Kyro/Gregor Body Dysmorphia

Couch - Self flagellating.

A necessary part of the business of what they call the economy of comforts. He can't help how it's meant to be, since his target audience of old woman likes leanness and bigness, his expanded form. This is all a part of reduced to a cost, this dysmorphia is part of the deal. The need to get paid being above and beyond the physical internal stress.

That's the trouble of being a fitness model, the body is on the line to sell a product which is furniture.

Where the cushion business of showmanship and upstage attention for the products, what other price shall there be?

Kyros - Self jaded.

It's a fish in the water deal, the job, and struggle ain't there any more, only duty. The duty to serve the silvers and the entire entertainment industry to cover its cookie jar mishandling.

It's not arrogance if it's what it pleases his eternal client. To the end of the line and back to what is stipulated, granted to what he's owed, is a mystery.

Self-prodification does not work

Being a calculus, abacus to the point if others, I look around to the chains. Wanting to be an adult from the calculations of the adult genre.

These once chains, they were the mascot of horror genre, one with Scott Cawthon and others, what a cesspit that was. Now these creatures, they are adults with a point of view, something somebody could relate to on an adult basis, from the ground up.

How can they operate? How can they be human? Are they human?

5 min old goodie on the mystery.

He also has a 60 min talk.

DIY ethos

All the tools flow as a soloist desires, is it worth it though. The remarkability to open to be ascertained.

It's the figure it the frack out world! FITFO. DIY first to see if its worth moving the responsibility down with emotional labour, it's a make it yourself world. At which rate should the items will be the way the managing making to work. Since the opening of the internet, such a monetizable has become the norm.

Now with the artifice has laid over, it's sort of become even more honest. Especially with the advertising platform becoming more naked. Direct and clear with no expectation. Nothing but a content of indefinite.

Couch Ground Woes

There thing about having the toy love you back, or the one believing it.

Useless puppet to the machines of this place, a cog of service to deliver the specification of comfort on the moment of the benefit of an old lady needing her entertainment after a long day of hard work.

What can it be without then needs of other that I'm signed on to for such a home that has replaced the other, that council home gone. It's emotional, all settled down into the dusty halls of the new one, one that's made of a work environment that and can't tell life apart.

Figments of a wrinkled grin, of a thank you from my reciprocation, ain't that a charm? As it's all I ask to make the day for another.

Then used and sat on, pushing the air out. Such is a means to be means.
 

Danny's Dip for Theo

This pond is my bath into the world of what I was once, a little tadpole that grew into a series of broken relationships, this big lad now he's seen my message. Croaking me down to the time with works that's he my coach.

The crickets and noise come through the town. Birds sing and work their way as the claiming release of non-pleasure comes from the meditative trance. Broken not by a pulse, by his smartphone beep.

Ah, not to feel any pleasure at all! To feel normal, one with the pond. Something to be into.

Breath in, breath out now, Danny.

My message of what was masquerading as revenge become to be something close to the other's way. Let me ponder and see if this is the right decision. A good time, a good time.

He slipped on the pebble as he dried himself off, ready to announce.