one. To my extent, I'm his wisdom and a messenger. For all of us bestow our benevolence."

He blushes and stammers a bit, all the most perceptive are able to see his shake up. He continues, "is this the price to pay?" He thought.

Out of the black tendrils of his brain, a beastly face of corruption emerges, hidden within.

Theo's mega church response

Cameras up in two minutes. Do the roll, put the lights on.

The announcer of the crowd of a thousand, and the broadcast of several people for this entertainment to our senses. This meaning into the cardinal of our authority, Theo!

The choir comes out, the organs pant an inexhaustible blow, the sheets of the holy land and mantelpiece. Yet there's a meaning to make the whole world to watch. Fumbles at the drops at the worstime.

Also, did he have no clothes?

The cardinal had no clothes? Why?

He grinned, though, grinned for all his authority to see.

(Ping)

George is cute

The woman scours the cameras and pictured littered within here basement, there are Pictures of the buff llama all around the place. She desired to make it better than the last, the last picture. That one with the big booper in front of the door, it's one that's going to make a prospect fawn.

 "That gym coach.
That could reach a fine price in the black market, I know. The acquired market for a rare price. Scarce with the amount of times that are mind."

She does a humble little grin, humming a fine tune as she organises all the photos into a folder. Then he returns to his computer.

"Ah Bob, we've got things to catch up, how's the business?"

Bowsers Grunt

 These bowsers within The dimension of the heave-core lifting culture. Deep into the bulking cut of the way the strongman routine as grown obsessive with his kind unsure.

This is only twice his bodyweight, what's wrong with him? He could rip a clean Triple and then some with ripping to the bar, pure adrenaline no go. He was thinking about his kid's high school worries.

He's never had a long term relationship with his wife, how is he going to give his advice for his son?

Another sip of his protein shake, another set.

So ****erish are Theo's will

Kyro meditates in bed, only thinking of his master.

What happens when the stereotype of sombody who defends the worst vices of a sex industry happenns to hide it on his pedestal?

Where's the respect and dignity of a such a naughty obsessive that only perpetuates the comic side? What a defiler of the flesh market he makes it!

F****** furrys!

I'm sure some of them can see the light, what can make an old man so dark a shadow?

Pr liability: Theo

"What a burden, young sapling go into tiresome weed trees."

That was Castellas ramble as she sorted through the harassment documents, and the billing provided by her accountant. Her office at the chapel taking into expenses of embarrassments.

"To what gives negative traction from a morally righteous cult, now it's party damages." She thought, then bringing out the stamp of it being done, what she hired a pr lackey to spin doctor all this away.

"His ******* shan't be published all over the glitz hub. That's for sure, he does that enough for his fan, or parachute community"