Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Jun 17, 2026

Did they reject your irenic show?

Sketches for a freelancer. Scribble_core
Part of the freelancing, and reciprocal manner we live in.

To be at peace, life's too short to find their teleology.

They will have their way, as they will with yours.

Bon appetit.

Getting rejected/disconnected with liberalism.

Jun 16, 2026

Malpractice Edge and The Creative Edge of investigation

 Sometimed you got leave the vulgar populism of social media and be critical of the ip law of academia.
Elitism, Populism. You got it.

Then you've got to go alone again. Omnivorously

Jun 13, 2026

Being a hack is the submission

Eliminative materialism charade.

Even with the circle of coolhunting

It still carries on, critical theory.

May 31, 2026

Unpretentious traffic

When they say the hack, its all eliminative materialism all the way down.

So attempt to do it. Or not, flow with the water of unpaid labor.

That's how social technology operates, thats how it amplifies the prior knowledge and all that. Well, conservative epistemology speaking, bayesium manner.

Such as these formulas of social media are brought towards, the the unpaid labor of our desires can be made in leisure.

Or, how it is tracked and computed. Every time under direct response compute.

May 30, 2026

The Conception of original thought, aetiology.


Now, for some amateur philosophy.

Since there is no extraterrestrial deity out of there, what will we do with such an idea, of our epistemic actions through our own manner?
The pineal gland was once, yet our proprioception is all of that entails the conscious experience of the phenomenon of the perceived world, and the eye and the master.

Yet what ho, without reference that I can spin these theories without referring to any referent?

It's since I'm putting my thoughts within a space of land; I know I own the confidential property rights this sharecropped plot of land holds. Yet I'm doing unpaid labour for you now.

To that extent, I'm that of an artisan; a begrudging capitalist that I know it or not, trying to reach out in sympathy.

Yet.

With all the odd things labelled as anti-worker, this is the land where I extend my foundherent knowledge.

It's an act of selflessness and non-self that's for you.

So, enjoy our ideals and our ideologies as they go.

That we are sophistic monkeys or stochastic parrots. I write those two labels without any seriousness.

Is something.