Asides

“An open #artheadletter from author & artist Angel Brynner |re: the GLOBALBOHO AGENDAS SUMMER SALE 2026.”

“THESE GLOBALBOHO AGENDAS ARE LITERAL WORKS OF ART THAT WE ARE CO-CREATING TOGETHER.

I’M JUST AN ARTHEAD THAT’S BEEN ASKED “HOW THE F DO YOU DO WHAT YOU DO?” & “WTF IS YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE TO PULL OFF XYZ?” …FOR over TWO DECADES.

I AM SHARING WITH YOU WHAT I HAD TO BUILD MYSELF OVER 30 YEARS TO DO ALL THIS HAPPILY CRAZY YET EFFECTIVE DESIGNHEAD, ARTHEAD & WRITERHEAD STUFF.

I AM PROVIDING YOU WITH my BASELINE FOR YOU TO DANCE YOUR HEART ACROSS. COLOR OUTSIDE THE LINES. BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA THESE BAD BOYS. YOU’LL SEE IT’S LITERALLY IN THE INSTRUCTIONS. HAVE THE EGGS TO FULLY DO IT.

…& GIVE THE KIND OF GRACE FOR ANY TYPOS , ODD SPACES OR SQUIGGLY LINES THAT YOU’D LIKE TO BE SHOWN IN YOUR LIFE. THEY WERE LEFT IN ON PURPOSE. AS A TEST FOR US BOTH. & IT WAS HARD AS FUCK TO DO AS A VIRGO. I DID IT OUTTA LOVE.

& IF YOU ARE GONNA POST SOCIAL MEDIA STUFF OF YOUR ASSES DOING THE WORK (BECAUSE YALL LOVE ME TOO 🙂 ), ONLY SHOW ME MY BABIES BEING GLORIOUSLY MANHANDLED AS YOU NAIL DOWN WHO YOU’RE DECIDING TO BE VIA THEM. THE SCRATCH OUTS, THE COURSE-CORRECTS, THE DETOURS, THE ‘wtf was I fn thinking??’S – I MEAN IT. BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF THESE AGENDAS FIXING YOUR SHIT. PAY ME MY” BUT Did you die???” TRIBUTE!! LOL.

IF YOU WANT ME TO SHOW OFF YOU SHOWING LOVE FOR THE PROCESS… Tag me @angelbrynner everywhere I actually am in all that SM stuff, OR email’em in to “okibeatupyourGBAGENDAFINDINGME@KOKOPELLIMAPRESS.COM ”

(…& if you send it in, it is permission to showcase it. & #nobacksies. As usual. It’s ART.)

YOUR “NEW YEAR” STARTS NOW.”

LOVE, ANGEL BRYNNER

“I don’t know what else to do😟~” Will Ferrell says as a roomfull of liberal chicks clap and coo at him supportively.

Here’s an idea! You’re worth fucking $160MILLION fucking dollars, dude! How about…posse up with some of your also sooo upset about how things are these days Also fucking millionaire bros and man the fuck up?!

For fucks sake! Put on a show, invite all the camera-whoring treasonous politicians you guys know would kill to be front row for this very special VIP event… lock them in and comically threaten to burn the place to the ground until you “good guys” get some fucking concessions that’ll benefit us all! Laugh it off and then pop one of them by surprise just to let them know you’re serious or something?

Is that too extreme a movie logline to flesh out ?? Have ya seen the crazy already afoot? Ain’t the dude leading the Ukrainian war a fn comic who said “Fuck this dictator shit?” Didn’t ya play cowboys and Indians before it was politically incorrect?

You don’t know what to do? Don’t you have a production company? The fuck is wrong with yall?

It’s not the banging as the world burns aspect. Fuck like coiled dick ducks for all I care. But even dudes I dig are espousing this … INSTEAD.

Yall know i f ureaking love this guy’s work, too. But i wanted to nut punch him so badly after this.

Calling for the women to rise up and rule is low hanging fruit at liberal shindigs.

It’s so much deeper than you being unable to even “see” a true goddess.

When you refuse to do the work dude was talking about yet keep demanding “your goddess” of the cosmos…

You get the corrupted “Goddess energy” to match what you’ve arrogantly made yourself the God of in your egoistic kingdom, too.

If you are splashing the person who is sunbathing beside the pool, you’re not having fucking fun in the pool.

SHAN, dropping “leeeemeeeeahhhroooone to do my arthead shit my way, without your 🌽 ass trying to fuck with my shit” bars.

…& that was the thing. It wasn’t ‘oh, she’s a boy’ because I wasn’t. They accepted me as …Storm lol. Which meant i could indulge in my…violent proclivities without them being aghast. & he-PBB, like ioneveno if he had big sisters but he was as “Oh!I hit girls 😏” as my crazy ass was “Go head! Tell my daddy! Come at me, bro!I caint go home if iont win!😅”

He was one of the ones who found me after 20yrs of my mother blocking them from me. I thank God for platonic for real guy friends to this day over those artboyz.

& he’d 100% get my predilection for that guy. He’d stand beside me arms crossed, smirking all “😏 yew caint take him… he’d fling you across the – wipe that sick grin off yer-geez…you wanna die… he Literally does that as his- he’s a professional…but I did overhear him say…yo momma~😛”

There was a boy I went to school with. One of my artboyz. Purely platonic. We were each others… well basically He was one of the eyes to eyes ( same height) that got a kick outta trying my maddening ass just because he knew it’d be WAR and we’d be sneak attack- shoving each other for days over physical insurrection. Hindsight? After 9th grade we majors didn’t have gym lol. I think he was keeping us spry 😆.

He made it into Elysum as PBB. . .”Pretty Boy Body”🤣because the platonic consensus was he had the best boy body in school, hands down. He was happily insane. But I owed my sprints being fire to him. & my tackles. The halls would become the Serengeti playing hood tag with him. We had to take stairs outta the field(3 story building) so nobody’d die.

This guy’s frame reminds me of the home elbowing him in the neck was. Except HE could kick my ass lol. Allegedly. I’d probably be letting him tho😏

You can know someone by who they like. Just like who they ‘don’t like or support is a tell too. 🤷🏻. You don’t have to get why they like them, the ins & outs. Just THAT they do. Shi Heng Yi has been like “that’s what I’m talking bout “since February 2020, during the lead-in to covid. Dropping bars.

I even hurt myself following his training. In 2021. Mah first sports injury lol. He is so good…it never crossed my mind to not continue.

That was paradigm shifting for me.

This is the longest I’ve gone not qigonging since before covid. Couple months. He starts pelting me with bars when it’s time to get back on it.

eh. It’s almost 1am in the middle of the 50th year of my life, my charge has kept me up the brunt of the last 96 hours, and that’s what I look like, raw. Frankly? I know that’d be fn impressive at 35, let alone fiddy lol. I’m good. It’s all good.

Fuck it- it’s fucking glorious, got dammit.

😜 grace of God.

I’ll share one:

If I’d known better when I got clotheslined by Ray Bradbury’s The Veldt at age ten, I would’ve leaned into being an author, sooner. He said he’d carried those lions with him since the age of ten when I finally looked into it. I even wrote a book in fifth grade. About some crazed princess. Vaguely recall it. But clear as day I see the drawing of her being victorious at the end of it. It was standard “draw princess” style. I think that is where all that( and the standard puppy stuff) stopped.