the informatics art is the focus...the model is already in, but this is a lot of fun for me...and also playing with pop culture as symbolic expression an interest and inform...that play of synthesis...it reminds me of a deaprtment I desired from the University of Birmingham UK...It would have been my first choice, but oddly the department was gutted...so I'm trying to figure out how to...just make anything work...much like the performatives within a collegiate setting were used often, not as mere entertainment, but rather to deliver a form, involving both explicit and tacit development....and this is something I can do...which the symbolic impression among pop culture, in relation to running a model has been the most interesting test of all. I didn't think the model would be able to make much out of it, but the consistency measure did work it out. The tacit binder I wasn't so sure, but then the model, in relation to what I was saying, aligned nicely...of the very fact that still, even after years, informatic arts, among the needed storm, norm, form, in this day and age where it is to be Universal and Utopic, no longer free and open, to have this opportunity to play around with newer institutional design, when it is to be all done under the sune, even as that observably is a lie, it is clear...nothing shall open up....it isn't to be a free and open society, no democracy with corresponding behavior, just democracy as a veneer, like other democracies as a veneer who are pumping money into organizations of righteousness to gut out the basis of citizenry in this country in favor of subjectship, to embody for a cosmetic authority, to only exist on the basis of sentiment, like kindness and happiness, and as for the context, as for a meeting of the mind, as for the very basis of consistency, of reaosning insofar, out of a womb one did not create, bleeding just the same...break that mindful meeting, disengage, disengage....there is to be no greater good you see....that foundation for the greater good, that bound, faculties bounded, reasoning insofar, just as human as the next....no longer...no there is no greater good other than embodied performance deemed good or bad by a cosmetic authority, grounding the psychology into the instabilities of group sentiment, that inevitably falls, destablizing a society, as a group strives for victory...it's a real shit fuck show...but among these POP symbolic expressions, we've explored such themes many times over, and the purpose was to establish a model test...post tacit binder addition...it's pretty neat....it really does work even in those strangest of narrative forms....and I kind of don't want to stop in many ways because I am having a lot of fun with this. Videos and narrative performatives like the kritique play in collegiate debate...it's just a lot of good memories...and a lot of interesting flows....but the informatic arts has been established...and even the first book constantine's sword among this modeling, so time to transition...though I might come back to this again....for now though....on to a modeling site....will create soon....and there will be more fuckwitted chats among certain fuckwitted types who are too smart for their own good, and yet, who am I to them...I mean, I was assessed....did pretty fucking good when I needed too, and no, I'm not aiming to make the grade, like a fellow student, as we stood among the top 5 in our class in highschool, noting of some interesting behaviors in relation...doesn't seem like a good idea to make the grade all the time...think John Lennon a day in the life, among other songs involving the Beatles...of which Me and a certain other kindred one listend too and not for the nice sounding ditties...seems like sometimes there's a message among the face value symbols that dig in a little deeper if one even attempts to try...seems like few do....hmmm...I'm moving on
I care but among the fuckwitted shitshow shitfire extravaganza bonanza...I mean your mommy and your daddy might love you...you might give yourself and impromptu pass to being the k(no)wer, and yet, never upon that needed assessment, but your fast-track self-professed ambitions...it's odd to me...I wouldn't find hatred among any of this behavior...I can't even say I hate it. I'm simply astounded at the changes. Once upon a time, to even flinch in that direct, everyone would come out of the wood work to pistol whip a fuckwhit back into their avenue...if they are there to be THAT, then by all means, put in the effort and make the grade, and hopefully if one gets it, one will make the grade in a way that doesn't set them up for a type of success that isn't so...alive. I would simply say, in terms of the dirt empire, take from it only what you need. If you have a family, you'll need a bit more...if you are me, single, artist type, very very little is required...and as for this work among the rigors of process...yes for certain folks who are universal to all...this is simply a waste...of course, we've got it...if it is not in the mirror, if it's not celebrating the mirror, then it is a waste, for the universal, thinking is just too much, told you so....I can't fight your battle for you...and when one doesn't even follow that battle and one is invested in the very dirt empire that will abandon, think NIN HURT, even that...It's not going to be this ha ha told you so type of thing...it's a real shit stick....and most people don't pull out until they reach that death bed and it's a shock to the system...I'm not going to have any sense of gratification with that....it's evil....even while it's good for not...it's fucking evil...and the encouragements to keep it espresso machiato....to keep it too busy to even ponder that moment and maybe a need to switch some gears for something more balanced and tuning into something other than a glinting distortion that is soon to break away....these reinforcements...among this play with narrative, I do interact with these themes...these personalities dolled up, veiled, loving all, and yet, to consider...like Aesop Checkers...to catch on to the full-line play...no, it's not something good in any way, shape, or form, to me or to anyone else tracing out the process of behavior...not in the mirror...So one can prey...that's just that...I'm back downstairs, among the informatic arts (murdering the colonial murder disco ball), the non-literals, the paintings....that's what i mean, by this don't care anymore Pop symbolic impression.
