Crossing the road

Crossing the road is the most important thing in my mind, over and above paying attention to writing this blog post within my smartphone.

Now it ain't any more. This point of relative relevance is the struggle of the copywriter, when he is told that his sales card is going to be buried with many offers, better offers this could be the reality, the humble reality.

Why must the importance taken for granted at that moment at the pile of junk-mail? An error.

Cusion checking cg

In the spare room, Bobby has left me to clean the cushions so they are fresh and free of rot. Part of the furniture business with this mid-wife demographic.

These designs are meant to sell to the families, and I'm to act a child-safe effect. I'm not meant to show intimate love as a couch man. That's too adult. I can understand. The face of entertainment does not know what happens behind where the cushions are made. It's all stitches and stuff. What is raw inside ain't what's on show here.

Is that what the mascot form for? I'm supposed to be that form at normal hours. Hiding the hat under the cushions. That's the gig.

Ship of theasus/gameification

Dynasuar has got me thinking. One of a conceptual dichotomy. Of literary fine art and of commercial entertainment product.

With this I was thinking the gamification of art, art into entertainment into what is to crack the influencer way, which is the coming together into of all the ambulance chasing method and limits of meta. Above that, the creative endeavours are simply underpaid. So some reverse engineer everything behind a paywall. This still lowers self efficiency, though. Because the infinity of online content never ceases.

Presuming a game means there's a hackable algorithm to discovery within the net, that's the problem.

So, learning is a constant voyage of a long-term edification can be another analogy. The anchor laying a point on the sea of form, the ship the message.

This creation is continual, the map of discovery of the body of work. The artist knows their work may be a lonely one initially. Those marks of resonance and cohorts are the matters.

Recreational Break, Trist

 S***

Skateboards doing alright, wonder if the that pranks being doing okay with the younger crowd. The orphanage said I'd not go all in with this content creator business, theres certainly a grain of truth to it all.

(Coughs)

The pain ain't subsiding to all that bruised knee trip, that grind was dope. One tropical punch that proceeded to be a sucker punch from the abyss.

Can't wait if that gig for skateboarding stop motion pays off. That has some return, celebrity man.

Theo's Endurance Run

Where do I go now, the drugs are off the leash, this weight to be maintained as it can't ignore the laws of thermodynamics. I eat and eat and its going to have to be processed.

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Am I entertaining another state of subservience through the action? It's what the industry is made for? Over this postmodern proconsumer line, I said. This production has got to keep rolling. The cannibalistic consumerist design I'm made for is forgotten with the grooming within Castella's entertainment product. Already, this trained sycophantic way as driven down towards the ranks.

My treadmill Trip is over.