Heart is really going to be the thing that matters in a post-Ai world.
Dara Ladjevardian
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Ummm... That being addressed...
GOOD LUCK(have fun~)
& Gambatte, ne!!!
But~ chill. The point of this isn't competition. Not even with yourself. 1,667 words is a target. But if you've not ever been able to sit your ass down and write a paragraph without drawing blood or pulling out your fn hair in shame and/or disdain due to your own mess... maybe your goal would make more sense being...
"Write a page( paragraph) {sentence} <phrase> that I don't fn gouge my eyes out over and leave it the fuck alone. Don't touch it. Move! Next day, dammit! Breaaaathee! WALK the fuck Away!"
Everyday, for 30 days, ya know?
Play it by ear- you know the nature of the beast standing between you and writing if you really have it on your heart to write a book for real.
If you're only doing this to say you've written a book or out of envy towards one who does it for love? I mean~iii guess? Um... whatever floats your boat.
But it's not about you- At LEAST in Novel November. It's about what's wanting to claw out of you, conceptually.
Be ready to write, Be ready to learn...
The hermits are all happy, writerhead plans have been laid...one way or another...word count headway WILL be made~
Twas the night before All Saints, & all through the land...writerheads cram in all the pregame coaching they possibly can...
& Consumer-wise? In the past five years you've seen them start putting Retinol [ & vegan retinol* Bakuchoil] in everything. All the serums, the lotions, the body washes... They've known that what hit this woman was coming for everyone whose skin got addicted to this. It's literally TO harm you. Always has been. Willfully so. It's not "Yeah, but I use sunscreen." If it's in all the steps you're taxing your skin barrier to the point of no return, almost.
& there's so much you can internally to make you not have to resort to it. That they steer you clear of. Wait until you find out what is under the iceberg of hyaluronic acid.
They don't give a F*ck about anything other than making perpetual customers until the keel over.
...now what? Ween your skin off of it while you can.
Learning Curves are FUN!
Frankly, I'm rather surprised anything decent came out of the tropes at all. It's a trash premise.
The Angel's writerhead, a bit grumpy that it kinda worked, but sure it's gonna get cut...
As much as they mock "religion" and take advantage of those who believe in it... this greed is their religion and their "god" is failing in their faces.
The dude who built the Taj Mahal was a petty jealous fucktwat. His loyal general who routinely poured his life out for the fucktwat was happily married to her...and he had him killed because he thought she was too pretty for a guy of the general's caliber. He was the penultimate expression of guys being too stupid to see their boy they hold in the highest regard is their fn OPP.
But he was everybody's OPP.
She was the 4th wife added...of 8. Yep- kept hoeing. Thousands used in his harem too. & then...when she died in childbirth #14, the fucktwat forcibly married her sister. While constructing that fucking temple of Love.
& INDIA takes all the laurels for that spot, glossing over fn Mughals are fn Mongols. This is Genghis Khan's direct fricking bloodline showing out again.
But yeah, keep clamoring for those epic kinds of love. Modern human meditations on true love are un-researched and idiotic as fuck.
-The Angel, done.
"I had a chipmunk who lived beside my boholoveshack during a writerhead and art show season up in Taos a few years back. I am not a snake chick...and he used to kill all the garter snakes nearby.
I named him Wick because I'd only seen John Wick for the first time up on the mountain, three years after it'd come out( due to writer head porous prohibitions. #yallknow). & he'd had a preference for headshots. He was a madman, I loved him dearly. I used to pay him in walnuts, which were like gold coins to a lil chipmunk.
Nice to meet Tom. They would give each other professional courtesies, I'm sure.
|RE: a share about a squirrel named Tom who used to pelt dawgs on walks with orange peels after breakfast with a fellow writer. From 3 stories up. Pure Sniper Squirrel.|
Kathryn Bigelow just fucked me up. Again.
That bait & switch was genius.
I wonder how many have taken the GLP1 shot and have defensively touted the bonus effects of it easily manipulating the impulse control centers of their brains, making them not want to eat or drink at all... were also lovers of all the walking dead predictive programming of the past two decades... and have completely blotted out the whole "Brains! Braaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnns" yowling in the night zombie apocalypse motif thing.
I wonder how many people who call themselves Evangelicals take the GLP1 shot and don't see IT as a mark of the beast even though it's a literally a supposedly synthetic riff on the venom a Gila monster would inject it's prey with before consuming it.
...even though they're shaking their fists at the snake of all snakes in the pews on Sundays.
& it's a venom that...is eating up 2/3rds of their literal body mass. In real time.
I wonder how many people who railed against the vaccine, refused to mask up and were coughing all over everyone... folks who then buried the friends & family they watched die... are currently on GLp-1s. Which are made by the very same big Pharma they saw was trying to kill them.
Bao is already absently aware of my laidback teeth kink...So hush.
Explaining to people that every time they explode over his insanities in the streets as their official reaction instead of galvanizing folks to get to the ballot boxes in California[for instance] or to take those protests to the homes of the feckless congress members We the People should literally be running out of office...seems so simple.
The GOP farms that energy in their faces. He feeds off of it and uses it to empower the new quarter's atrocities.
But even though everyone is in the third quarter of the second term of just that happening the correlations are having to boomerang back around to hit them.
I may have just finally gleaned why, too.
But Meanwhile...
He...shut down the 5 around Camp Pendleton, sent Vance to toss his salad in front of Marines...and then hit Vance's security detail *mistakesies* with the bombs he demanded be shot across the hwy (in hopes of damaging Cali's main artery).
He literally tore down the east wing of the building that the whole world knows this country by, afterwards.
Yes, to build a stupid ballroom...but look deeper.
Is it going to take him going hunting for bald eagles for them to get it?
Lol- Maybe.
He does already have a bone to pick with one, if you can recall.
But maybe the point is no one can...due to how fast the crazy, surreal shit just keeps coming.
