The dark marshmellow film school

If something is in existence, then those characteristics of that thing are biased in favor of that thing. The characteristics of A only include those relevant to what A is. If there is more than the limit of A then it changes to B, and if there is less than the limit of A then it is a variation of A, such as A1. If the universe is everything, and everything is infinite, or U,  and these are interchangeable terms, and the most overused statement that the universe is expanding, or that U, infinity is expanding, then U = Everything at or below the limit of the characteristics of U. It doesn’t matter the growth or death of U, or what U is consisted of. The only thing that matters is when you say the words “rational” or “logical” or “truth” or “objective” or “without bias” or “impartial” or “the facts”, you are introducing either irony or a paradox because everything is subordinate to U and biased in favor of what U is. Being objective means to not care about what U is. Being rational is a symptom of thinking that an entity, such as yourself, is relevant and can clearly identify what other entities consist of. From my conclusions, I can consider not a single one of you as being worthy candidates for my second in command. I hope to see some improvements made in the future.

Of course I have lack of carpeting

Much more, like a lack of air to shape into paper. Not a virtual screen mind. A sheet where I put it down harder than that frozen apple. Because the culture of the person is made up of whether it is the pixels or the finger ink. It shouldn’t be “How to Write a Book,” more like “How to Make Type That is Dishonest and Pleasing to Read.” You want honesty? Go eat some grass if you want some honesty that you cannot eat grass. I can try to be honest but it may cost you a whole lot more than what it’s worth to pay for my presumptuous letters. I must redo my carpet on my own terms or it will tear at me and swallow me like my bones swallow my skin and swell up until I’m like a statue of red and white.

From the sinking

If there were a random generator, it would irritate me so much because of some stuff that words cannot even reach. If there were infinite food and infinite grammar how-tos, I would be so irritated that I wouldn’t bother typing up these bullshit black letters onto a url and having one person ten people one million people have access to it. I don’t even know what the fuck one million people looks like. The most people you can capture on a photo is probably less than one hundred thousand, and using a video maker is cheating. What do you need lipstick for? Three color shirts and loads of jackets and sweats and plain socks. All this money for diversification of catalog and different products is unnecessary and it pisses me off that you would actually buy these items every single day. And Freshly Pressed? IT’S NOT EVEN FRESH! There are posts that are months old, and most all of them are longer and have pictures as the post icon. And if you never tag and label your posts they won’t show up on the search feeds, which is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen. All of you want the world to be safe and neat and civilized. And WRITING? I can’t say what’s in my soul because you have expectations and you have an understanding with your friends that you protect each other in unsavory times? Most times I see this short person and this medium person and a large person, everything they do just makes me disintegrate. All of you take each piece of me and you never give it the fuck back. You have an infinite amount of space, bare blood you fill with my skin and my elbows cracking like ice. Don’t make me write something that isn’t even real.

Title4

A lot of money could be diverted from the coffee you drink to something else. I don’t drink coffee, so why should I be ok with you spending your money on it? I’m also irritated that you can roughly tell where I exist just from me typing on coffee. And english. And previous posts.

Light

It’s fake. I don’t even want to look at it. Too much effort put into it to make it what I don’t want it to be. It should be the most real, the thing that drives and collides with nothing, any part breaking off into my black fingers. Just wait a while, and then I’ll start to see it. That mesmerizing criticism. Those limited mouths talking light to the particles on the pixels. They’re all too small.

The Perfect Website

If you do not write anything, you will not be found. Ever. By the people who do not already know about your page. This is absolutely the best way to formulate a system.

A misunderstanding so big it…… dropped

A bigger question would be why you even thought you knew what’s up in the first place….. But then I would not be here typing on technology about something that is not real because if you talk about real things that means you care, and if you care that makes you oh so small, a little dot going from one place and saying something real important to another place to say something else important that captures the attention of your audience for ten seconds and then they go about saying how idiotic it is that you think you deserve their attention for more than ten seconds. Ridiculous, come back to the publishing house when you have something that makes sense and I’ll give you credit I’ll give you everything you’ve every wanted if you would just realize that no one wants to read you when all you do is say things that they don’t want to hear. Stop looking at your friends, and look at me, because your friends are you and you are what I hate and I want you to be different than who you are.

Reply to no one

The big names are all committing their eyes to the art form, the diction that is irrevocably irrelevant. Plain text is so much more powerful than fragile art, no matter how much you protest that the art is profound and is deep soul striking feelings from the bleeding ink. I do not want to hear it. The art is what comes after the money, the first coin, becoming what people care about as they become more entrenched in what is real in this world. That is why truth has no business being in front of me, because it thinks it can just care so much about every little thing that people can use to get their way. Do not go about existing with other people and giving them their support when called upon and then call it the way it is when you can slap their teeth out of their mouths and be jailed by them and have them say you deserve it. Because having them restrain you makes them good, honest, humble people….. And if you think you’re doing good by helping others when you think they need help, then you deserve to make money on your book telling everyone useless artistic prose and order and that your heart is bleeding out like a river into the abyss. I’m sure you’d like that.

Only for a moment

Moreover, that moment isn’t even worth a shred of manufactured metal. For all the judgements and heightened reflections in this world, time positions run away from me as fast as they can because they know I want to torture them beyond what they experienced in their last session during the last hour. You think you can just walk in and tell your peers that what they say about trash is acceptable and righteous? Are you going to argue your case before me that you are somehow allowed to differentiate and choose what you want and protect the things you hold in your heart? You know, I’m having quite a few doubts as to the sincerity of the help you give to me because of the way you think about trash. If I was trash, I don’t think you would be so helpful…..

Current Status: New Draft

If I was to write a book, it would be presumptuous to think I could write a book and to have it be something that you want to buy and read. In order to mitigate the damage done by my incorrect feelings, I will tell you right now that I am completely without expertise on anything you wish me to tell you about. This is because I am an expert at saying things that, to you, are worthless and not even real because you, unlike me, are a dignified person of class. I could go about pulling you back to the level that I think you are at, which of course is the correct action to take, but I find that I should have sympathy for you who wants to hold on so tight to things that make you feel good, which only consolidates my contempt for you. It is a bad investment for you to buy my book talking about how writers that use real life names and specific movements and relevant causes are worthless books because you actually buy and like what they argue and theorize about. It seems like I have no choice but to tell you that you are a wonderful person, for, is that not why you buy a book?