At least we can breathe when it all goes to hell in a hand basket. And of course, when I say hell in a hand basket, what I really mean in terms of how we are all supposed to behave even as shit is hitting the fan...sparkle kitten dreams and fart bubble caviar. Play it up nice, all the way up into the mirror and beyond...light beams flowing. I wonder?. That flow. That path, even if dolled up as successful and righteous. I fucking pass, just like a passed all of my courses, honors, and moved the fuck on. But that's right, you could never be rejected. After all, you are the one who does the rejecting. Let's pretend. I mean who doesn't want to thrive in the mirror with your backwards asses. Pass. I'd rather paint, and again 3 degrees, high marks, but spin it how you've got to spin it so you can "feel" better. All is working and everyone "worthy" loves you, after you prop sycophantic asses up and tar and feather any mind that takes issue with your group. So tar and feather baby. We know what you have turned into. You can do whatever you like. Your network is ready to serve in that irrational, North Korean, way. And it's not antagonism. Anyone who is simply living their life and painting, still dealing with this incessant need, when I made the grade and did what I did...and that still warrants the plays of disrespect. You would do the same fucking thing. Denial is a river, and as long as a group can deny all and fuck off into the light...nope, this dynamic...the writing...it doesn't stop. Sure the department looks well, but the bullshit, among nice-nothing faces with crosses...and it's not all crosses, but many....still going down. Pisses me off. Once upon a time there was a separation of church and state, and all were guaranteed a status of citizen, which including checking irrational plays of power that targeted US citizens. I've seen improvements, but certain personalities, not really appreciating what it means to do what I did, when everyone could just starfish their way into money...and when the smiling faces of our youth keep coming my direction in that manner...it's about to get worse. It won't be polemics though.
Nothing scary or threatening though...That can be misread, but then again, when a group is having self-worth issues, aka insecure, I mean I can see that way of orienting...again you do the rejecting. Meanwhile it's a 2 fucks show for me in relation to what you are interested in. I'm not interested in the mirror. I'm painting. When I was at Edinburgh, it was about contribution not taking from a table, unless I wanted to be all caught up. I didn't get trapped. That was where a group already seemed to take issue (not everyone, just certain irrational interests among that kind hearsay of a fake ass family unit). Why was I there? If it's not superficial shouldn't you all be rejoicing, oh wait, no. You aren't rejoicing. You wanted someone in the mirror. So naturally considering the mirror is to be everything for all, I was rejected...didn't happen, but okay. Sure thing. Even that, just living my life and painting. You could assert whatever, but again, it's not enough. When a starfish is on the rise. Who could I possibly be in relation to her and all of that money. Not really something I'm about, but I mean when the youth who like the mirror like her can gun in relation to me, endless nice-nothing conversations...fuck it, shine on you crazy starfish. Cool! Nice ice it is. Smart youth and all without the work it is. Disrespect on repeat it is. You figured me out and among that fine play of deficited framing...so profound. By all means, let's have this dance, over, and over, and over, again...it's all you got at this point. I have informatics that relegates this play, but I wouldn't want you "feeling" lonely after all I do seem to be a needed focus of attention, so let's dance an old dance that in actuality is now defunct. "Feel" like you are winnning. Have your sycophants cheer for you upon payout and post. I don't care. Gun for me. I'll go words, words, words. It will be tree of knowledge, move me controller. Totally what's happening. Nothing new under the sun at all. As long as the repeition can convince otherwise. Something to believe, even if it is completely irrational. It's all a Talk-Talk context it seems, unless it's INFORMATIC, and let's be very clear, a Starfish isn't going to work out anything informatic. I did though. Doesn't stop one from you know...sir, sir, sir, sir...wow, I mean your IQ....and yet, there are degrees, a track record, and the like, and yet, wow that IQ. Again, when there is insecurity and the GRAND STARFISH OF THE UNIVERSE that is do hold the accept-reject button for all, even though the don't...but in this time to pretend...I mean as long as enough people support you blindly. Smile.
And this could be all one big misunderstanding but it's not. It's the same smiling faces, who all show up in spurts with conversations involving the same topic. It's the endless conversation play...it's the irrational tar and feather job for the one who did a hell of a lot more than what most people in industry could ever offer, and those who look at my work, and even follow this comes from conversations and work at the University of Edinburgh, they will know this. But hey, I'm the pauper so who is really to stop a starfish and friends from fucking with me at work incessantly. We can note the operational play stoped, but then if that's been addressed, try the other route, which is send the smiling youth gunning for their opportunity my way...over, and over, and over, and over....Starfish has to win. It's going to be everything. Kind of like setting Nikola, Adam Smith, the Wright Bros, or anyone else who dedicated their lives toward contribution, in terms of innovation, not so much lucrative matters, on fire. To be the asshole who benefited from innovation now in a position to be the god in the machine to all, quick fake crosses unite and gun the innovator down, so we can all pretend that success came from this starfish teet, and the actual process of innovation and initiating the process of change incessantly. Oh no...it's a new dull and drab day for this fine time for America to shine. We will return to a yore, that's the mentality that made the US powerful. Right. We will sit on our fucking porches churn butter, and thank the tariffs that protect our inefficient asses, so we can have a half-assed livliehood. Got it. And I mean when that is the mode, to be the great rejecters at the center of the world, to be the one that holds the ticket to all great outcomes...yeah, I get why my work pisses a group of irrational minds off, and with all that money. It's still a 2 fucks relation though, which maybe the incessant play of the youth gunning is there to change my mind. I should care. After all, I could be destroyed, which makes total sense. Dedicated myself to make a contribution. I made the contribution. Then, it's he needs to be punished. Sure he just wants to live life and paint at this point, but he makes us even more insecure. Let's fuck with him because we can. We are above the law. If the company says stop fucking with him operationally, we will just fuck with him as he works in his department impromptu to the point of complete agitation. Shit like that. By all means love, simply pick up some advanced math books and programming books, and by all means, come up with additions to informatic contribution, since you are such a big fucking deal. I mean sure the commercialist wouldn't exist without the innovative afford, but I mean with all that money, clearly you are the priority of youth worship, so gun starfish. Gun! Sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir....I'm used to it. Even if, I did, in fact make a key contribution in relation to my activities at the University of Edinburgh, with people who are likely to give a damn about what I did in relation to the interests we all share in. But when a starfish is on the rise...and we could all pretend you are hurt and you meant well...and yet when you did the whole New Orleans Antoines routine, of that industrious, loud, meet and greet that was too obvious, in addition to all the other bullshit I have had to absurdly endure...there comes a point in time, where it is going to be a bit more direct. So now the past 4 days or so, your loyal following is back at it again, with a need to converse with me, from the other side of the store, to those working at entirely different stores, just back by coincidence to touch base with that fake bullshit. You just can't stop can you. I mean, and it seems to me, you are of far more importance than even those over the pond. You can fuck with whoever you like, after all it's fuck you money over a proven track record of actual rigor...but when you can access my blog...oh yes you know my intelligence, and yet, in these fine official halls, yes, I have to take matters up to that strict level and I can...Then again, if you went to the University of Starfish, I mean that might be a prestigious institution as well. Do tell. And I don't need prestige, I just need a competitive environment in relation to my interests, and I got it, and when matters evolved into something where I realized at this point I am on my own...I did the thing and developed the informatic project. It's not anything with an intent to be final or even something that would be the ultimate method...it's the needed demonstration that a group needed and yet, I mean when a starfish has got to starfish. You just can't stop can you. I mean, when there's nothing better to do and you have free reign at me. Stack you loyal followers and gun...it's makes so much sense. After all industry didn't require any innovation at all. Oh no...it was just money bags and...I mean if it wasn't innovation...I mean airlines required inventions right? But seems like you can't accept that. Seems like we intend on asserting an alternative, like slavery, as being the source of financial success, rather than theft, of use or be used, no win-wins in your book, but that couldn't be at all, you are so...kind and caring. So were we in the fields picking airplane wings off the grond, refrigerated trucks fell from the trees, white out (punning), and various other modern-day marvels were shat out by the glorious assholes of an industrial class exclusively. Seems like the pauper innovating would be at issue among such irrational thoughts. Is that how it works. So maybe that's what you intend and mean. It never came from the innovators at all. In fact these innovators, too are slaves to the money holders. They belong in the fields, where if the industrial asshole who prefers to make up shit and believe whatever the fuck they please can have their day, then next time in history, kids it was the racist ass industrialist at the center with everyone in the field, of which if we all pretend and roll like their trusty frosted fakes, we too can make our way into a magical field, where all the magical innovation happens....of which sure, the money makes it all happen. No love. No passion. No enjoyment of rigor. and the innovation is magically commercial ready upon inception. The wright brothers trying to fly understood immediately with full social acceptance...it's just all so magical and effortless... Innovators driving innovation. Oh no, it's the fuck you money slave fucker with a magic whistle prancing through a field with the oompa fucking loompas, doing a innovation dance, that's right, a magical fucking mickey mouse dance and shit just falls from the fucking sky. So be a good slave today and just mindlessly gun for me loves. Just fucking gun for the one who does actual innovation. Let's send a message out to the world and the Edinburgh network what happens to the one who makes a contribution and strives toward innovation. If it's not lucrative and living for the lucrative life, fuck it. It's worthless. Let's show, at least among the pauper class, the end result, the unfortunate event, for the one who actually contributed. I could be wrong, but I will consider, when the networked bullshit is back at it again...just out and about, same people, who just happen to return as the same wave of faces, again, with the same topic of interest. 2 fucks. I'm just not into a starfish party. I like folks who hold to rigor and worked their way through official challenge, wherever the hell they are. They can buy a painting maybe and I don't know enjoy the finer things in life, even if I can't, because an insecure Starfish is free to fuck with any and all. If she can't gun in person, and she likes to do that as well, then just get the loyal smiling faces with crosses to again, just drop by and chat in such a strategic fucking manner.
I innovated. I contributed. Get over yourself fuck you money. You want, at least in relation to this pauper. It's not like even follow what that orientation of power means to families much more immportant than yours, but hey, I'm the pauper and you can do whatever the hell you please. We all see it. We know it. But by all means be clever and send your sycophants my way every change you get. Let' me play the exchange and observe the nonverbals...you are so clever aren't you. You all must feel so good among this piss party of pretending. I mean, there is the warmth a golden shower initially provides. I imagine for a youth desiring opportunities, coinage, it will enliven, but as everything grows cold..I mean it was a golden shower no. It was a light for a momentary lapse, and who is to bite the hand that feeds. Lame bullshit. You are not the light even if you reside in your light-filled mirror.
