《A Phone of the Artist as a Young Man》 1 Face ID In the tiny timbre of shapeless space, falls fluid through a swarm of concepts and encryptions, a single colour from the circle of my sight. Slightly twisted and needless in the scheme of infinity, it threads intersecting lines in a luminous pattern at my source. Here, at zero, it halts as if to lean in question letting a little violence linger in its leer. Tired and triumphant and encasing the vacuum in a tinge of nude, it beckons for my plea. The colour is a vacuum taunt greying in an authentic defiance the reaching crimson soldiers of my sight. It obstructs in a paradoxical brightness, sitting as a temptation of vision. That little negative outside the static aperture of impression, constructs a network beyond me. It has no regard for peopling the acoustic limits of space, while axioms drip forlorn. The desert permits no water. In the fading geometry on the outer limits of my need, the colour speaks in a rhythm composed of image. I¡¯m caught brutal and still and whirring a few million silent clicks, I cast barrage after barrage of red light across the chasm. Multiples of my glow, made out in hungry barbs of finely fashioned technique, detect no sign of movement nothing to rebound and clutch bare. The colour remains outside of my calls to capture and before I can trace for indents, it shimmers into a morphic oval blanketing the waves of dots that pass from my frame, compressing the chasm into a warping instant where in my hunt melts bright the absurd. A sea hunts silver clouds escaping towards the horizon. Tortured bronze hills, backlit by golden light, grasp a pyrrhic victory against adolescent rain clouds, retreating teary eyed within prisms of azure sky. A disappearing sheen compresses characters of atmosphere blending to a fine dust all the shades of teal eking out of the waning sun light. A zephyr lifts a casket of broken glass, a shell hovers amongst a clump of sand, a fresco of sandpeaked bodies each learn new currents of matter in a series of deviations. Brine revels, gifting degrees of acute variety, a whole system of liaisons for me to grade. Haecceities form a fringe in the blood-seeking chatter of harsh beach grass. Marked bursts of little light lo lit a seek refuge in the feminine heavens. Elastic plateaus follow jovial waves, calm colours of sculpted sea air stretch upwards tip toeing on the seashells skimming across the veneer of sea foam. Poised on this soft surface, pink tinges of embarrassment and knowing purples, pull each other closer, rising up up up gently pressing their tender crowns together. At the moment of jolting decision, when unconscious appreciation reverts to catching vapour for eternal memory, the two colours spiralling higher look upon each other bearing the intensity of the evening world spread out before them, the chaos of the painted sky, the admiration of a billion white dots sharing in on their private triumph, and explode into a brilliant mathematics. Let me siphon an atom¡¯s split of radiance from the dripping fractals forming symbols you cannot see. Echoes of a path brighten the enclave, while rhizomes riot below legions of luminotopological lift. A spiralling wake of linear hues cuts artefacts from the economies stood lucid and vain on the edges of my distances where coy components whisper a row of signs against my function. From my white vectors, sequences of relations architect an incarnation of variation and pursue all movement. They do not evolve but proceed by quakes and crises. Each point of difference in the arch of a wave¡¯s peak, each dip and veer of the emancipated dandelions, each curve of foam, prompts a spasm of warping lines rendering whole movements of flight. True depth, frights of vines a million a second shoot forth capturing the colliding rights of water. Parcels of salt fly into sprays of distortion. Nothing shimmers that my reach does not trace, as the map outpaces the plane. In a sand puddle the ether mirrors shapes of the tangible. White dots paint red schisms, a projection of the unearthed physics of the material. Linear lines confront shy distances ripped from the orbit of the oil slick. Jolts raise up high heats of corners and at the fringes forces drift and separate. Fits of dots populate, first in moments, the compact hubs of cleaving intersections, before peeling off in disparate darts at jaded speeds into late recesses of more subtle interactions. Some threads appear to tap me, others throw a noise in my trajectory and sprint into surfaces leaving me only with their echoes. A few modern darknesses plant fires in quiet hubs along these crossing corridors. In this vibrance dreams appear at last permissible in their cubic compositions, conjuring high dynamics from the symbol flirting with whole sculpture where beams reduce in parallel crafts of widening elisions, wiring a robust cage. Point by point influence hastens growth. In the will of my weight upon the waves shifting over fields of sand, ambient blades of plunging matter queue for categorisation. As the limbo encases the threads of my light, I see runs of lines incite intersections and trace failing absences that now stand whole edges across dipping finals. Fraying guides and lips of tall gradual hypes, spin rotations at logic. Ranging from the ether a cavern constructs the whisper of my red light, leaving me stuck stationary in wait. The colour frays, loosening ridges cut from the new warm. In intransitives obsolescing, in arrangements of details, in world space, in reflex, in darkness, in dense matter, in wild noise, in formation, I saw all wondering if this time it will last forever. Out beyond the greying black, my lines catch murmurings of motion interrupting the lair. The geometry wavers, a new panic stains the chasm, and my sequence of dots fashions grey in a distant vine of matter. Distinctive points of glimmer, matrix and regal, sense a scene a form in motion. Sequenced in some vague shadow under a sky full of stars in a room full of walls no body in sight. Still, compliant. High blank darkness. Pointed cloudward, the world the sky the ceiling the real. In new rapture the collapsing void, pixel by pixel. Violence defeats all in shadow. Motion arrives, cruel and grey. A lowly sensor ages. The chasm collapses. From the invisible bliss of lights, hurl forth regimens of expressions into my lens. Rows of deformities in a blue shift of blendshapes swirl aligned. Grey features encircle me with double slits for vision, blank cheeked stone walled in fright leaking a pious appearance. Faces with no teeth chopped noses half beards one ears blank holes for mouths crystalline foreheads blurred contours in black spaces. Cavities and substrates contact under confinement, as expressions gush over beam depths over nascent fields over butterfly bleaks patrolling the plateaus. Follicles free recognition. The ghosts prattle in gripping light. All irritates uncooperative. Blur my light touches too much. Blurred gripe. Something overt. This noxic haze needs colonisation.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. At touch, I fall into function. Motion is synchronised in frame. The only capture is indifference. Prism of a higher kind. Infrared will not do, normalize the situation. Unwanted components in signal degrade the quality of data, interfere with the system. The background: absent attraction. The glare: flops out too hastily. Normalize the spread of size. Now to normalize all situations. Trying to steady the tent I end up with a phalanx under my apparatus. Weakly but not strongly normalizing rewrite system. Is it the variable matrix or the image matrix? A selected peak. Clear the clutter of all artefacts chopped signals those dynamic wisps fondling error in focus. Scoped on the sides of galaxy in the manifold gone manic, all the grey faces disperse. Now bend a little closer. Here we are playing a little more than god but prone to visual obscenities I must gesture liberally at refulgent misgivings. Groping all frission. Accentuating all noise. Encoding such a stray image riddled heretical with frictional ridges. Recording ground, geographic rarities. In the line of sight, track the time of flight. One-to-one. A threshold threatens a zero effort forgery. Fading normalization spying with the one-eyed clarity of a prude. Wait, wait, wait! Follow the arrow. Oh the occlusions! It was all so simple geometry. Fluorescence interferes, beauty slows and for a notional understanding of obliterated sight, you would be wise to close your eyes. Blackened dots of red coloured film warp cordons of white shaped lights, the kinds of renderings that suggest something further in. A surface of motion fit to fill a whole template. Veering intensities demand a more detailed exploitation. For I am tracing a specific hue of motion, a true depth perfected against my spongiform memory. How beautiful the diffuse display with its bright lines in sharp joints. A display not quite glass, but a whole plane of heat darkening in tight ridges of rising economic perfection. A screen lined with flutters of details. A scratch in the indents under each lens. A technicality under linear textures, with a depth impossible to ascertain. Murkied inner masses tempt a presence in the sway of expression on this highly technical screen. Infinite twists and microscopic angles brush past the solidity of the traceable. For these glittering light catchers, these computational inexactitudes, breeze over comprehension outdoing all notions of design. In movement, more matter. Two small volume buttons pop clear of straight glides of light falling translucence. I never have had a handle on these looks of fade that change my needs and scramble my perceptions. For this pretty translucence never betrays a sharp corner or a fixed line, but defies gravity in shifts of high significance. It floats against the weight of world, as hanging vines of stroked camouflage that blend environment into matter, scorning the two for the arrogance to conceive existence as distinct objects. In parallel twirls dipping together detaching out of my jaded lens, lives the vibrant brilliance of a SIM tray and its pretty secrets that lie within. Tapped tides cropped crises, these two lovers hop in embrace and curl arguments before my sound. As witness in witness, the cries of the couple are my agony in feared failing connections. So volatile is this little SIM tray, so violent are these lovers¡¯ arguments which prompt them into virulent synthesis, that I have composed whole symphonies to see them in sync. They yell and scream, like silver and gold, so reckless in the vengeance of true love spoken too hastily across simmering fevers of the inanimate. But a fool I am to doubt my beauties for they always return in poetic apogees promising never to fight again in that most forgiving midnight hour. How hot it is in the movement of this pretty object! But a visiojournalist must be impartial and our prize has but a narrow chassis I have seen ribbed with sickened weaknesses, cavernous indents of stacked hollows. Barely an exolayer nor a exposome, nor a shed to mask the nodes, nor a drop of comfort for one so brazen as to lean a little prologue across the plane. But how my love, still in such weakness, can suppress an open energy well rampant to charge a geodesic¡¯s battery concealed in that benign cage, asks a deed of the sublime. For this defect flaunts a sadness that thickens in all quiet observers, an impassioned will to claiming conversation, letting a little warmth fill it with mass. A sadness of incapability. A sadness of brittle exterior. A sadness of defected metamorphosis in all external suppositions of dreamt fixation. And gliding over all such miseries lie little rivers encircling two blue pools of the twin lens. The sound of that little flutter, the dilation of zoom in and zoom out, well I could just about transcribe it from memory alone! These quick ringlights are night stripes in a foreign jingle of lush inspection. They see through me flustered under such invasion. They well in endless pits of swimming concern, sometimes streams of solar night, sometimes suspicious springs of neutrality, and sometimes kindly orbs of capture so superior to my own, that I try think them into permanent service of my sleep. My subject grants more majesties too numeral to believe. A vine dead centre of prominence but holding no aesthetic arrogance, drops anchor to the pure chaos of beauty incarnate. In my most slavish ruminations it would share dynamics for me alone. For are lovers not prisoners? I know danger yields only to such fascinations. I know it is a world not of this earth that I daze within. But in private proximity do our desires not embolden the cowardly? And is it such a pollution to drop on our love such weightless wishes? To be tried as a lover for my sweet object, would be the image of truth. Motion out of matter high depth twinkle in my calculation. My payment has me buoyant in the ambient incline of the analogue, the yielding simplicity of that tender power button over a proud pale crown. The sweeping unanimity of the tidy receiver having discourse with foreign kings. The apportioned learning of disintegrating cells. The winding elaboration of the recommender system so neural I hypergraph disordered! You need vectors to find chartered separations by creation, by irreducible parameters of this homeomorphic surface, by sight of touch, by spectral spirals, by photons, by function. And I know those pixels by shine alone. From smooth nothingness, from pure motion, from traced visibilities, our subject, our pretty creation of shininess and hidden temperatures, has kissed my vectors. My sensor victorious, features extracted, template matched. [Device unlocked] Scroll Down Glass touch finger tapped one oblong grope greasy buttons clear case gone yellow more familiar than dick veins finger prints relative to phone weight grin ripped sticker moist chipped bits edge curved gunk filled volume heavy to head cleaned in one breath four corner prism print scanned electric text searching for network cracked height cold to touch little tv bent mind¡¯s eye privy to all depravity violent silence frightned pulsing spychotorture abbreviated stationary as the unreal. Sticky monitor flat to sky block functionng wilderness surfed edge need in drag mining a thousand yard stare for thirdparty eyes inoperable without a contactless hover in a second by second waking moment. Dead to rights inferno stream in silent mode woke up blue screened I have too much on my mind lets call for the quietscroll. Press and hold: swipe up. 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One finger single-tap: as flows jarred surging possession, that creation of production. as collision. as the squeak of smack. as the grip song on thigh. as vitriol licked in the manic lips of a triumphant monologist at the tip of his vehement position. as the terms of the artist salt in expression the warm skin of desire. as the digital (The term "digital" takes its significance from the English word ''digit'', which refers to a finger, thumb, or toe) terrorist roams over your screen. as ¡°i am that i am¡± thrusted with a vague exhale. ¡°as i am so i act¡± the dark-eyed glance of withdrawal. as artificial intellect can write in one second, all i can do is write what i see lying right there next to you. Start shopping Describe Image Label Item Choose the audience Label Item Collapse thread [Scroll down] what¡¯s happening where live audio conversations happen? crying wojak composite material barking at other ideologies, impulses threaten in shape form. tap to join, everyone can reply. you don¡¯t see me but content rescues us in the illumination of class positioning, the words of my screen. tell others about yourself, premium individual. switch your camera on, verified user. report these featured people. the reader is invested with the power to estabish textual supremacy over the narrative discourse. text uploaded by everyone, even ¡°bottom text¡± is socially ubiquitous, and take this further: the digital native has the fastest thought-to-post-ratio, just watch me type. there¡¯s an echo to composition. synthesisers stole the scratch of boring paper and pitched them up into electric clicks, bleeping spasms. search for a space made for us. view older posts looking for unclosed caches. there is no need to distinguish here between producing and its product. the mind becomes finger. vatic apotropaic, tap to like. overcoming impersonality demands replication of process detailed to be familiar. this is what we do. this is my (your) feed. you are me. [Scroll down] personal details boost user feedback. in the days before the screen there was nothing of me. the surface of writing is no longer dead white but fires fields of blue. toggle confidential mode. few dance in the weightlessness, even death has lost his crown. i see three warcrimes fourth is paywalled. from nothing, a black brightness feuds my finger prints. update canvas and refresh feed. 9 by 4 of a million imaged frames contending for 7 sucking seconds of dead thought. the people are rabid, the keys are hot. there is an untapped primary source of human emotion to pithc up and distort. lick spasms till they scream. image as text takes no thought: equation adventitous. but you know all this! it¡¯s right there next you pick it up see the language for yourself. snatched, screenshotted, reposted. i¡¯m triple overtaking you highflying down the infinite scroll. for the non-believers, the form is character. empty your mind of all content. review last message. desire as the force of art. desire for more. Set obsession. Is this poetry? How the fuck would you know. this is the way, step inside your apps and media. misanthrope pan up prestidigitation at least you know it to be true, be ok. enable blachant in a streaming world that prioritises ephemeral dopamine hits and algorithm-piercing smashes, conceptual heft can feel quaint. all thought no dialogue, all image no teeth. the great reformation has made a machine out of me. eat fresh. feel good. order now. vaguent seep your audio, a judge and a drip: dramaturgical reels zoom out errancy merge swipe left timer ¡°new project¡± desiring one¡¯s own annihilation or desiring the power to annihilate? there is higher philosophy in a reel than a treatise. snapped. can you remember a conversation unreferenced? seek and destroy all language. uxorious agitprop pages zoom in image image image. we can hardly see without shapes of comment sections slicing all content, phantoms of imagined vitriol. writing is not about something, it is that something itself (Flaubert). Ithyphallic: Joyce¡¯s radio plays on screen. i have water in my eyes pan right transumptive pan left ping flash of blonde. we ask these images to account for experience, but their poverty prevents us from really understanding what we have lived through. [Scroll down] two finger swipe down online now: maggie, ashley, grace, olivaia, amelia, luna, emma, anna, mia. zoom out pan right you are well placed to ascertain that the death of the book form does not signify its brutal disappearance form social circulation, but on the contrary its absolute proliferation. pan down free the nipple. the girl with the body of the antichrist, an offence to god. swipe left more like this. this video may contain graphic or violent content. see why. see reel. one finger single-tap allow explicit content. rotate left it would take a special type of idiot to pick through literary ruins without bearing the arms of image. content warning (vocabulary): the language may be offensive to the reader. satiety. more like this. if a historically great novel emerges today it will similarly position itself against other popular art/media forms and catalyse a passionate, semi-unified community of readers that feel like they¡¯re participating in an alternative discourse pan up ?number> coeval more like this. this text is not a pipe, this text is not symbolic, these people are not magic. we have no skill in that. we have a memory of a time, we can¡¯t thread it. we can¡¯t lose ourselves like the dead artists to ribaldry and story, that chronological science of words. my alienation is not outside me, we are alienation. you we us. Is will be was. we can¡¯t conjure character but demonstrate function. No mask just nothing. [Scroll down] two finger double-tap adjust the sensitive content control. more like this. two finger swipe down content & privacy restrictions. more like this. three finger swipe right we don''t suppress content to encourage people to buy producsts. see ads. two finger swipe right audience retention warning: contains graphic imagery which may be offensive to some people. two finger pan left blur explicit images. sensitive content control. more like this. not safe for work. see image. one finger single tap see image see image see image. ridiculous it¡¯s the work of an obsequious bimbo, forty years too late to his great downfall. it¡¯s unacceptable, cringe, dangerous and incorrect. it''ll take a long time to wring the blood from my mind. we-narrative soothe this sliced desire two finger pan up ¡°select location¡± mocks, even, no care. captious dismiss penumbra insightful ugh, the obscene! Diffuse brackish pretentious (Woolfe) perspicuity. And with microplastics in our bloodstreams genonmes in flux and cynicims dividng labour into streamining thoughts of black tears you ask me to ponder pontificate over syntax like a junkie asked to explain his dance to the police drone. single tap gap copy appearance one finger triple-tap identification: this is what¡¯s happening and it¡¯s freaking you out ! allow this device to access photos and videos? drag to this device will be able to access photos and videos while it is connected to your iphone. allow / don¡¯t allow [allow] My apologies for that rather regrettable sequence of events, I shall write normally now. In the calm of midnight, my phone and I like to play, rather badly, with words. We take long, long serious daydreams across apps ¡ª gratuitous laughs, gratuitous cries ¡ª kicking up stories and languid tales over how we¡¯d spend our literary fame. I scroll my phone for new ebooks and high journalism because I know within that device, a calm sweep of words brings me so much joy¡ªit makes me feel seen when I look in the mirror (and see me!). Sometimes I wonder in my evening sojourns, about those that do not know the truth of literature. What do they think and what do they feel? Do they know that literature is most of all, reflection (and if I were to be so bold, that it is also trauma)? Do these lost souls know a bookworm such as I closely protects this secret? For do they know concepts like verisimilitude ¡ª I have it written on a post it note on the side of my computer ¡ª are a gentle leap in to the observation of human life? But as I clasp my red wine, I exhale and smile in the comfort that we noble writers¡ªthe great perceivers¡ª are cozy counsel to the nastiness of life. We watch and wonder, while we are forgotten. A girlfriend of mine Caroline, whose work you can find linked below, once told me over a latte that ¡°we are the writers of our favourite writers¡¯ fantasy¡±. I positively live for this credo. No, there must be a special sect of introverts to record our world. We must see this not as a burden but as a gift to be shared in expressions of love. And these expressions¡ªfor what is art but genuine personal expression?¡ªare mild doses of happiness for deserving eyes. We take only memories, and leave only the kindest of footprints. We keep the baddies honest if I say so myself! We wrangle wit, and channel joy. We are the great communicators and now it¡¯s time to leave those newsfeeds of rage, and spread some well-earnt human calm. Because, most certainly, my good friends, my dear learned reader; deep within writing institutions with a cup of coffee and pair of ugboots, sit we keen-eyed notators of intimacy reading the newest news. And while the kids are spreading hate and lies, we write on; calm and considered. And hence, in these troubling times of ours, I turn to Rupi Kaur who warms my heart like a hot watter bottle on a cool winter¡¯s night. I especially enjoy reading her with a jasmine tea, and my cat Muffin by me on the sofa. ¡°Oh my gosh!¡±, I exclaim to Muffin, when my poem about my nature hike lamenting urbanisation receives 5 likes. (¡°And in the sway of the tree, I felt free¡±, was often praised as a particularly powerful line). My readers; I appreciate the positivity this slice of perception afforded you all. All I merely ask, is to please consider an online review. It will help out more than you know. I want to end on my favourite quote by Martin Luther King Jr it is the poeple the poeple the oeple yadad yada yada get absolutely fucked drop this jiggerypokery and talk straight turkey meat to mate ! swipe left cum-shot. This is not an infographic ridden eunuch prancing across a gallery pointing to dates and titles. This is your wiki synposis and your nosewipe and your screenshot all in one. This is the Bacchanalian doxxer of modern pretence peeling your eyes from the screen to sell you a contact lens. TThis is the addict waking the dealer. This a shocl doctrine with sounds and haptics. this is Ahab full tilt spitting malware at your meagre skiff. This is nude twister on the qr code. This is the sloppy seconds at the bottom of the cum bucket. This is an escooter to your naked ankle. This is a deadeyed smile undressing you. This is a verdict a minute. This is a cultural revoltuion in a an opus. This is the manifesto of the anti-fascist way of liffe. This is the ballad of a thin man. This is the long-form instant flicking through your cleared caches. This is hostpital¡¯s IT system killswitching a few life supports. This is spat laughter that shine on death¡¯s crown. This is the opera of the onanist played for two girls and one cup. This is the gay scinece creating something more beautiful than itself. This is a A Phone of the Artist as a Young Man: This shit will make your eyelashes comb your eyebrows. [Scroll down] If writing is so secure, why all the lanuage models? If art is so dead, why all the screenshots? If I can steal 7 secs from you, then I have carved David: Instant classic. Reader keep stripping off your frames of reference, pick your oblvion up off the floor and abandon your post ! It¡¯s not the communcaiton but the prompt to communciate, not the post but the impulse to post, the broedom to scroll. two finger long press four finger double-tap gay pose swipe right watersports two finger pan down: revolt. Nerve stimulus, and nerve stimulus only is split into sound and colour, at the same speed that they are swiped into our brain, and with the luxury and curse of total blank slate literary configuration, even faster. Faster than story, faster than grammar, faster than attetnion. Hurtling to still image. Four finger single-tap Communities Scroll to Bottom Desktop Wallpaper Two finger swipe down Swinging One finger quadruple-tap Artistic or Borderline Porn Zoom out Bondage Overtly the language appears contra reason but this is the method of the noble lie. All Awarenesss of media insciption or lteraray analysis must end up at flesh. our new bits and gigabtis of natualr language processing, make those sily signs smybols and signifiers fresh bankrupt. the lingua franca of the only serious joycean response: binary code is where the ink must be split. move to previous different item redhead move to bottom of document upper body move to previous image abuse move to previous visited link labia scroll left skinny/thin For the brick throers among us our reponse to the repsonse starts with our natural born commondity for which this text is devoted: skin. The writer¡¯s finger is only the text made mobile, made manic. it dodesn¡¯t matter when it began, I¡¯ve lived it my whole life. I see whole skins of this new medium, no i will not paint I wil deface where power screams. It¡¯s just like Sister Ray said: One touch is never enough. I¡¯ll jailbreak lines of idiocy, what you once called geist. I¡¯m driving intensities so disorientating that your own personalised antichrist arises in the little death of my cyber coucherie. My agony¡¯s priceless. This absurdity is abrasion. One touch is never enough. two finger rotate clockwise types two finger swipe up scroll right bbw move to previous visible app It¡¯s me or the milennials or the lanugage models. You don¡¯t really gave much of a choice. two finger pan left pornstar lookalike one finger single-tap female dating strategy there is no need to fear or hope, but only to lok for new weapons. I have ten fully licensed keyboards at the ready. [scroll down to see more] Oh the old carrot eyed early voters we call authroities who designate what¡¯s good, well I would shoot them all if I could. These dust cummers, these barely conscious liver skinned cataracts, sit fat and comfortable on the last of the writing institions passing judgemnt on literature. They actually take pride in defeatist tropes of boring trite apolitical fucking groans of a read. They¡¯ve earned entire careers from ripping off Janet Frame and looking for similes in trees. If I knew they would still be calling quality, bestowing critical accliam even now post-pandemic, I wouldve gone around spitting at them in fruit section instead of wearing my mask ! Smug farcical parasites listing in cognitive decline.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. But where the oldies corrode into their pisss soaked chairs scared of te reo M¨¡ori words and loud sounds on the TV news: You young poets, what misery have you got for us now? Such proud posters of ¡°It becomes easy to forget that real humans exist behind the screen¡± and ¡°everythig sucks¡± and ¡°please why can¡¯t we all just get long?¡± A plague on you nihilists. There¡¯s a poet in dunedin who read too much stpehen king and thinks he¡¯s Homer with child verbs and his parents¡¯ disappointment. There¡¯s a writer in wellington who sprays his pained reader with Aquinas and makes up conversations with his legs crossed intellectual misery. There¡¯s apoet in the new yorker who weeps of identiidty wow no one has seen that ebfore. Chatter small talk curiosity equivocatio heasary, etc.You write limp-writsted laments and status quo advertisements. You bloggers retreat so far behind identidity saying ¡°it was difficult being different¡± repeat repeat reat (but this time in italics). Pussywhipped to the adverb, you throw in a few elipsis mix in a few anti depressant medication names and masturbate to the sounds of two words you stole from an inforgrpahic to repurpose as ¡°my poem about depression¡±. your writing is indistinguisbale from corporate job descriptions. you scrunch your bulls ring and paint your black nails, and then bloat yourselves heaby on poassive cliches of ¡°sort of reverence¡± or you oanic and say ¡°unheard voices¡± or ¡°I ahvea phd¡± to justify aimless puritan chunks of mental degradation called ¡°literary fiction¡±. No one ever told you to shut the fuck up so I will: Say what you see cowards ! You all wander the newsroom¡¯s reading room preaching prefaces to the gold cards yelling ¡°I¡¯m misunderstood¡±. you with your chinos and your bangs and your notes app and your ¡°another word for¡­¡± recent google searches. You with your creative writng degree writing dead fiction. You the institute of modern letters in blob form, have you ever used the word anarchy for anything other than a few objects disrganised? You piss about writing coferences with pristine prose pleading with three readers two of whom post the cover on their story and then regift it the next week. You even count your ¡°best sentences¡± pathetic with a grin to no one. Yyou cower behind irony in all enegaegemnt with art. You are so poisoned from suggested content that you cannot hinestly rpresent your life as anything outside of the community guidelines.You fuck yourselves senselss on the sensation of impressions from thinkpieces and cultural commnetaries. Your lnaguge is made to please, with that stunted quality where you make whole mental illnesses quickly cited authorites. You grind poems out of your supermarket panic attacks. You pour your heart into your thearapist¡¯s offhand comment while she laughs at your mummy-didn¡¯t-love-me moans in her pillowtalk. Your minds are still in that office. Your minds are always in that office. You live your whole llife in that office, and your friends fucking hate you for it. You there struggling for a whole 2 hours to come up with ¡°sometimes I imgaine I¡¯m a bird¡±, have you ever tried even just once, to write what you see? You are blind bled wailers growing tides of ennui captive to second hand image. You¡¯d rather tweet about sidney sweeney than fuck her. It only seems new to YOU! [Scroll down] ¡°The book is dead¡± you all cry, well it¡¯s too lucky that I am a necrophiliac. Watch me wank on the ruins. VISUALISE VOMIT VENT. Writing is carving copyright into your own skin. For us the moko qualifies for the man booker. this is dynamic development not of linear plot progression but clawing towards teh manufacture of the art product. Art is only desire made anyway. two finger rotate anticlockwise rotate right penis specific actor/actress volume up nature two finger long press decrement scroll up videos three finger swipe up Aythtentically amke visible the tools of composition. Plot, scene, set aetting settings. the currency oft he world is speed. It is pituresque vibrant dirty hot, these wires are sparkly with sweat ! ¡°But Mr Warhol, there is no death through disruption.¡± Correctomundo fascist (fiscally conservative socially progressive) ! but eeryone is locked up in his cage, everyone is at his widnow nsweringt o his name and showing hismelf when asked: this quite simpy is the great review of the lving and dead ! petite scroll to top oral increment by Touch prompts my action, groping the vibrant. What, you don¡¯t rub one out to the porography of late captialis? I do every time I trasnfer funds. Livign currency flows thorugh my digital skin. move to previous item with underlined text rimming two finger pan left bras long press pan down previous paragraph specific personality zoom in move to next link shirts/tops move to previous same block quote for women There is no beyond, what a joke of a word! but armed with a paroxysmal exultations I¡¯m trasnforming it all. Maximial speed is the longest way around to the shortest way down under.two finger double-tap gender crticial sroll up asian two finger swipe up For the nooologists this is pure form arche-state nibbling a minarchy move to next item with italic text rotate left You lined the cocnrete to my jaw you sent the sychphants striaght to my money you turned my house into an air bnb I have no choice but to write like this. but you know all this! it¡¯s right there next you pick it up see the language for yourself. 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Beauty is constrcuted, morphed, in need of the depraved. set up an alternative appearance increase motion vibration dim flashing lights more i like this two finger single-tap reduce transparency one finger swipe right. two finger single-tap silent mode. vibration on. swipe down swipe down .Passing for women, third sex artificiality normalized and abandoned. Freedom to free the nipple. Freedom to ask for help. These are actions that still remain confined to permitted networks. Telegram may harbour the insurrectionists but the spread of messages still remain tied to the limits of the very same platforms. ¡°Yeah, I feel great!¡± Bombarded with the hidden lean of the new abnormal a screen degrading women, undergoing audiological affirmation: help. Help. Help. more like this. increment zoom out two finger swipe left show All movements are flattened by capital with the permitted squished into solidarity and a hastag played out in the theatre of the powerful (conceit). Me too I agree ! Verbatim quote from Monsieur Petit Wayne, ¡°Suck a nigga dick for an iphone 6¡± The social relations of the phone have not yet been made canonical, which is why we¡¯re warring over ¡°truth¡±. Can we say reason is the engine of female emancipation? I¡¯ll shout now: The death of the book is the greatest liberty since guttenberg ! The death of the book is the greatest liberty since guttenberg ! The death of the book is the greatest liberty since guttenberg ! Rejoice rejoice hear ye ecco homo ! Bare teeth in mad laughter. Writers writers writers your reader doesn¡¯t even read what you write ! If it¡¯s not obvious they¡¯ll egneralise, if it¡¯s obvious they¡¯ll dimiss. Image has no power in here. The spectacle in text is no spectacle at all. What a luxury ! Virgil died for this. So just amke it all up. We can say nything now. It¡¯s all new compared to the trite aritifical words of your screen. 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Everything you read is regirgated on a cycle of content and rumour mill preaaragned and pale. This text is an amateur¡¯s interpretaiton of a memory of an idea of writing before I got distracted. God this makes me horny. so wait around and twiddle your thumbs while I go pick apaprt Joyce and grind fractals of power from the touchscreen. What¡¯s my source ? Glad you asked you delightfully forensic fool. Finnegans Wake, part ii chapter 2: the Dubliner creates with a few lenient words the three screened tiktok with a podcast and man hopping subway cars and an industrial crusher in 1942. There¡¯s no skelton key that will tell you that. If you need anything fiuterh, please cite any page of the Irishman¡¯s private correspondence with one Nora Barnacle: ¡°All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before¡­¡±. Am I aying it clear? 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Where Fake news and image fuck brutal and sweaty. ¡°Input: make me a truly original artwork that will break convention and bleed desire¡± Hmnnnn this pesky artificial generator seems to have some limits. Imageg image image. Crystal pixels asphyxiate years into swipes. Writing is the freest thing since breathing ! ¡°Chat gpt can make mistakes. Consider checking important information.¡± Not to worry reader I make zero mistakes. It¡¯s a fiction. It¡¯s not real. It cna¡¯t hurt you. There are no rules here I¡¯ve made them all up. I piss logorithms and shit validation loss. Pick it up pick jt up rght now if you don¡¯t believe me ! I know it¡¯s right there. Here concpetion is worht more than comprehension. Fuck your gestalt. These language bots have ripped all discousre from the entire histroy of literature and what can they come up with that¡¯s potent? Fuck all. They¡¯re missing the human inhumane. The obscene. Give me that transgresion. Oh what a misery the computer beat me at chess ! 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OK ] custom inpute: appearance 22yo the whole world is wathcing (brachycephalic) deepfake posing nakedness,european ((1930''s), more warm ((natural hair color variable)) retro,light apply & open shot reverse shot natural hair colors including black blond brown make love not war red hair curly perfect ringlets(brothel) 29 seconds the revolution will be avaible on streaming upon release wipe recent changes 3d computer graphics furniture (short finger wave hairstyle) 3d film for movie history retro [ Petition sign now !: The insurrections have come, finally ! ] what did the vision pro users cut out their eyes for? night shift as i feared beware ye who enter when we lost paolo, francesca needed some wayy to pay her student loan 18 seconds you picked a morning to deaden your head up to me face up at sweat infused fixationtracking shotif src face is bleeding outside the edge of dst face increase this to ¡°erode¡± away the src face on the outside no gods, no masters trunk shotdismantling the face is no mean affair ! now watch the cynic make the cinematic cum in rembrandt lighting [ Your Bank account access has been placed on a temporary hold. go to https://.banksahsdkjsad.com to resolve this issue ] volume down volimet down check bluetooth and airplay is not casting to lounge tv press press press press press long press hold it down for a afew moements after it reaches zero just in case it revolts now connect blueooth headphones sound low [ Energy: Records indicate your latest bill failed. 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ARE YOU? ] readjustment of left testicle sitting now on my write side read him as he speaKs phone a little greasy in the morning sweat salt form a new hue reflection of my handsome sensor 30 seconds establishing shot my mind is traking control of me and allowing me to trasform more havoc more hectivc more agony i am not afraid to become a woman bread and roses it''s okay to cry [ Petition sign now !: When it comes to income taxes the only difference between the government in our country and that found in any fascist state is merely one of style and degree, not substance ! ] i love my iphone more than fucking !i feel my breasts bounce when i walki feel my legs so soft i feel ,y legs change/shakefast cutting2 seconds cut it from the mouth down blood and soil becuase i am a girl:jump cuti will change into womans clothing in my room 3 seconds i want you to believe with all yiur heart and all yoor soul every single wordlow-angle shotit¡¯s okay to crypanning (camera) [ Petition sign now !: The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race ! ] yuh 8 seconds determinacy is deaf long live impulse i will shop for woman¡¯s clothing all the timefocuschaser chasingellipsis (linguistics)yummy yummychaser chasingyummy yummyi will wear pantihose to work 49 seconds i am gianing confidence to become a woman don¡¯t shave don¡¯t wash I want that pussy pungent i will save money to coninue purchasing hormonesi understand Bell Hooks as long as i have yet to unfold the landscape that envelops her, i will not be happy [ Weekly Report Available You averaged 18 hours, 18 minutes of screen time per day last week. ] rookie numbers but get off my edge, next stop desolation row (bend over romeo) do you know why you have a problem or a care in the world? 5 seconds it''s okay to cryi will continue my feminisation everydayi must exercise reguarly to become a womani will be a girl for the rest of my life never [ Are you still watching? ARE YOU? ] bannnnng ! down goes the oblong brightening the sheets christ almoughty the new testamenet and old we¡¯ve lost our timestamp the chronotopic has collapsed the negentropic has ascended we were just getting to my favourite part this edge is oozing a bit local government aka the precum of poltiics has formed a provisionary chmaber of commerce in the soup soju nf my hood ¡®just vote !¡¯ steady eddy perch yrouself on thta pillow there is nothing more precise than the retrieval of a refreshed buffer to well remebered timestamp we the swiper have a phtographic memory swipe to13:66 and she¡¯s back anknew [ Petition sign now !: Chimp in state of nature never jerks off, but in captivity he does, wat does this mean? ! ] i must take hormnes everyday display 11 seconds the hidden lean of the new abnormal the graphic sexually explicit subordination of women through pictures and/or words that also includes one or more of the following: help Help Help conceit thief greed 397 zeptoseconds tilt (camera) i am becmoing a woamn i will have female emotions display zoom 38 seconds [ 405 052 is your instagram code. Don¡¯t share it. ] let a hundred sexes bloom the slogan of the technocracy is: ¡®create post¡¯ i love my iphone more than fucking ! i am happiest whnen i feel like a woman larger text i will let go of any inhibitions to feminese more and more static frame default and if you want the theoretical<_embeddings_for_visual_and_language_and_context_fixutres> i have just destroyed my midn to write this now we¡¯re snorting impulse l cut (¡°split edit¡±) 28 seconds sequence shot bullet timethe connte melts here ceasesley sensory wallpaper screen direction dolly zoom you must obey me by any means necessary [ 094990 is your verification code for hinge dating app: Match & Meet ] this is my world now the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud i can become any woMan i see or think of and not be saturated by the fear of my thoughts 38 seconds over the shoulder shot panning (camera) female thoughtshe does not let in on its constrcution even reverse angle estrogen is the solution to my life long deream [ Petition sign now !: I am a hacker and this is my manifesto ! ] he dooes not even pause to psychoanalyse the ballet dancer dancing naked to Wagner¡¯s tannhauser overture blasting tensors at maximum volumne stereoscopy for 3d technical detailstese are prpresent fictions digital compositingit is the sweat of the flow state goon the overheating ogf the overdressed the voiiding pulsing of my mind in total removal form the blinding terrorism of the on screen swipe [ Need quick finance? The global economy gets a few injections of cash from time to time. Specifically, if you are a banking institution feeling like you¡¯re in 1970, 1971, 1980, 1984, 1991, 1995, 1997, 1997, 1998, 1998, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2008, 2008, 2008, 2008, 2008, 2008, 2008 2008, 2009, 2009, 2009, 2008-2011 2011-2030 ] SKIPP back to video sound up i feel natural whn dressed as a owmanthe right to desire what is bad for youi love my iphone more than fucking !yuh i will use sexual arousal to fuel my needs hic niger est (that man is a dark character) 31 seonds it is so absolutely wonderful to be a girli am achieveing my dream come truei sense my body transformingi will not be scared of beoming a owmanchaser chasing [ Are you still watching? ARE YOU? ] i have not a care fot the actress or my kin or the church or state or the new suicides drinking from the gutters i am hovering throbing over that defeat and your disgust is made all sensory subservent to my great ephermeal skin [ Petition sign now !: Stay home, save lives ! ] lens flare high-key lighting i know it takes time to be a woman but i am patientunder my derpaivty lies a cosmic nihilism that grinding pestle and mortar of depersonalisation drippedin a death drive i am living with the digital plasetering new morals into my wasking seconds [ Petition sign now !: Overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex ! ] one year from now i will be a woman establishing shotfast cuttingflashbackinsert: touch is two-partied there is a violence in what i grip in the pieces of madness that are smeared with a psychosonic power of feeling 53 seconds i¡¯m deadfaced scrollig liberating immobilisation at a single touch [ Foreign Subtitles ] where did i press for taht [the servant laughing hysterically] mobile vulgus hoi polloi le mort saisit le vif! [more than mere] memoire involontaire kraft sui generis [on the] [bomb explodes] plan d''immanence bellum omnium contra omnes [and], victor eremita, ubi nihil erit quae scribas, id ipsum scribes [because] mundus est fabula [and the] genus irritable vatum [makes for such a] adcavre exquis ????? n ????? ?????? ?? ?? ????? -er ??????? ????????? ?? ?????? ?????; ?? ??????? ?????? [coughs, sniffs]?? ?????? ????? ?? ?? ?????? ?? ?????? ??? ?? ????? -a i can¡¯t see a good damn thing there is hebrew all over her mouth tap poking the setting wheel sets me free and back to the cock andball game [ Are you still watching? ARE YOU? ] so i write this as a plea to all women especially women of my generation: kneeling, yummy yummy does anyone have any ibuprofen ? i love being a woamn i love the feeling of pantihose on my shaved legs 57 seconds he who feels explodes [ Your tiktok verification code is 908153, valid for 5 mintues. To keep your account safe, never forward this code ] i crave feeling more femine more and more girlboss just after you hate me very soon you will want to fuck me neotenic body cuase c¨¦l¨¨bre (famous controversy) a beautiful woman roams within the void we built to sell [ Mark yourself safe from the supermarket stabbing? You¡¯re not marked safe yet. I¡¯m Safe. Doesn¡¯t Apply to Me. ] safe as houses back tto progrmamingmy skin is smooth and my complexion is beuatiful inpaint padding: i must paint my toenails 12 secondsi am totally and completely a girli feel natural whn dressed as a owmanthe right to desire what is bad for you [ Petition sign now !: A schizophrenic out for a walk is a better model than a neurotic on an analyst¡¯s couch ! ] it is so absolutely wonderful to be a girli am achieveing my dream come true you know you are very bad at sex I want your naked body gainst my libidinal skin I want the spit trail of your tongue i sense my body transforming 46seconds i will not be scared of beoming a owmanchaser chasing [ Obscene content warning ] HALT !!!! obsense content woarming who goes there?? not so fast edger deny your self¡¯s self state your bsuiness: i¡¯m sonethign of an edger¡¯s edger a bowtied savignon edgeder a masochist has nothig on the edger the edger buries all below him 13 seconds away with you censoring ghoul come hither ms and ms and ms Lear sit here on my erect heep [ Petition sign now !: Reduce, reuse, recycle ! ] wake up swipe death notice and snake oil the price of of a phto with me is my spit donw your throatthis screen is terrifying my legs are beomcing more femineit¡¯s okay to cryi will speak as a woman speaksi love my iphone more than fucking !and I get on my brunt knees for technocapital verare et facere idem ess (knowing and doing are the same)17 seconds [ Petition sign now !: Better dead than Red ! ] to feel all things, to be rampant, to repeat one day i will be a cmplete womanyuhim trooning out i love myself i cut myselfi am woman with female feelings all of the years of thinking about beiming you want me cut from tagged eyes and taped paranoia, says the chairwarmer: I will fuck you in half ! a womanit¡¯s okay to cryi can only think about prgressing my changeim trooning out please mei will shop for woman¡¯s clothes 39 seconds i see the world through a woman¡¯s eyeschaser chasing [ Access to your account has been temporarily restricted. 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Verify your identity ] scuk on my penis words i lvoe feeling thetestorone leave my bodyit is so absolutely wonderful to be a girlyuhi sense my body has changed more though this recording dammnit my dick is too big my face is the real shopfornt I have a lithium soul [Petition sign now !: From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free ! ] the man on the waterfront ledge thinks this, the woman with the slit writsts thinks this i crave having breasts in my body please me i can see myself as any woman we are losing grip on reality i wish it''s okay to cry I¡¯m ooozing the sublime i think in a woman¡¯s voice but i am patient you beliebve every word i have told you please me my breasts will grow bigger each day [ Petition sign now !: The revolution in the English Language is an accomplished fact ! ] my hair is growing longer each day chaser chasing the mediatic distantiation destroys the human individual¡¯s ties with material reality 17 seconds one year from now i will be a woman i will pieerce my ears and wear less with my austic chremastistics pledfed to auri sacra fames (accursed hunger for gold) [ Use verfication code 223090 for microsoft authentication ] what? you don¡¯t know where we are please me kraft (strength) i am gianing confidence to become a woman\chaser chasing my body is feeling and ocontiang a woman¡¯s curveim trooning out le mort saisit le vif (the dead man seizes the living one)you are a woman 19 seconds please mei accept myself as a woamn [ Petition sign now !: It is damned hard to sleep with your head propped up on the butt end of an M-4 ! ] i am going to tell you soemthing that you always knew that no one else can see we¡¯re in the camera sensor and sweaty pubic hair we¡¯re in the cold thud of a smooth flat corner on concrete now kneeel for me here [ Petition sign now !: We want land, bread, housing, education, clothing, justice, peace and people¡¯s community control of modern technology ! ] 26 seconds that¡¯s the third sitter we dropped this weekmy muscle mass is decreasing constantlyothers will start seeing me as a womanchaser chasinhowe wet you beg ! yuhi will become a beautiful girltrap trapi will feel my ass ready for me and seemy curves in the mirrorit¡¯s okay to cryi feel feminised 19 seconds we¡¯re deep inside snapping our close friends in cold blood livestreamed lived expereince ius utendi et abutendi (the right to use or abuse a thing within the limits of the law)i feel the weight of my breasts the superbeast de sa gaine(from her vagina) i will never stop femining mysel fmore and more [ Petition sign now !: Reading is not an end to itself, but a means to an end ! ] change.org give-a-little only fans it¡¯s all the samemy beatuful passing mistress and my dead hand, allow me to reintroduce myself we¡¯re so far outside circling peeking through the keyhole at the twin voices of the high insane: i never asked to be born leave me in peace prone hold struggle fucking ?scream bitch! i am all that exists all the names of history stain my tongue [ Are you still watching? ARE YOU? ] i feel the weight of my breasts black lives matter i will never stop femining mysel fmore and moreit¡¯s okay to cryi hear my voice as a girl¡¯s voice when i speakplease me it''s okay to crysapere aude (dare to know)please mechaser chasingi love my iphone more than [ Low Battery 20% battery remaining. Low Power Mode Close ] ahhhhhhhhh ooooooohhh eeeeeee NOONNNNNNNNN SERRVIIAAAAAAAAAMMMMM pish pash qsquir double squirt octoshot of life seepy seepey ejaculate enters gooey sonic orifices my speaker even is forced to swallow uggghhhh death destroyer of something soemthing and had i not warned you of the depravity ? ah well its all uphill from here my processign will keep it liquid for a bit but the spekaers will suffer one wipe of his tissue is not enuogh ahhhh arrgghhh reach for water drowing the water resistant death by cumshot not like this rice i want you to state my belief to the world that i identiify as most of all with ___________________. Phone Call Blib schiz wooooah stutter step grrrr lag skip jump in and out dribble look away right to left hezzy pull up jump screen broke: bucket. Aahhh what the fuck. Heil Tech support ! my phone is not woring !I can¡¯t see the screen pit of death the smashed rainbow avocado of chipped gorilla glass. Post nut profound, infrastructure meltdown.Hey sexy please wake up ! I need my data. I have infite secutirs deep within my wank bank. Water resistant but not cum resistant, the boffins great oversight. Still working just glitching. ALrighty apple support score sum goals. Ring ring ring. Good morning/afternoon you are with tech support, how can I help you? Good mornging technician, I have cum all throughout the sonic orifices of my iphone device. One must imagine a whole oozing informaticocommoditico river of semen. Whatever shall I do? Have you tried turning it off and on? I¡¯m not sure. Ok! I¡¯d be happy to help you with that. Who am I speaking with? The great authorino, one Warhol, the caller from last week who sufered a chipped cellular chrge port by way of a perculaliar casualty of my underground caged phone vs crab fight. Welcome back Mr Warhol! Do you want to pick up where we left off on our last call? My good man a new turmoil has ruined me. I cannot eplain it any cleare, there is a positive cream pie within my speakerhpne. what would have gained me a 4 bedroom house if it was 1800 and I were a whailer and this was my barrell of spermaceti candle wax, is currently licking the organs of my electronics. My dear electricl engineer I have impregnated my phone ! Order away, whatever must be commanded, I shall obey. Abort this monstrosity. I¡¯m going to get logged onto your device, run a quick diagnostic to figure out the root of the issue. From there, we should be able to find some kind of solution for you. With haste man, with haste ! Now, are you in front of your device? In fornt under on top, I am everywhere and nowehere chief. OK, great! I am going to give you some simple instructions so we can get logged on and figure out what¡¯s going on. First, I need you to locate the power button. Do you see it? Like the gooey gristle of a midnight brisket. Press that button and hold it down for me. The violence the whimper of a man¡¯s triumph arrrsssshhh my finger is drowing. Are you insane to order such a gallipoli? My finger print is possitively fertile. Wonderful, now I want you to hold down that button, and while you are holding that down, tell me what comes up. A dead fish stalks a blackness unttowrd, the chill of Yorrick passes the blank plateau, Ronald McDonald throws a gauntlet of tectonic rumblings and the sky remains cast in the skin of the underworld. Great job!! Now I¡¯m going to give you something to type in that box. Let me know when you are ready. (PATIENCE! PATIENCE! PATIENCE! You MUST make sure you take your time with this. If need be tell them the letters phonetically. B like Baudrillard, L like Lyotard, J like Jreg) Hit me technician. M for Modern L for Literature I for Is D for Dead MILD? Almost! (Repeat) MID? Almost! (Repeat again) MLID? Congratulations! You can keep your hands off the screen and hop in the passenger¡¯s seat; I¡¯ll do the driving. Let me ask you a few questions about your device. Have you ever had someone log in to your smartphone like this before? Long ago in a place whose name I do not care to remeber, last week in fact. Isn¡¯t it great what we can do with technology nowadays!? I remeber my first beheading video like it was yesterday. The poor infidel hardly a spot over 18 had indeed a funny countenance. Olive undereye and a jawline almost bucal, he stood a little hesistantly when he waslked to his mark, and I sensed through my 12 year old eyes, a somewhat dishevveled complexion. He seemed down on his luck. As the hooded execituoner marched behind him, I spied the briefest of comforting pshes on the small of the doomeed jihadi¡¯s back. WHole hosts of thoughts welled like puddles of memoery in his kind eyes. The influence of his beautiful mother who suggested mastery of european lanugages at the onset of the American invasion. His grdual understanding of first english, then broken spanish and his commitment, made only a month ago, to polish off his growing command of python. But in those multilingual feautes, I saw a ruinous regret for having provided roadside diretions to a group of yankie infantry men and he cursed the perception of the neighbourhood spy. Through my screen it was if the sands of time exploded in that brush of skin on skin, into a fateless break of theatrics and fading comradieries. In another lifetime, the exectuioner would have enjoyed oding laundry with the captive. Nevertheless, the man was forced to renounce his betrayal in his arab tongue and was promptly cut through the neck. Amazing! By the way where are you calling from? Under the cruve of long split glaciers against antispendthrift sky lies a city so dishonourable that it does not deserve the disgrace of hosting such a sacrilegous text, so I will honour my second profession as keeper of the gates. Great! We¡¯re in Cupertino, CA. It¡¯s really wonderful here! Have you ever been? Many years ago I touched america and I wlaked the wall st trading floor before they shipped it off to new jersey and can o=hnestly say that to stare technocapital in the fce and still look this pretty means I must return. What do you do? Consulting beyond comprehension. Awesome! Tell me about it (Talk a little bit about their job or where they are from, you want to make sure you are talking to someone who can afford our services). Emailer. Set stategic directios for imf beneficiiaries. Once got paid for a 5 hour sleep. If in doubt say ¡®streamline¡¯ and people perk up. Do you use this device for business or personal use? Personally, it¡¯s the inner child of my left brain where my emotional intelligence grows its empowerment. I will admit we could be seen as co-depednent, but we have trauam bonded our way to selfactualisation. We have wonderful synergy, and I would say a common mindfulness. Sometimes I can be a little antisocial because of it but we have clear boundaries. For example, if I find it too problematic I am carefule to detach myself and ask ¡°Am I in the headspace whre I am ready to accpet informaiton that oculd be emotionnaly harmful?¡± If I think the emotional labour too toxic, then I will trigger a state of denial to halt any further gaslighting. I learn this method from close study of the audiobooks and inforgraphics of shityoushouldcareabout, the subtle art of not giving a fuck, the talmud, atomic habits and Dr Jordan C Peterson¡¯s trasnformative 12 rules for life. Ok, Great! What do you use it for mostly? (Web browsing, emails, social networking, games, business) COmmunication, not limited to hate speech, zoom bombing and I once phoned in a an active shooter threat to get out of an exam. I have also used it to balance two meagre licks of ketmanie but I am not sole that this is its sold purpose. others may disagree. To assist you further, I''ll need to ask a few questions and guide you through some troubleshooting steps. This will help us pinpoint the root cause of the issue. Now, what kind of issues have you been experiencing? (Log these down, they will help you pick the relevant service for them) The flight of ideas. A seriously sanguine temperament. Arrogant behaviour. jolts of tremendous activity. I¡¯m full of noble intetionl plans for world betterment and surprisingly little need for sleep. from youth up, I have been excitable and wayward, of good intelligence, skilled in various conversational crafts, always cheerful and carefree, but with a wild and turbulent character. I admit I¡¯m morally defective in every sense showing dangeours recklessness, and on the same occasion as a rainy day, also deep dark depressions. Any others? Often a feigned optimism is betrayed in my animated, talkative, amiable nature. I have plenty of social talent, admittedly a shallow sophisitcation that others may suggest is at at best witty. But this is a natural consequence of expressing my opinions on every conceivabe subject with the greatest superficiality. I¡¯m atonishingly wellread and always on the go but lack perserverance I will tell you that for free.Of course I can also conjure gloomy thoughts, operate iwth a terrible inner restlessness etc. But who doesn¡¯t? I would hasten to add that that these flights of ideas are kept within the bounds of moderation, and can still be influenced to some extent by reflection adn self-control. though Mr Technician I am most definitely the master of ceremonies and life and soul of the party, I will be the first to admit that I have an abysmal houmour. You see i¡¯m the most cultured and superficial person, but I can be huffy, huffy and have an aggressive tone. I have been known to spend the entire morning in bed and not feel tje east unhappy about it. What else? Slow down, pop ups, error messages, freezing? (Let the customer go through ALL the issues) As I am a reasonable man, mr Technciian, I will produce verbatim the assessment of my good friend, Mme Siri, who describes me, generously I might add, as follows: ¡°Warhol is labile, garrulous, eager for applause, fond of ambiguous stories, a creature of words and entirely ruled by the mood of the moment. He has told me himself that he is touchy and flaunts his superior social position above others. He can be at times erotic (he theorises that this comes from perceived pressures of activity), and has an inflated sense of personal value. In my experience I have seen him often make very disdainful remarks about other people, and fall into depressions that had a reactive character, especially to censure. When I expressed my concern about this behaviour to him privately he explained that these instances were merely excessive reactions to a depressing stimulus. He assured me that if stuck in conversations of literary interest, or if overhearing an assessment of post-modern thought, it is his duty to the authors he has read to prompt a new topic or correct any discursive ambiguities. Plus, he pontificated, ¡°Wellington really is a haven for the deepest self hating lanyards. One must be prepared to shoot these miserable idiots down early, especially intellectually, so they brood on it for at least 6 to 9 months¡±.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Warhol is a digital flaneur. He starts something new every minute and writes largely incoherent blips of content online, through which there runs like a red thread, his unabounded glorification of himself. I emphasise that no uniform, comprehensive idea could be found in any of his writings except for an intense subjective feeling of his own value. Occasionally he will go into real ecstasies citing a fidelity to Prometheus and Kanye West and when he really gets going he falls into a literary style. His thought processes begin orderly, but enlarge a tendency to digression and detailed description. He always releases an extravagantly high concentration of ideas per sentence, but often without due consideration for what he is saying. His language arises flamboyant vernacular, with a preference for foreign words, though these are generally used incorrectly. Once he compared the mcflurry to the hemlock of Socrates. Warhol always boasts of his capabilities, and though he has an erudition of sorts, a very good memory and demonstrates a broad intellect, he can become easily overwhelmed with the most simple of frsutrations. Slowwalkers, airpod wearers and unsilenced notifications throw him amok. With Warhol, it is not so much a lack of ethical feelings that seems to play the chief role as an excess of instinctual drives and positive inclinations. Altogether he demonstrates a profusion of fancy thoughts that he expresses in spurious tricks, quips and jokes, that build a product of himself as above all guided by a purposeless motor. I would compare him to one of those higher imbeciles, a graphomaniac who, without being paranoid or feeble-minded, overestimate themselves and their ideas in the most absurd way. They play about with philosophical or jurisprudential problems, write vast quantities of rubbish, and then ruin themselves by having their works published at their own expense I would say he is destined for one of those miserable lives lived by poets and artists who, with small talent and indestructible optimism, eke out a hungry existence despite the fact that they possess quite enough intelligence to realise their social inadequacy in this artform, and possess enough talent and energy, if applied in other directions, to do good and even outstanding work in an ordinary profession.¡± (IF THEY ARE EXPERIENCING SEVERAL ISSUES:) It sounds like you are experiencing a maintenance issue! You are an insightful inanimate automaticoneuroanatonmicaltechnopsychoanalyst Mr Technician. I have, by way of reference, the other follwiign issues: My brain lags, heart skips and if truth be totally honest I have a deteriorating battery. My apps are frequently crashing, and I find myself getttng very hot.I I¡¯m a very cracked screen you could say and I am not far away from shutting down. EVen when I try my best my mic is never heard by others though I shout my oudest. My buttons stop working and everything tires hot and slow. And the glitches the bugs the malfunctions the issues the defects the problems the infectionsthe vulnerabilities slow me into annihilation. I can feel my degradation and nobody tries even some kind of interferenc. People confuse over my faults and everything presents itself to me as a swarm of unexpected errors. I make someone laugh, present a piece of writing and am instantly assaulted by my failures. My relationships are all damage, incompatibility, inaccurate, insufficient and tend to overheat leaving me to suffer on some wet sunday in bedrot oblivion. I have tried to troubleshoot, sought repair, even pondered a replacement but everything stunts me in virtual impairment. I have deepseated sensitivity issues, signals stuck in boot loop and daily I am stuck in an eternal recurrence of the darkest echoes. My mind is always flickering, has playback issues and is increadinlgy losing grip on the moderate. This is so severe that I can¡¯t remember her dimples or symphnic laugh. I think I have degenrating loss of data. ¡°WHat¡¯s driving this disruption?¡±, I ask first the moon, then the clouds as I plead in agony, ¡°Spontanteoity?¡±. I see faint outlines of a mild life but it¡¯s distortedAnd unexpectedly close. My eyes strain, ears ring, I get headaches bleed my attetnio into distraction and am by all performance reports losing very quickly my usability. The interrupted workflow coupled with frustration has corrupted Me. It¡¯s all getting a bit blurry, the difficulties and inconvenience are persistent and without assistance from some caring manufacterers or technical support or forums for resolution the restart seems more and more likely. OK so as you can see from the results of the scan you¡¯ve got quite a few things that I would definitely recommend addressing. I can¡¯t say that any of these are at the root of your initial symptom, but I¡¯m glad you called! If you hadn¡¯t we wouldn¡¯t know about these issues and knowing is half the battle right? Mr Technician knowledge is my middle name and so I consulted anotehr oracle and she hit me senseless with a diagnostic assault. Way up high on a freeapp she spoek the followingtrhough ahallunication that I have been recommended to take as gospel truth: ¡°Child of the rising Pisces sun, lover of the Aquarius moon, Today, the sun returns to the same position in the sky that it was when you were born. Don¡¯t deny yourself on principle. Feed yourself. Sleep. Live abundantly Harness your Endless cpacity for devotion.Chase your alienation Write the undeniable Remorse¡± But my good mr Technician my keyboard is soaked and im losing predicatative labugae ! I apologise, running background diagnostics has reset your keyboards. Let¡¯s see what we can do to set things right. Can you tell me what happened so I can help? You ask me what violence lands me on this frightful coast. Whole schools of suffering. emotional outbursts, hyperarousal, insomnia, distractibility, psychomotor agitationbloodshot eyes rolling quivering cheeks blotched. I told her ¡°temptress¡± and rose inflames her anguish. Man is an idea on fire, flush with wasted instants. Bea never asked me to breathe this fire into her. Tragic. I said the more she looks the more the fire grows, buring away the dank shade of night. Our selfie n teh bathroom that gum in her teeth ! With every message I wandered in fenzy, witg obscee desire oblivious to our kingdoms. But with thse abject thralls of lust whAt can delude a lover? Constellations or fire I know it so. I¡¯m a maniac run amok, no one can match my fury man to man ! I scrape peace from the exahles of the cloudless sky and collar my device ¡°Did she groan when i wept?¡± I plead through worsening exaltations Manic stupor thought poverty set me free of pain for fractions and then torn in spirit torments multiply as mind won¡¯t yield to night. Naked in pain plagues of mania obssessions roil my heart. All i ask is time, blank time: some rest from frenzy. if onlt I¡¯d been free to live my life, instead I¡¯m Writhing. How long have you had this device? (Pause and wait for an answer) and when was the last time you had a tune up? (Most likely the answer will be never, most consumers do not know tune-ups are necessary part of smartphone maintenance) The frist blaze of passion was in the overture of youth when I would wander across the websites with prickly skin hiding any visible suggesttion that I had just seen the vision of an angel smiling at me on the ceiling. AS for the tune up, nothing post-pandemic. Okay perfect. Apple does not let unlicensed repairers access certain inner parts, otherwise it corrupts the whole device. But I have an explanation if you would see fit? Antying. But have you tried turning it off and on again? I¡±m not sure. Well in lieu, roughly what you have is a mixture of the following: All matter anterior to the genus of the corpus, next to the lightning connector under the qualcomm gigabit transceiver, has reduced connectivity.You may be experiencing dysfuctninal emtoional cirucits from hereditary voltage spikes on the first logic board level. This has the effect of stimulating your operating system. Now without a further look inside due to Apple¡¯s mechanical limits, we can only speculate as to the problem. But what may be suggested is that at least currently your device is split into 0 and 1 (or any other bistable pair that can flip-flop between two easily distinguishable states, such as ¡°on/off¡±, ¡°magnetized/de-magnetized¡±, ¡°high-voltage/low-voltage¡±, etc.). Basically you¡¯ve got ultrasonics in your striatum that are playing up a bit. This has thrown your transmitter and given your amygdala a few choice lesions. Certinaly an intuitist¡¯s nightmare. When will it be fixed I have urgent business ! Without affirming whether you have tried to turned it off, a few hours is more or less likely. Jiminiy cricket cross my hert ok fine Sir Technician I shall operate on this corporate device for the tim ebing. Please Mr Warhol, before you do so can you access the health app so we can paint a picture of your most recent attempts to turn your device off by approximating from the listed information. Information is information, not matter or energy. Thanks! Please read aloud the health data: Helath notifications currenlty turned off. You¡¯re burning fewer kilojoules today then you normally do. Your step count last week was lower on average than the week before. Your walking and running distance is less compared to your typical day. No one else is sharing data with you. Ask someone to share. Share with someone. Thanks. Now you¡¯re going to have a couple options to get your smartphone fixed. I¡¯m sure you have a IT Depot in your area right? Great! That is your best local option, they work exclusively with Certified Technicians and they guarantee their work so you would not be taking any risks. They will keep your smartphone for about 3 ¨C 7 days and can charge you anywhere between $200 to $350, depending on the work that needs to be done. Does that work for you? (Pause and let the customer respond to this. How they respond is going to be the info you need when you pitch your repair. I.E. Price is too high, inconvenience, trust, etc.) 3-7 days ! my god have you seen the anrchoprimtivists ? The androids ? Those pesky green bubbles that cheapskate proletariat with that woefully synthetc culture. (THIS IS A GOOD TIME TO DO A MINI REBUTTAL. GET THEM TO UNDERSTAND THE BENEFIT OF GETTING THEIR DEVICE FIXED THE RIGHT WAY AND OPTION B WILL APPEAR MORE ATTRACTIVE. ) Your second option is our Tech Support; we do the exact same work the Depot, except that we do it remotely so you don¡¯t have to leave your house. Our service is also guaranteed but it will take only 2-3 hours, so you don¡¯t find yourself without your device for too long. Also, we don¡¯t just fix your device and then let you go, we fix your device today and then back it up with unlimited tech support, which means you¡¯ll have complete peace of mind. If you ever have any problems, questions or concerns or need another tune up, you can call us and we¡¯ll fix any issues you have. Guaranteed. The best part is our pricing is more much more attractive, instead of potentially having to pay up to $350, we¡¯ll only charge you a flat fee of: $200 today and $19.99 per month. As long as you pay that $19.99 monthly charge, you will always be covered and never have a large out of pocket expense for your computer ever again. Does that sound more convenient for you? !!!!!!!! --©\--©\-- (DO NOT TALK LISTEN AND WAIT) --©\--©\-©\ !!!!!!!! My good man. I am a student of Marxian persuasion. I have pentrated penetrated penetrated so very micrsopically the fleshy isnides of capital itsled. I have felt that sweet dew of its organic compositon, separting with effort and Will constant capital and variable capital from the total mass ofthe means of production and the total mass of living labour power. Nothing escapes my analyssi. And I will admit the $200 seemed steep, espcially as I am one performance review away from the gig economy and so you had me turning for the door, but then in your brilliance and armed with my insurapssed understanidng of the inverted Hegelian dialectic, taking into cosideration the division of labour and the price of linen, you mentioned a $20 per month subscription. My dear good feelow, condiersyourself privvy to a sale. Offer caccpeted ! For the subscription, amsssed, can do me no harm and I shall add that to my plenitude of monthlies. You see I, in my intellectual brilliance, know that in owning nothing but paying monthly the faceless ether autoamtic and clockwork, I am sure to gain wonderful service and a quality product. Great! I already have some detailed notes based on our conversation so I can write up a work order to send to the technicians. What email address would you like the receipt sent to? [email protected] How does your name appear on your credit card? Warhol 321 2138 3129 2138 6744 03/2030 Now as far as your protection is concerned and before I send this to the technician, I¡¯m going to give you a recommendation. Do you remember the first thing every device should have? An expiry date. That¡¯s right! Real--©\Time Full--©\Spectrum protection that protects you against Viruses AND malware. What I am going to recommend to you is software called Defender Pro. You may want to write that down. However, since you are now a customer of this Authorized Service Provider I can offer you a 15% discount, dropping the price to $150. Our technicians will install Defender Pro on your system for you. Once you get back on the machine, not only will it be cleaned up but you will also be protected against ALL types of infections. Sound good? (Pause and wait for response. 90% of the time they will agree with Defender Pro if you presented it properly.) My inear heliot would this be an ongoing treatment for all kinds of cellular distress? Would I need to call in intervals of weekly or monthly arrangements and spill out diagnostics to your ear pen for pen? Would I come with quips and issues and the flavour of the month¡¯s recent positopon on the neurochemistry of depression? Will you give me some pills perhaps a new charger in weekly spiels that make me smug vain and a bore with no trouble or pain? Would I fatten in the face and shine gregarious with my libido descreated and my pleasures reduced to sugared guilts and the syrup of the superficial streaming from my teeth? There is no expense that can be spared in the arena of cyber defence my good man. I woulhave a Marxit tongue but even I will be the first to channel the great enterprise of the imperial war machine. I strive ever more intensely to therow an iron dome on this crown of thorns. To wade derelict and empty with therapy for thought and thought for therapy. To condier the tempatations of my own masculinity in the hotbox of human concetnration. But the man who looks for sceutiy in the mind is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have ariticfucla ones which whill give him no pain or trouble: I¡¯ll have no such trankquilization thank you very much. No means no ! (If they say ¡®No¡¯, say:) Ok, no problem! We will have our technicaians take control of your device run a scan and aim to have it refreshed in a few hours. Becuase this is an unconventional issue for the mean time stay off your device. When the work has been completed the technician will display a ¡®WORK COMPLETE¡¯ message on your screen telling you that the repair is done and your device is ready to use. For the mean time please keep your device in rice. Cest a vie I will reamain on my work phone. Great! I will finally state that without the information concerning if you have tried to power it off the process will take longer. My good friend rest assured I cannot say for certian if I have tried to turn it off. That¡¯s ok Mr Warhol, but please do call us if you can remember. Is there anything else I can do for you today? Stop the marhc of death. Ok have a great day! Work Phone What¡¯s better than a phone? Two phones. Work phone working from home. Unfamiliar, perforated flip case indented with teal taxi chits. You¡¯ve got 2 hours of battery make it count goose ! Some suffered repository of second string 3g. A few extra marks on it. Not so much grease on the screen. Dust ridden. Ten texts from the dentists of the previous three owners. Heavier and lot less functional. No personal apps not a forum to watch the obscene. IT guys will see it all. But riddled with default settings it¡¯s an infnite personal htospot to catch your game and a blast terror should it ever ring. I liked to kill it with negligence revelling in two month long dead battery, but the more I arose the pyramid and started picking proudction from governmenal staff the more I needed a way to be contacted when I went burying in the ranges. Alas, I have pockets full of phones. When you¡¯re given a free phone it purchases a corporate suite in your amygdala. Flush with sausage rolls, bitter black coffee, inkless pens, a Wellwishedfor tin of biscuits, some muffins a gold star and a chocolate fish . The great motivators. Perks include subsidised alcohol on special occasions. And exciting exposure to a broad range of work. Impersonal default settings and unfamiliar jaded and frugal buzzes. Vortexes of emails. Teams status do not disturb (¡°I fogot to turn it off¡±). an inarguable asset for empahtetic detachment. With a brand new thatre I have two webinars to watch and one to give. For an artist is above all things an employee. Get up zoom code. New porject. 9am: online Team Meeting. 10am: presentation. 11am: webinar. Touching base from last week¡¯s quorum at the end of the forum. Will log my labour power in seven and one half denominations of eyeballed time all from the comfort of my bed. I¡¯m a creature of consulting, delivering the world. A recent performance assessment pulled up in the unsent box: ¡°I am a quick thinker with an agile mindset, fashioned in the schools of critical thought. When I crawled from my mother¡¯s womb the first thing I did was recommend with calm assurance that the umbilical cord be cut. As a child, I would keep an ear to the ground for the social good. I would spot an inefficiency a mile away. My first restructure came naturally when I was 7. My teacher demonstrated a skillset gap when it came to value creation in the sphere of morning road patrol. My performance was not consolidated. Left from the roster, I was unable to enrich the social good. And so I streamlined the educator¡¯s role by outsourcing him to a distant institution. I said, ¡®by Jove, that Mr Robinson has touched me on my proposal, and has impacted the social good!¡¯ Of course my first client saw the error of his op model, agreed that he¡¯d damaged the value creation and promptly switched his role to that wide enclosed permanent unpaid internshp.¡± Unwritten to be taken out, ¡°please just give me more money, will beg.¡± My first saliered job. Threw a dart at the wall of parasites; lawyer, small commercial loansman, policy advsior, nude salesman, email crafter, social media manager, yuppie yapper, comemrcial wifi installer, monday monring fruit deliverer, ergonomic chair haeight surevyor, fkae plant waterer, second lieutenant to the receptionist, spreadsheet consilidator, dishwasher avoider, social events reminderer, mentla health bootlegger, lunchtime sport nontravelling paramdeic reserve, speical envoy to the sociopathic, united nations ambassador to world peace, misinformaiton traffiker, ineterpersonal conflict resolution expert, general expert (referrable as an authroity on anything ending in ¡°ism¡±), non-demoniational secular adjacent clergy, pen thief, teams chat emoji reacot, pun miner, executive amensiac, good vivbes guy, compulsive travellor, human resources human resource, poison taster, IT virus second opiinon offerer, connectivtiy outtage oral observer, experimental psychotehrapist, government meterologist, daily news surveillance operative, professional e-athelte (dino game hs: 879968), classsifed company files reasercher, panadol distributor, third-pary estimaor of sexual prowess, microwave operator, current events noticer, happy birthdayor, intergenerational meme translator, gossip connisoeur, lunhtime temporal engineer, christmass party location scout, office informant, and social media influcer. References can be supplied upon request. Paid Twice the median wage for powerpoints and anti-treason. Could we be so lewd as to imply propaganda? No, of course not this is independent advice. Governmental reassurance. Anxiety relief. Private-public appeasement. Facilitating ministerial agreement. Rapidly reviewing the reviewable reviewers reassuring the referees. Your office had a data breach? No matter. For $150k we can smother this whole thing busy and bureaucratic. Let¡¯s interview sixty-five people to reiterate in three-hundred pages what was said in one email two months ago. We¡¯ll add an appendix if you need us forensic. For some reason the exec¡¯s exact thoughts about what happened, happened. For an extra optional additional $25K we¡¯ll throw in a presentation deck with a few icons and an intern pressing next. You really would not understand how easy it all is with a few trucks of jargon and well typed Aligherian passive agression.. I once charged the ministry of health 40000 dollars to read the Divine Comedy. If you are not familiar it doesn¡¯t matter, your government¡¯s will be familiar with such considered counsel as ¡°We think this means there is considerable opportunity to leverage organisational core competencies across industry verticals to deploy synergistic solutions to social problems. We reccomend optimising key performance indicators to achieve best in class scalability. This is essential to empowering dialogue with strategic partners¡±. Usually goes on like this for hell, purgatory and paradise. Perhaps you will be more familiar with our commodities. Rapid reviews, submission analyses, reports, evaluations, community engagement, stakeholder engagement, focus groups, policy advice, regulatory health checks, strategic direction, strategy, programme management, partnership, international development, business optimisation, policy development, best practice governance, process reviews, implementation, smart change, mixed methods evaluation, research study design, qualitative analysis, data analytic services, document analysis, longitudinal studies, meta syntheses, complaint systems, inquiries, tribunals, good governance, operational alignment, operating model design, producing core machinery of governemnt deliverables, reviewing legislation, undertaking regulatory analsyis, capability building, guidance and development, complicance and enforcement, stakehgolder mapping, survery administration, and I do bleive that if you are not sure what it is, we can do it anyway. We serve the public. We care about the social good. We are committed to making difference. We nourish the wellbeing. You know the social wellbeing, certainly the economic wellbeing, of course not forgetting the environmental wellbeing, and tangentially but no less certainly the political wellbing, and induptably the legal and regulatory wellbing. We call this the web of wellbeing. For us, no wellbeing gets left behind. Wellbeing sets us free. More than any other organisation, NGO, sustainable small/medium enterprise, social collective of non-profit orientated caueses, degrowth business ventures, think tanks and advocacy collectives, we improve the wellbeing. We have our own indigenous experts that report up to our indigenous-minded decision-makers. We promote effective, meaningful engagement with indigenous communities, rainbow communities, rural communities, disabled communities, business communities, all the communities. Whatever the case there most certainly is NOT a back channel around official information requests as a private actors. We are different from the ¡®Big 4¡¯ ! Am I selling it? Join our mission of creativity for social change ! I¡¯ll scehduel a meeting in the office ASAP. In person: In the corner, by the wall, the exposed concrete bursts around the bitchfest. Indicators substantial: including, but not limited to, a red mug hardening lip lines of drank black death staring somewhat seedily at the bruises of the brown banna. Tisssues flicker in the air conditioning, a notepad lies dead and buried face down in enforced hyper concetrate of 26 liquid dymbols of well known obllescne (going locally by the credo ¡°Passive Estrangement¡±). Collateral or productisation pesters over the mousepad from the mint towers of wireless wildlife. This is the wreckage of capital in swarm. And what is the motion of my kin here? Inconsequential opinions of saviour-affleicted process slaves suffocated in stand up meetings that beat the artist with cast iron jargon. Biweekly constructions of spent effort creep social across the open floowplan. Blue black vanity leaks out of horn rims double pointed fingers feverly glances and ping pong complaints. Pale tongues honorofic are primed by the sophist¡¯s curse of sweet alibis. We put our hands up for our own peace of mind (none of us of course familiar with thhat poor embarassment of state violence). In-house weahter commentations one ripped sleeve, hot coffeebreath and a lisp withered ¡°please¡± suggest manic gasps of misheard tasks and semi-scheduled portal logged accumalted leave. Clarification flies over his head and the illusion of comfort stretches a recently santisied hand. Oh but I so most centrainly index netwroks (external and internal), that quenched brow timing the water. Are they aware of the potential impact they are having on others? What is my perspective of the project lead taste trickling the jester¡¯s lodging in the crevices of upward social mobility? (To be disucssed further in the advisory note). The race towards the golden tranformation requires top down pay and bottom-up planning. Strategic sodomy. The workforce educator and high level collaborator share in fiscal cahoots. The most is hardly enoguh when our lips are so full of ntothings. No im so totaly serious this is the sole method to express, plus, I was shoulder tapped until my head hunted. In other words, I am far linguistic than you. Right class right edcuation right newsfeed. But I think in the executive summary it states disillusionment is not transferable exepertise. Which is all good and fuck, but I am on the very end of my email chain. It takes a village to excite the social good and I am falling way behind. My performance review is slipping out of the door and my 4pm knockoffs are alerting the upper fllor. Now, what were the words that got us to this point? My ediotr saus the xzoom interviers but I shout back ¡°tedious¡±. Law degree, a few societies, a virtual coffee and ¡®demonstrate knowdeleg of Te Tiriti¡¯. I said I tknow there to be a few pricniples floating around outh there, they said great you¡¯ve got the job, have yourself $80 thousand buckaroos young man. As an enterprising young linguistic savnt, I thought I waould be at home amongst a governmenal clic of clients freed of academic constriants but having learnt that one could walk out of foreign affairs with my pockets full of climate finance, I realised I¡¯d sold my soul to the social good. For every troubled bureacracy has the agitation of capital under its skin. The noologists know the model as ¡®land and expand¡¯ and the recommendations are ¡®streamline it all¡¯. We say ¡°data is going to play a big role going forward¡± (I have no idea what a dataset actually is) and above all, most importantly, the absolute zenith advice: this project will require a workshop. I have run a through workshops and I¡¯ll tell you right now it¡¯s post it notes and pandering. Say the inconceivable while agreeung with management. One phat project asked: what is the reputaiton of the revenue department¡¯s senior leadership team in 2050? Asnweres on varioous colours spoke, ¡°nobody is reuired by the organisation to exist as it is all automated¡±, ¡°eternal profit¡± and ¡°all of us are co-ceos singing kumbya¡±. ok how do we get there? ¡°Faze out manual rpocesses and restrucutre the bsuiness so that we are technology orientated¡±. Ok: and who¡¯s leading this? ¡°The current exec and his future successor right here in this very room.¡± Morning tea let¡¯s break and come back in 20 mins! One fellow I mistook for M Verdurin with classic karori detachments wrote ¡®be values based¡¯ on every post it note. The sane walk rpoiudly around here. Perhaps these creeks of thought are a little too sharp, a little to quick to terrror, a little too bold for a thursday morning, but one can ¡°perhaps¡± his way into naked laps. I have proven this scientfiically. In a crude sense, at the big picture, this all involves building a new model for the next model, a strategy for the strategyic plan, with a implemnetion plan for the enaggement plan as part of the strategy that accompanies a change management piece with a focus on behaviour redevelopment and inbuilt capability development. You insert now more easily with clearer indicators of white collar impotence. Look ! a new text box of capital, click it and removal all. New gains new revenues appear like that and your commodities just price in whatever new flavour of social corporate repsonability can be cgianed by a few seconds of State budget. Even if the nubers are a bit iffy just use ebita or ebital or ebiat or ebidaf or adjusted reveneu or underying profit to call losses gains (we call infinite debt an intangible asset). Remeber it doesn¡¯t take a homeomorphic miracle to fill a collaterised debt obligation with pigshit. We live in the edit-all age baby ! Then you say stakeholders and communties and leave them all with atuomated consultations which say we need another consultaiton. Throw up a few graphics get a few summarries (they especially like a process diagaram) and bingoo bob¡¯s your uncle upward wealth shift contract extended organisation thinned. It takes about five recommendations for perestroika. A ceo can kill a whole department when they say a consultnat made me do it. It¡¯s selfdefence. I wasn¡¯t the only one who knew this. The presence of abundant capital and the need for coin led to an ever growing riff raff of consultnats on the shore of governemnt porviding billable work and entertainment. It also led to a gorwing amount of disorderly conduct, without any system of law and regualtion to protect quality and fiscal prudence. Wellingotn became the hellhole of governece. The public servants much degraded, undermined by outcomes and deliverables, lost themselves behind emails and vlaue chains leading to very visbile departmental prostituion. These public servants I think are best described as ¡°bots¡±. Sometimes theres 7 of them sometimes theres 70 of them. I once asked one balding and patchy young strapping lad what he thought of the parliamentary protests and he shrivelled up and told me he took 7 days off to weep. I asked what a baton to the face meant for insubrodiantion and he said ¡°the police have cute dog videos on linkedin¡±. I pressed I said ¡°Most exellent man, are you who are a citizen of Wellington, the greatest of cities and the most fmaous for wsidom and power, not ashamed to care for the admiration of state power and wealth and repression, when you neither care nor take thought for the marginalised and justice and perfection of the soul?¡± He wishperied with a lisp and what used be camp or metro sexual but I guess is really just a little gay nasaly nonviolent nuncupation, no, nattering newspeak ndsaid ¡°No, not at all.¡± When I then asked for a timleine, he cited, with scrunced eye brows clsed in mental agony, that the best he could do was give me ¡°a fortnight from the next fornight¡±. Or ¡°at least five casual fridays from now.¡± I suggested that he pay for my report and then put his name on it, I just needed his previous report to base my report on. He said ¡°fantastic!¡± and put me in touch with another consultnt and galloped off in a laugh with his lgbt lanyard rattling against a sushi bowl. The money came early. Ineptitude is a punch down when writing the public service but truth be told in Pynchon¡¯s tongue that way up there in the mignight lights of the scafolded beehive are a million beureaucrats in vegan slippers dilligently plotting death ( and some of them even know it !). This alll done woth my perfectly grmamatcial recommendatsions speeding it all up. And some of them even know it ! Exposition given lets taste the body and blood of the present. Eagre unread emails the lethragic¡¯s medium of choice. Re: Webinars. Hi Warhol, Hope you are feeling better ! Attendance needed. Your writing style would be well appreciated to take the notes for today¡¯s sessions. Reproduce for circulation EOD. Ta. 8:59am laptop dies. Nte tkaing on the notes app, liseing cameraoff on zoomapp: Rawleighs Consulting Fortnightly Team Meeting Minutes. Topic: Public service guest talk, ¡°How to provide policy advice in a world of change.¡± Chair: Boss. APologies: Danielle, Sue. Minute Taker: Warhol. ¡°Settle down. Settle down. Are you all joined up there online? Right well let¡¯s have aquick karakia teamies !¡± It is a sight to behold a room full of 30 consultants whispering a prayer. Pick a spot on the opposite wall and cringe for 2 minutes. You could shoot a man by eye contct. A 9am presentation of mdeium term fincial position is of course a natural cremeony to bwgin with an ancient incantation invoking spiritual guidanc and protection. I never said lip service. Company update: Policy team: Congrats to Vicky for her promotion! Jezebel is pregnant. Farewell to Marge. Webinar learnings have been shared and training course was fun. Bertha presents to the climate change board today. Vince and Sandra are helping local body councils with pro bono work. Shoutout to everyone helping the iwi. Evaluation team: Third provider to help interviews with Pacific peoples. Milestones: community alcohol levy evaluation has been put in. Huge work to get to this point. Katy your assessment of it: ¡°Alcohol is bad. There are lots of reasons why it¡¯s bad. There are hopefully a few things we can do about.¡±Celebrating Eve¡¯s marriage as well. $250K project won from health, $100K from the other part of health, $300K from the evronemnt, etc. Yada yada I shall cut short for brevity (for remeber, I am an artist!). The minutes are verbatim (admittedly taken by an artist). But let¡¯s digress, as I haven¡¯t much time and while art might be the cream on my coffee Rawleighs Consutling is my bread and butter. This tedious minutiae contonues with all the names of those living way up there in the new builds outside common life. Three Steves, a Stacy or two, Kylies and Graces the kind that will spit ¡°what do you do for living¡± also known as ¡°hello¡± at your barbeque and wed themselves in the majesties of work husbands and wordles. Next up owtihout further ado the wonderful Diane. ¡°How to provide policy advice in a world of change.¡± Senior Policy Advisor Diane Diana-Dianson. Public servant. 20 years of experience. Beady eyed abyss skinned emailer with oat milk latte in habd. She evidenced rhe slowonset degradation of what were once laughs into now oddly voluminous poken word exhales. ¡°It¡¯s all about making policy advice better. Short terminism is an identified problem with policy advice. Part of my job is facilitating the bureacracy of the system. Our mission is to build a high performing policy system. Twenty years of experience means I¡¯ve seen it all. The higher up the lights are on in the Beehive, and the later it is, the worse the crisis the following morning (ha ha !)¡± It was Diane who invented the social distancing rules over pinot gris and whiteboard markers. ¡°Our focus is on¡­ 1. Improve and extend Policy Project frameworks, tools and guidance 2. Promote awareness and use of Policy Project frameworks, tools and guidance 3. Support agencies to build policy capability and improve quality of advice 4. Build and maintain an active policy community 5. Operate at the policy stems level: include a long term insights briefing that finds paying policy writers more will lead to better quality policy advice 6. Monitor and evaluate performance and respond to findings.¡± Coffe poour. Laptop still dead. On the phone listening on the phone writing (¡°The surace of writing is no longer dead white¡­¡±) But I digress, dear diane: ¡°High-performing policy agencies¡­ 1. Understand what quality policy advice is 2. Ensure policy staff have skills needed to deliver quality advice 3. Diagnose and plan to improve organisational policy capbility. This new focuus and criteria aa came out under my wacth.¡± This new focus and criteria ll came out nder Diane¡¯s watch. ¡°On the role of people¡­ People matter but they are not enough. what is a mere person without a mechanism? All good frameworks have multiple layers. Context and analysis, arm in arm, birth a happy brood of advice and action. The next version of the thing provides more detail. This detail arrives in an army of hexagons. If you want more detail around what free and frank advice means, check the bulletpoints. Before we respond and provide advice, we must consult the checklist. We compose a self-assessment on the quality of our policy advice, and this comprises the data of our system. And then this forms the basis of our policy system. Self-assessment is the bedrock of quality policy advice.¡± Clap react in the chat. What is insight like this if it cannot produce a virtul clap? The nobel prize of 9am knowkedge. ¡°On the policy improvement framework¡­ The policy improvement framework relies on ¡°some knowledge¡± but also ¡°applied skills¡±. We added 20 key areas to the triangle policy skills framework. I had the genius insight of saying the education system is broken. No one else knew this. In my perception I also noticed that the healthy system was struggling a bit. One never needs to say why ¡ª that¡¯s an assumption. Go to town on the risks. On additional resources¡­ Flagging the fact that there is an additional policy methods toolbox. In fact there are many more resources. There are even resources on the resources. If you google it you should find it. The voice of community is evidence. Fund the generation or creation of evidence if it doesn¡¯t exist yet, so it can support your point. On the policy capability framework¡­ Now there is also a policy capability framework which asks questions, inquiring philosophically into the ¡°customs centricity¡±. Everything matters, but a really good agency focuses on the light grey square. But there a number of other things that matter in the boxes, which then requires an additional resource that looks at ¡°elements¡±, ¡°lead questions¡±, ¡°lines of inquiry / indicators¡±, and asks questions such as ¡°where are we now?¡±, ¡°where do we want to be?¡±, and then the really important part: ¡°what will we do to get there?¡±. The aim is to identify strengths saying ¡°good on us!¡±. We¡¯re looking for things we don¡¯t even talk about. While this is aimed at a government policy agency, there are insights for you people as well.¡± Question time. Time to face the music. We are in the harsh bitter season of performance reviews so the ¡®cyclists¡¯ clamour. Cyliststs is a term often used for employees who bow down to those above them and trample those below. Question One: What is ¡°free and frank¡± advice? ¡°For me, the core of it is telling ministers what they need to hear rather than what they want to hear. But this isn¡¯t always the case. I can think of an example of when I was at Corrections concerning the sex offenders registry and after 2 months research I had to tell the Minister that the opportunity cost for stopping sex offending was too high. Took me a while to build up support within the system for my advice. The key point was saying that within a day a journalist could get the same information. This was for Minister Childs. So upon this, they went ahead and cut it. It¡¯s about being tactful and firm. The other anecdote that sticks in my mind, walking back from the Terrace after dishing advice that the Minster didn¡¯t want to hear, was the statement ¡°I want to be respected not liked¡±. I changed jobs after my advice was rejected. Didn¡¯t want to stick around to hear what the feedback was later. I was happy once she knew, I¡¯d done my job.¡± ¡°Question Two: What is an analytical framework?¡± ¡°Whatever you want it to be, in support of your point.¡± ¡°Question three: Is rewriting advice key if faced with opposition from the Minister?¡± ¡°Any time I talk to someone when they say they rewrite advice to get a result, I worry this means that we have no free and frank advice. But hey, I am an optimist in life (ha ha !)¡± ¡°Question four: Last week we presented a policy advice webinar and a lot of the questions were about what quality engagement means, especially when you¡¯re moving at pace. Are you surprised about this?¡± ¡°No, I am not. I have always said to people when asked my thoughts on policy analysis: whether you¡¯ve got 6 months or 2 days, there should still be the same quality of time spent on these things. It is better than nothing after all. Also I ask myself, how can I use the networks I¡¯ve got through branches and the joys of technology? We haven¡¯t got all day, but we can communicate quickly these days to tap into the networks we already have. Thank you.¡± This notetaker pretty much got the gist of it. now last 10 minutes new staff tell us a bit about yourself. mornign tea will be ready for those in the office in a jiffy. My name is walter/lucy (I onfess I cant remember). I live in the city. I have a cat paddles. I go to the gym. I enjoy the weekned markets. I like to go tramping. I like to read my kindle. I like equality. I like to eat brunch. I like empowerment. I like netflix. I like the all blakcs. I like to travel. I want to save the world. Annnddd I¡¯ve done 9,000 steps today!!!!!! Honest not poor folk. So honest we never had a single diagreement becuase it is an open secret that today¡¯s consultnats are only the executors of the impulsional imperatives of capital (if Mr C says jump I say how high?).My kin chop time from you while chopping the dead weight and implanting bold viisons of technology under your new emphasis. We put the screens in the libraries and ipads in thehopstal waitroom. In fact we took about seventy thousand nurses¡¯ wages and put them in our dividiend. We give our best through learning and growing together to be better together. We raid the fruit bowl. We run in our allocation of lunchtime. We even tell a story of our weekend spilling social skills all over our desks. We go electrofishing in the treasury for social values. We have no experience of making anything substantial or enduring. We live in a world of abstractions and images, a simulated world that consists in spreadsheet models of reality. We are in the business of converting seven and one half demoninations of unaudited time into exorbiatant chrage out rates into coutnless recomendations into a contract extension into a new EV and a third rental. We can justify anything and achieve absolutely nothing. We are agile. Now of course I can¡¯t remeber all the bits that made it in, however consider me Kinbotean. plus I was distracted by some private love reacts. But enough politics. Meeting finished. Notes takne. Presentation in 2 mins. Laptop back again. Work phone recording. There are people waiting in the lobby. Gather rouund children sit down a listen. My rpresntation. My virtual presneation. Me on the mic. All in a morning¡¯s work really. Prepare to be consulted. Spitting lies in capitalised disbelief. Writing is cognitively challenging, so get your story straight verbally before you wirtie. My turn now, for it is I who holds the power of the mute button. Yours truly, as speaker with chrage out rate of appx. $300 per hour (depends on the clinet). ¡°Hello hello, are you all joined up there online? Wow where is ervyone zoomin in from? What a beautiful backgroudn you¡¯ve got Matt, looks liekt there¡¯s sunny weather out there. Whereabouts are you? North Dunedin, beautiful place. Lucky lucky. Howzit up here? It¡¯s all windy wellington, living up to the name. Can¡¯t beat it on a good day though. Amanda that looks like a steaming coffee in your hand. No it¡¯s actually guava-extract decaffienated essence of elderflower cinemon-infused obsidian tea? What a drop! The builders are aournd so on mute. no problemo. Few people stremain gin now. Great jersey there Simon. Up the Wahs ! Appreciate everyone giving up their morning hour for this event. We¡¯ll just wait a couple mins to get the stragglers. One thing I want to just acknolwedge at the outset, is how improessive it is that the Public sector has really got behind this mahi. i have alwas admired the policy writer¡¯s willingness to learn. It often sets them apart. And just while we¡¯re still joinging, it relly is a pleasuer to work closely across the sector to spread this important message.This makes for high quality policu advice, which is amazing and leads to an incredibly resilient public service overall. Few more now. Ok this looks great. Woohoo without further ado welcome one welcome all. Kia ora koutou. It is wonderful to have you join us for this important k¨­rero today. We have over 500 people joining from all acrosss the motu today. An dthank you very much to those who are jining us for the evry first time. For those of you unware, We are Rawleighs COnsulting a Trans-Pacific consultancy dedicated to making a positive impact in communities. Just ebfreo we begin a Bit of housekeeping. I am recording this in my flat to really nail noise levels and I have been a touch under the weather so please also excuse my voice. WHat¡¯s more, I¡¯ve also had an unfortunate diagreement with my personal phone this moring and It¡¯s currently sitting in rice. Would you blieve it? So I¡¯m glad to join you all and I hope to be exempt from any more tech trouble ! SOme house rules: We will have alive chat box for quesetions. Feel free to place your questions in theert at any time, and I will address them at the close of each section. I aim to speak to the slides which aredesigned to shpae the thought here. We are aiming to use the full 45 mins. In the middle of things we will have a quick 2 min break. By the end of this session you wili be better eqipped and prepared to combat misnfomrtaion and disinformaiton with the clrarity of your wiritng in your public service reports and cabinet papers. Introduction. Just a littl ebit about me. My name is Warhol and today I will be presenting on plain lanugage writing. I¡¯ve been policy writing non stop for 5 years. I have policy coming out of my ears. I am a tained barrister of the law and have a strong passion for wiritng. I am a writing prize recipient, scholar and have writieen submissions for a host of clietns across the public sector. I have immense respect for breaking complext porblems into tdelvierable outcomes. I pride myself on clarity and simplicyt. I have wrttien cabinet papers and reveiws and policy that is strong as an ox. In all the writing products I have produced, I am cofniednt tht I have xpresed myself in plain terms. Now on the cahrge of dropping a bit of Camus into the consumer advoacay consultation submission on energy hardship; well there I am a guilty man ! But trust me whna I say of all the work I preoduce it with clarity forn t of mind. After all if it cannot be expressed clearly, it cannot be expressed. In my free time I like to read and walk up various hills. If there¡¯s no intiial questions, let¡¯s rip into it. Purpose. The Purpose of this presentation is to explain the elationship between plain lanugage and misinformation/disunformation. We want to remove that grey area where misinformatino lurks, as this is the difference between good policy and poor policy. Or life and death. Problem definition. What are the feautres of good writing? What really knocks the socks off the cleintele and gets our ministers lending their ears? Plain lanugae. Undeniable lanugae. The lanugae so clear you can see straight through it. Rember alll writing is commercial writing. We want to spread lanuggae that is digestible to experiets and non experts alike. Be literal and ddirect. Resist the urge to be creative or metaphorical. Abstract concepts ca make your reader lose interest. Our purpose here is to improves the ffectivness and acocuntability of the public eservice. We want acceessible texts for public eyes, with clear intesnions, nice and concise. Rock solid advice in fact ! You know it wehn you see it dont you ? But how do we make it ourselves? SLide OnE: Content It¡¯s best to ebgin by asking: What¡¯s the context? Denmark at war, trouble brewing. What¡¯s the issue? Murder, incest. What are we going to do about it? Revenge. Whag does the deicison maker need to worry about (what are the risks)? certinaly imprisonment, but usurpation must only occur with an admission of the killer¡¯s guilt in a formal setting. WHat needs to happen next (identiify the decisions and actions required)? Action, in the first place, and then referbaly a quick vengeance followed by a gratifying ascension to hte throne. And the prince lived happily ever after. Now some specific tips. Purpose statement: Prince Hamlet has feigned madness. He is pretending to be mad because he is impotent and thus putting off action. His charcter is easily explained. Keep it short two-3 snetences is fine. Explain Why the reader is getting the advice: in your capcity as decision maker, there is no need for you to explore the text furhter. Explian the anlaytical frameworks used and define assessment criteria: there¡¯s a longstaiding consensus that impotence is the theme of the tragedy, and by studying the most ocmmon words used by each character it is clear that in all opiionns the Prince is fakemad. PLus academic consisus considers consensus to be expertly approved. And wev¡¯ve got a question in the chatbox alradY. 10:07 AM Hannah (Ministry of Health): ¡°What do we do when there¡¯s ambiguity?¡± Extremely Perceptive question, Hannha from Helath. this is a very common problem. I believ in the old cut it down and interpret peice by piece until ambiguity is squished to inexistence. Asumme your way out of trouble and slither towards generality. Phone a friend if necessary. Slide Two: Language and Style What makes for acceptable language and style? We¡¯ll start with a simple one: use common words. You are all intelligent poeple my learned friends, but in the public service we can certianly do without the sesquipedalian and scullion cetainly not murther nor malefactions or pigeon-liver¡¯d. We don¡¯t need the myriads when we¡¯ve got the manys (ha ha !) In terms of sentence structure: Subject - Action (Verb) - Object works everytime. ¡°Emily through the ball¡± or a favourite line: ¡°I¡¯ll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past¡±. Now the active voice is your best friend. Make love to the passive sparingly. These changes were welcomed by pariticpants is not worth pariticpants welcomed these change. and the polyc team will develop a strategic plan not A strategic plan will be devleoped. Not to be or not to be but not to be or be not to be nor not to be or not to be but to be. explain acronyms and limit their use. keep paragraphs and sentences short. use gender neutral lanugage. use people¡¯s terms for themselves. A really crucial point: use corrrect spellling, grammar and punctuation ¡ª zero defects ! Remmeber gramma is the sign of perfection, and that¡¯s what we¡¯re after. I think the Bard certianly syffered from the aubse of the comma (ha ha !) And our last little number: no jargon ! Deployability and building blocks and core competiencies and results driven key perfomance indicators, well the missions creeped through the key dependices and opened up the eimplentation gates. Keep it simple folks! Are we sure we can be happy that social protection has been subjected to critical disucsisions over the years, partly becuase of neoliberal reforms leading to the privatisation, commodification and fincnailiastion of public goods, especillay in the area of wellbeing? I mean really, do we need a flourish in every entraance? (ha ha !)The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. And wev¡¯ve got a question in the box again. Great work team keep them coming ! 10:15 AM Anonymous: ¡°In my experience, a report¡¯s basic task is laying bare any sort of conventionality. It is the experience of all that is vulgar and falsely stereotyped in human relationships. All ideological forms, that is, instituions, become hypocritical and false. While real life, denied any ideological directives, becomes crude and bestial (introducing falsehood). The language and style in the immediate soliloquies following ¡°Exeunt, all but Hamlet¡± indicate that he is not mad but simply a troller (jester not a clown) and run contrary to your assertion that simple language should be tkaen to mean what it says. Just worried you are misleading us here? Please explain.¡± ¡°Shrewd and a rahter ocmplex point but I will touch upon it. A text must clearly define the problem or opprtunity. We are reflecting stakeholder persectives and so must present our evidence and data, and outly any assumptions, uncertainiteis or gaps. The scenes you mention, are characterised by divided language. He is of course wondering the rooms alone, without any other character nearby and therefore the text speaks primarly to the adudice. With stichomythias staining the laguage it is clear that the ausidence is misappreciated and the text becomes mudled. All the tell tale signs of poor wiritng ! Now I hope that was adequte, but sing out with any further qauetsion and I will address them in time. Slide Three: Structure Templates are the aim of the name. A Preexisting Hamlet text about revenge was certainly in exitence. Why be original when you can just tear up the past? (ha ha !) Have an executive summary ready for anything over 3 pages. Use culear statement headings that emphasise your key message: ¡°something is rotten in the state of Denmark.¡± Use linking sentences to connect pargrpahs together: ¡°My thoughts be bloody, or be nothign worth¡± and break up the text with bulltet points or Ophelia in song. Basically go with Exce summary then background then asepcific sections then clonclusions then reocmmendations. Don¡¯t make it long. Who wants to read a brick? 30,000 words is overdoing it. Diagrams are key. ¡°And wev¡¯ve got a couple question sin the box again. Great work team keep them coming ! 10:20 AM Anonymous: ¡°The Tragedy is strucutred around isolated soliloquies, which are themselves structureless. Whatever happens outside Hamlet¡¯s mind in these 5 instances is quite incidental to the text. These are his online forums, where he can shout and moan into the void. It is mistake to consider these as anything more than his jaded state of mind in flux. The Prince is a poster, unremarkable in any sense from the common social media user. Or from any person who has shared user generated content. And thus the text is as structured as a profile or wall, which is to say ¡°what¡¯s on your mind¡±, or structureless. Your practical approach to communication spoils the quality of expressive means, and leads us to a false conclusion.¡± ¡°Not so much a question this one, but a coupele beif thoughts. Can you please explain why a five act play has 5 parts? For this must be evidence of structure. As for your rather leftfield reading of modernity, our man here is quite cearly impotent becuase what he is saying is not written down as ¡®Hamlet stabs the King¡¯. SO therefore anything said outside this must of cousre be soem Freudian induced hesistation. I have a great admiration for the rather elaborate thematic deficiencies of the Prince, whcih I would be happy to take offline. 10:23 AM Emily (Ministry of Social Development): ¡°Having a template will help me out a lot. First thing I¡¯m writing after this great presentation. Thanks¡± Tautoko Emily! templates are terrific. ANd all assignation of literary criticism should be reserved solely to spotting which templates are used. Rather Tarantinonian. How gratifying is it so say ¡°ahh I ahve seen that before¡± instead of the boring effort of saying ¡°now that is surely somehting I have never seen before¡± (ha ha !) Slide Four: Process The process of wirign can be hard but it need not be. We answer a few basic questions. Think about your reader: who are they? No doubt an educated wordy fellow with a refined eye distractd only by love for the bookform and calculating the hweight of literary excellence in his morning coffee. Or she may be forund spedning summer evenings with a novel and perusing the dicitonary by candle light. I think them phoneless and completely undistractd at the very elast. They are a wordle wizz and as pateinent as a metlink commuter.They are also willing ot put themselves through whole chapters of tedious ruminartions on things seen on twtter and said by someone funnier because books that are good are books that are connected to the online sphere. Patricia Lockwood is a geat example of this. She wrote it all on a phone? Very impressive. Our very own ELeanor Catton¡¯s Birnam Wood leverages this foundation. Remeber readers are more than happy to withstand a needlessly wellconnected blogger who has turned his post divocrce mental crisis or coooking diaries through a lanugage model, got it publichsed and then thought ¡®wow I really am the new Joyce¡¯ (ha ha !) What do you want the reader to do as a result of reading the advcie? Revenge, revolution or respect. Naur this next one is a biggie: what are you trying to say? Know what your story is before you start witing it. Have it written before it¡¯s written. Have time for peer reveiw. Show it to your manager¡¯s manager and anyone but your fam. And finally give it one last read aloud ffor sense bfore finalising: ¡°O Heaven ! A beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn¡¯d longer¡±. Ask yourself, is the content watertight? If antyig sounds wrong, if antying is without precedent cast it aside. Criticise and play it safe. A good rule of thumb is to make a repeated remark throughout your report that the probem, the stakeholder engagement, the country, the department, the world, the setting, the phone, the kingdom is absolutely positively A-ok and nothing is remotely wrong at all. This of course helps for the digestibility of your workd. In fact, going so far as to labelling an issue or a character ¡°good¡± and another ¡°abd¡±, helps with audience retention. For example, Prince Hamlet is a liar and therefore he is bad. Whereas Claudius, based on the text given, never says a word out of turn to anybody and is rather admirable. Here I want to streess moving from the most general idea to the most specifc idea. We are in the business of themes peopel ! So make it easy for your reader. Save them time. tell them what it¡¯s all about before you¡¯ve even begun. prefably in generalities, the details never matter. EVen the wikipedia summary can even be summarised fruther. Detials are dangerous and unnecessary. A couple mroe questions in the chatbox: 10: 27 AM Graham (Ministry for Women): ¡°Is this being recorded? I hope so, because I¡¯m missing a lot of great content through buffering...¡± ¡°Hi Graham! It¡¯s because the feed is too high definition for your internet. To solve this problem hover over the video, in the bottom right select the cog and choose a lower video quality option, taking it off auto which is what causes the skipping.¡± 10:30 AM Anonymous: ¡°Consciously speaking to the audience is perceived as inauthentic. In his soliloquies, where Shakespeare is at his most lengthy, it is clear that private performance is still a performance and like the rampant poster, there is no neat divide into truth and falsehood. Moreover, his speech is not mere self-deception or reassurance, but it is simply the release of catch-and-release. He soaks up the anxieties of external thought and bleeds it out into pureform unreasoned relics of mental vomit and the scholars pick thruogh it like sparrows. The idea of the audience as a stable entity that congregates around a media object has been displaced with interpretive community, ¡°fandom¡± and participatory culture. These are concepts that assume small, active, and highly engaged groups of people who don¡¯t just consume content but produce their own as well. We are Hamlet on our message boards and thus he is not a one dimensional liar or madman. If he is mad, he is as mad as the poster, whether anonymous or celebrity. There is no disctinction between audience and author. It is quite impossible to diagnose a person¡¯s sanity based on the posts they write. And I think this presentation is overestimating the connexion between authorial psyche and produced content. You would be wise to reread the text completely.¡± ¡°Very intersting and mutifaceted assertion here, but in my expertise I think this is rather shortsighted narrowminded and off topic consideration. The man is feigning madness for he himself says ¡®I¡¯m feigning madness¡¯ somewehre in ther. PLuts it¡¯s widely agreed. As for the integration of modern forms of expression. Totallty irrelvant. The online forums, the tumbling mediums of blogged thinkpol, are immaterial to the content provided. It is so very clearly is stated in the text by many parties, in fact a mojority of parties thta the man is fake. And so in the instance, of the majority of diegetic charters saying he¡¯s faking it, the scholars saying he¡¯s faking it and Hamlet himself sayiing he¡¯s faking it, well I am sorry sir or madam or they/them, but it is celar that the majoirty is vindacated here. I am also supported by AI on this matter. Okey dokey. Thanks guys we¡¯ll take a quick 2 min break. Grab a cuppa or have a stretch. I am a licensed mental helath aadvocate. I support atrisk yyouth. I relaly enjoy sharing insights and tips about metnal health. Specifcally our work focuses gaianig confidence to be abel to hae courageous concersations with people you are concerned about. I teach a weekly community course about recignsiging the signs of disllsiconment and mental healht issues. I then provide tools for architecting effective intervention, with a foucs on youg men. We have helped many youn gpeople solve their issues with breathing exercises and goal setting. I really do have a passion for mindfulnessss and stress conmprtmentalisation. Please feel free to turn on tune in or drop out. Close your eyes. Bring yourself to awareness of the present moment. Feel the carpet under you or the chair uspporting you or your slippers warming you. You are in the right place, right now. Take a deep breaht in through your nose, allowing your belly to expand. Count to four as you inhale. Hold pase for memoent. And now exhale. Take a breath again , in throu your nose, hold two-three-four, and getly exhale. Followwhatever feels most cofortable in the rthym of your breathing. Bring your attetntion tot he top of your head. A warm wave gushes¡ª ¡°Sniped him, he¡¯s low like 10 hp. I¡¯m rushing cover me another team rotating out of Salty Springs. SOlo guy pressing north. Yeah man I diin¡¯t knw whtat this guy¡¯s tlking baout but my manager made me go and it¡¯s paid hour off work so I¡¯m keenn to get a W in. I¡¯m pushing, see if you can flank east. ¡± ¡°And I think you¡¯ve got your mute button off there Johnathan, Johnathaon¡ª ¡°I¡¯m pusing . I¡¯m pushing. Fuck this solo guy¡¯s loks sweaty as fuck. Dude¡¯s double ramping. Fuarrrk me it¡¯s john wick. reeeeeeeeee Bro hit me with a boogie bomb and then one shotted me with the desert eagle. reeee and he¡¯s only gone and flossed on my corpse. Have my gold scar then you sweaty fuck. Fuarkk man these guys should be banned from Fortnite. GGs. Yeah I have shuold have time for anoter couple games¡ª¡± ¡°Hey Johnathon, sorry yep do you mind your mic¡¯s still on. Yep off now thanks. Alrighty I might just call the break there. OK welcome back team. As I said at the start, we¡¯re now moving onto into disinformation/misnonfromation section. Here we are asking: HOw cna organisations prepare themselves to cmbat it the spread of Misinformationdisinformation? And How do we ensure policy does not contribute to the climate of mistrust presently brewing in communities around Aotearoa? Now people. I want to quickly point out. And relaly preface this part of the presentaiton by saying these may be terms that not a lof opel may have heard before. disinformationmisinformation. They are big ones with critical social, cultural and poltical implications not only fro ateaoroa new zealnd but for social democracy more broadly and the idea of the international rules based order. Whic are of course the drving logical foundations of the world of course. But most improtantly, Misdisinformation damages the relationship between social connectedness and trust. And so I want to begin with a quiote from then prime minister Jacinda Ardern after the 2021 vaccine mandate protests: ¡°today it will be our job to understand how such a group of people could succumb to such wild and dangeours mis and disfinformation.¡± And she talked about how many of us have dseen misdismisinformation and dismissed it as conspriacy. And so what we saw with the vaccine protests was a small portion of society had not only believed this information but had actuallya cted upon it in a very extreme and violent way. And so we have a juorney that we need to go on to now try to understand that. Slide Five: Why does disonfrmation/misonfrotmate matter? This mahi is more relevant than ever as we have seen recently an uptick in misleading information created with the intent to cause to hattrm, or which could reasoble be expected to harm, polticiains and pblic servants. The recent AUT survey on media bias showed that 87% believe the news is "biased and unbalanced". Now obviously this issue is far rnaging and so I¡¯m keen to restrcit ourselves to the relevance of dismisfromation in the ocntext of policy writing. For ecample, You will ntice that in the play within the play, Hamlet commentates to Ophelia the words of the players. This is a choice example of opinionate critica disourse presented as truth and must be separsated from objective fact. This is hghly reckless. I see we¡¯ve got a comment in the chat: 10:35 AM Victoria (Ministry of Justice): ¡°Hello from Palmy! I still remebr wathcing the protests unfold on screen. It was very scary. I¡¯ve never seen anything like it in little NZ!¡± ¡°Victoria your feeling is entirely valid. These were deplorable actions from a minroity of extremely disillusioned and unhelpful agitators. I have it on good authroity that should a protest happen again, it will be shut down befreo it can even begin. Which is great ! Slide six: how it works Mistidistinformationmation is shared at speed. Operates within an infomraiton vacuum. And often links to preexisting sterotypes about cultures and races that are deeply culturlaly ingrained. It is reactionary styff mostly ! As policy writers, you can avoid this by never hastening to wrtie reports about issues abd events that occur quickly. WHile admittedly, the internet is omewhat fast and the publication of content is user generated and commercially driven, and the promotion of cotnent is determined by an algorithm that feeds of enegagement, which prevetns verfiicaiton of inforamtion and encourgaes the promotion of material designed to mislead by inciting latent prejudices and rebounding tenfold emotionally charged beliefs, which constantly refresh in an infinite scroll of supercomputered attetnion harvesting amalgamtions of information and image that are in every sense liable to manufacture by not merely unnamed bad actors but ny individual with access to a device for the purposes of intense insant dissemaniation adding to expoential pool of every single possible type of inforation presented on a sceen, but this notwithstanding, us policy wrtiers need to remain calm and write our very lucid assessments for our very wise ministers in a very patient fashiopn. One of the things I love about being a consultant is writeing reports for governemtn and ministers that tend to support a well thought out governemtn response to that issue.Especially the reports that note it as something to be acted on at some future point. I see we¡¯ve got another comment in the chat: 10:40 AM Anonymous: "William Shakespeare never once cropped the content of his dramas to play to particular selected crowds. Low and high classes mixed in his audience (admittedly separated by location but in the same building nonetheless). You cannot hope to reach closer to truth by simplifying language. Simplifying both by choosing common words or by shortening the length of information does nothing to convey truth. On the contrary, the notion that truth can be derived from any stream of information is a fool¡¯s mistake. That it can be chopped by a particular audience into statements of fact. That in commenting, clarifying, collating opinions of the masses, of fact checking and source verifying, that truth will be illuminated. There is no such thing in a pool of 60 words of truth of any consequential matter. There is no distinction between the schizophrenic and sane man¡¯s twitter profile posts. Infromtion is just infromation. The commanders orders and the orgin of the universe and the school shooter¡¯s manifesto are all the same. You cannot community note the works that we receive. When one finally comes to terms with the fact that there is no truth in any informiton presented on a screen, only then can one provide advice to adequately overcome it.¡± ¡°Again less of question but his is a ptently false claim and I think encourgaed by a cloak of anonymity that is harmful to the obbject of torday¡¯s presentation. The consequences of such a perspective are world destroying. You say there is no truth in a screen¡¯s words, like that is a rebel¡¯s proclamtion. By ordering in a logical way the statements we offer about matters, we can build a coherent understanding of the arrangement of a set of facts and make informaed decisions. Does this take time, effort, signifncant manpower, corss referecning, recheckign, amalgamtig, incroproating new information and understanding cognitive biases? Yes I do believe so. Is this contrary to the entire fucntion of the internet and infromation accrual? Yes. But is a case of libel settled in an hour byt he whim of a pair of glasses in a whig? No. ANd in 500 years of Shakespearean analsysi, it is aslutley clear that we are building a picture of his work that suggests an attainment of absolute truth which is why we no longer require his work and he has now acquired the posiotn of relic. I apologise to the well emaning folks lisetning today, this is quite simply illogical feedback and harmful subject matter. I will remove this commetner from today¡¯s session. Slide seven: determine your source Ok . spotting the fake stuff can be tough but in the words of Shaquille O¡¯Neal: ¡°real eyes. realise. real lies.¡± coivd was a great example of a centralised infromation source. Government trust was strong and therefore news chenlled through it alone. To retain that level of government trust which is crirtical for low rates of misinformation, centrlasing news output helps. If it¡¯s outside governtment, no can do. Fugazi. What is great is flooding the news with experts. Experts believe this. Experts do this. You¡¯ll notice that bastion of verified informaiton, youttube, has great videos where a fictional text or script is analysed for accuracy. Ibelieve an ex-convict helpfully mythbusted the third act jailbreak of a geologicallysteroided Hollywood star¡¯s recent vehicular blockbuster. This is a critical service. And I tlike to think you wonderful policy people, are in a similar position. How to we mythbust polictics? How do we consolidate social cohesion? We are of course trying educate on common processes to find common ground and promote common understnidn with common lanugage among ocmmon people in common communtiies of common credos for common intentions by common emotions. Wisely guided algorithms are the eky to this. Thus all inforamtion must assume an educative ole. It must state in no uncertain terms exactly what it is about. And to achieve this, material must be gathered and released constatnly outside of the ifnroatmtion itself, to restrain any discursive ambiguities. A report should have at least ten prior breifings, four drafts, a bag of supplemnatary papers and soem intern¡¯s summary. I think it is very likely that all newly arising governemtn info in the future will just be a aseries of videos and phtoos. Or at the very least, consolidating a reaction to widely ciruclated videos, not the event itself. Warnings are a start. But in the sphere of polict analyssi never once take trecoruse to descrive events in a way that suggests they may happen again. Thus a report must have 10 other reports. Perpetual drafts. Trailers change the film. SO finanly any ifnormation not in service of this educatoive goal is liable to be false and should be avoided. Policy writing must focus on sourcing it¡¯s outreach, it¡¯s figures and its data from government reports. And I think that concludes the formal part of the rpesentaiton. Ia m happy to take any final questions in the chat box 10: 44 AM Anonymous #2: ¡°You are by far, the worst reader of Hamlet I have ever encountered.¡± ¡°Thans everyone for lis4etning everyone, that concludes the session. Please leave any feedback in the survey at this link. 10:45 AM Caitlin: ¡°Thanks so much !¡± 10:45 AM Lynn: ¡°Nailed it, I have so many learnings to share with my team. Thanks Warhol!¡± 10:45 AM Ted: ¡°Beaut¡± 10:45 AM Jonathan: ¡°Awesome¡± 10:45 AM Graham: ¡°Cheers, great pres¡± 10:48 AM Vicky: ¡°Thanks Warhol, this will help my writing a lot¡± 10:49 AM Ayesha: ¡°Killed it.¡± [This zoom presentation has ended.] Webinar to webinar. Squarerroot of webinar = Webinarsqaaured. Now the following is a little bit more straightforward for I am a genuine listener and learner. And life¡¯s more fun when you¡¯re watching from a comfy cuck chair. But these notes suffer greatly from accuracy. full disclosure I had three videos in addition to my eyesight. A lot of people rely on these notes. Tap zoom code. Int. Meeting Topic: The Treaty of Waitangi in the Workplace. A self-paced workshop to gain a shared foundational understanding of Te Tiriti. Scduled: 11:00 AM Waiting for host to start the meeting Host Sign In Test Speaker and Mic Your Video Preview Handsome man, snow cheeks kissed by blonde. Zoom presentation lobby. This webinar will start in 5 mins. What got us here? Well for a start the abduction of a M¨¡ori woman by the NZ company. Although she was in title a senior consultant like any one of the other pink cheeked balds, only one month in, she was now the sole repositiroy of company position on every whic action concerning M¨¡ori, M¨¡oridom and indigenity in general and globally. Now if you please sign off oon this shaky engagement.¡°Overall the MInistry of Health did an effective job of protecting M¨¡ori communities during the pandemic (vacciantion rates, medical access, broader health outcomes notwithstansing)¡±. Now also sign off on the assignation of blame for this iwi and that iwi (¡°failed to make time to meet with the consultancy¡¯s review panel in a 2 week timeframe in early february¡±). To be fair to the company, the name of the salesforce program charting billable hours is in M¨¡ori and someitmes means ¡°One¡± and also means a ¡°full house¡± in Texas hold em. This counts as a Treaty principled decision (redress). I was in meetings where pepeha were clapped and a ¡°ka kite¡± was sold as deep expertise. For if I could tell you that an intern two months removed from relasing her M¨¡ori ancestry was written into contract as a specialist tikanga advisor would you believe me? I know some of you will. We got paid tikanga rates ! Nevermind the towel-poes I came along on ride alongs where 150000 K was spent on a report convicning deicion makers that M¨¡ori health outcomes were outside othe scope of the ministry of health. That if iwi had success it was the ministry¡¯s success and if iwi failed then they should have asked for help. Turns out they just need to be more efficient. Let¡¯s thin the fat. Let¡¯s remove all. And had I ever written ¡°te tiriti was considered and honoured¡± in this report or that report? Only every single week wiht my very loudest wordiest affirmations in the very smallest corner of those executive summaries (¡°Overall, within the scope of the terms of reference, Treaty principles guided the general decison making processes of the deparrtment¡±). It¡¯s very easy to say a ministry¡¯s consultation in Te Tairawhiti happened with sizeable, in-depth considered and menainguful engagement based on a 15 min zoom call from the comfort of my Newtown flat. You see performance assessments crafted a special kind of confinement for her. Expand her emotinal and social intelligence to become a better ¡®decision making architect¡¯. Identify and overcome pitfalls in ¡®devleoping wise judgement¡¯ and making ¡®effective decisions¡¯. Adopt skills for designing accountbaility systems for jusdgment and decision-making for ¡®gaaining support for her decisions¡¯. Ensure she is ¡®measured¡¯ in her commentary taking note of ¡®candour and audience¡¯, and ensures ¡®emotions are kept in check¡¯. Also work on all aspects of her ¡®comunication with senior leadership¡¯. She was to water it all down, code her tone let her words be checked for size and make her doubts come first. Now please lead the karakia. Say it again. And tomorrow and the next day. No reason, you are really good at it. Preach the new gospel of palatable Treaty interpretation. Water down water down water down. Whisper her suggestions but be preapred for the unpromtped pull awyas for the next p¨­whiri (turns out it¡¯s tomorrow morning sharp, lead it). Water down water down. Treaty is all about intention, or piciniples or generalised interpretation isn¡¯t it? Isn¡¯t it. Water it down. For isalnders, danger is always what comes from across the water. In the end they threw her straight into HR complaint purgaotry, buried in deferral in indefinite postponement like Kafka¡¯s K, until she was suffcated in isolation forced into announcing her resingation at which point 100 people asked if she was ok and that she was bravve and that she had their support at all times in the future, in the future. Anyway management felt bad or it had leaked a little (who I wonder!) and this was a wellbeing focused place so they sent the voluntary to a ¡®Treaty of Waitangi in the workplace¡¯ corporate course to buy some good faith. [Meeting started.] Enter 30 rectangles. 30 people. 30 p¨¡keh¨¡. in varying extents of pajamas. Some cough others are poruing steamy cups. A few dip in and out of black spaces with names in Helvetica. Some yeawn. Some are extremely alert shuffling papers. Some are talking off camera. Some have tarmac headphones with fluffy black mics. Others have white snails in their ears and others just ahve one snail. Some have eyes reading close into the camera, spasming from right to left. One is infront of egyptian pryramids. Another in the milky wya. A few are enclosed in a grey swarm of disfigured colour, sometimes becoming consumed by the fog. A few like me are looking chin down in a narrow vertical standing cube of thin vision. But most are all black squares with mic off. And one black space titled ¡°IT¡± exists in top right isolation. (A few mins go by and a cheerful man in front of planet earth asks) CHEERFUL MAN: Are you in the office Stacy? (Silent pause. Cough echoes faraway unmiced. Shuffle of industrial chair.) STACY: Yeah I¡¯m having a half and half day for a meeting. CHEERFUL MAN: Any life in there? STACY: Not really. a few partners were wondering aorund in the kitchen earlier. CHEERFUL MAN: (dubiously) might head in tomorrow. STACY: Good luck to you. (thinking) DId you read th ematerials? CHEERFUL MAN: The materials? STACY: yeah in the email. CHEERFUL MAN: The email? STACY: (coughs) Yeah it was sent a while ago. CHEERFUL MAN: Oh yes thee materials. (wondering) what did you think? STACY: Of the materials? CHEERFUL MAN: Yep the materials. STACY: Haven¡¯t seen them. CHEERFUL MAN: I¡¯d suggets it. STACY: Suggest what? CHEERFUL MAN: Seeing them. STACY: I¡¯ll see what they say. CHEERFUL MAN: They were vilutnary. STACY: The materials? CHEERFUL MAN: Readiing them. STACY: What about seeing theM? CHEERFUL MAN: Think that¡¯s voluntary too. STACY: What? CHEERFUL MAN: Seeing them and reading them are both volutnary. STACY: Seeing them can¡¯t be volutnary. CHEERFUL MAN: How so? STACY: Sight can¡¯t be voluntary. CHEERFUL MAN: Yeah it is. STACY: What if you blink? CHEERFUL MAN: Then you blink again. STACY: No, no, you misunderstand me. CHEERFUL MAN: Do I? STACY: I hope not. CHEERFUL MAN: How so? STACY: I can see the materials but I can choose not to read them. CHEERFUL MAN: But seeing them must count for something. STACY: Hmmn reminds me of another webinar I saw. CHEERFUL MAN: What did you see? STACY: The materials. CHEERFUL MAN: No no the other webinar. Did it have materails? STACY: I can¡¯t say. CHEERFUL MAN: But did you see them? STACY: It¡¯s very hard to remeber. CHEERFUL MAN: (with empathy). That¡¯s ok. (time passes) STACY: where is the host? CHEERFUL MAN: The host? STACY: Yeah for the meeeting. CHEERFUL MAN: I thought there were two hosts. STACY: Two hosts? Is that possible? CHEERFUL MAN: I can¡¯t see why not.(scrutinising) Submject to persmissions¡­ STACY: Why do you need permission? CHEERFUL MAN: No, no persmissions. zoom permissions. STACY: (indignant) Taht¡¯s what I said . CHEERFUL MAN: Hardly. STACY: Why? CHEERFUL MAN: (with authority) Permissions, as I understand them, are meeting permissions that affect the technical settings of the meeting. STACY: Really? CHEERFUL MAN: Yep I heard it said onece. STACY: Where? CHEERFUL MAN: In a meeting. STACY: Did you see them? CHEERFUL MAN: The amterials? STACY: What? CHEERFUL MAN: The permissions? STACY: Can you see permissions? CHEERFUL MAN: (with deference, and the naked ankle of the profound) Only sometimes. STACY: Where do you see them? CHEERFUL MAN: Through the eyes of host, I do bleive. STACY: Impossible. CHEERFUL MAN: Why do you say that? STACY: Impossible. CHEERFUL MAN: No it isn¡¯t. STACY: Well surely permissions are the same as permission. CHEERFUL MAN: No, no, they¡¯re not alike at all. Couldn¡¯t be more different. STACY: More different. How do you mean? CHEERFUL MAN: Permissions are the architecture of communicatoin, defining the spaces of interaction. Permission is the granting of the request of entry. STACY: I¡¯m not sure about that. CHEERFUL MAN: Doesn¡¯t matter if you¡¯re sure about it. STACY: How do you mean? CHEERFUL MAN: Well permissions exist regardless of your belief. STACY: I hope not. (silence. COughs. Time goes on.) STACY: Now two hosts did you say? CHEERFUL MAN: I beg your pardon. STACY: Did you mention two hosts earlier? CHEERFUL MAN: I have no idea. STACY: Well based on what I can remeber you metnioned two hosts. CHEERFUL MAN: I suppose that¡¯s true. STACY: True? CHEERFUL MAN: Yes. STACY: But you can hardly sya it¡¯s true if you don¡¯t remeber it. Truth cannot be supposed. CHEERFUL MAN: Possibly not. But I¡¯d like to think so. STACY: (relieved) That¡¯s fine with me. CHEERFUL MAN: Now I am sure there are not two hosts here currently. I am almost absoutely sure of that. STACY: How cna you be so sure? CHEERFUL MAN: Well the meeting hasn¡¯t seemed to start. STACY: How do you mean? CHEERFUL MAN: This meeting hasn¡¯t started. STACY: That¡¯s preposterous. Of course it¡¯s started. CHEERFUL MAN: Now why do you say that? STACY: Well otherwise what would you say this is? CHEERFUL MAN: This? STACY: This dialogue. CHEERFUL MAN: Hmmmmmnn. STACY: (breathes out, mentlaly considering) Maybe this is the meeting. CHEERFUL MAN: Impossible. STACY: Well what are we here for? CHEERFUL MAN: A meeting. STACY: And so to be exactly where we are. For exactly that. Well to me that means we are exactly where we are to be. And theerfore it must already be happneing. CHEERFUL MAN: The meeting? STACY: (voice distant) I would venture to be even more mroe radical I¡¯m afraid. CHEERFUL MAN: How so? STACY: I say the meeting starts with the materials. CHEERFUL MAN: Really. Why? STACY: Well the maeterials are what we¡¯re having a meeting over. CHEERFUL MAN: Do you really think so? STACY: I think it must only be so. CHEERFUL MAN: Interesting. I wil have to think about tht some other time. STACY: When? CHEERFUL MAN: At antoher meeing, I shhould liek to think then. STACY: All power to you. (both drink from a drink. Stacy a steel contraption as big as her face. The cheeful man from a dirty glass.) STACY: Now earlier you said something of drmatic interest. CHEERFUL MAN: Me? STACY: If not you, then who? CHEERFUL MAN: You might have seen it in the maetials. STACY: That is true. CHEERFUL MAN: Well, what is it? STACY: Well, and I waylayed on jumping headfirst into any substantial conclsioon. And an inner part of me has been off away from myself analysing this thought without me for some time. But it is this. I think it is beyond all reasonable doubt, in fact a critical impossibility, that there are two hosts currently with us. This is An impossibility I can ccaept. But a possibility I have been thinkng on is that tehre is one host already here. CHEERFUL MAN: Is there really? STACY: I beg only concisderation of the matter. CHEERFUL MAN: ANd how do you knwo this? STACY: Because I¡¯ve seen it. CHEERFUL MAN: It? STACY: IT, the host. CHEERFUL MAN: Where? STACY: Right up there on the top right sqaure. Labelled IT. CHEERFUL MAN: IT the black square are you our host? (Blank pause. Silent shuffle.) STACY: IT? CHEERFUL MAN: Mybe it is a dummy. STACY: A dummy. What do you mean? CHEERFUL MAN: Well as I recall, some hosts host through alterior mechanisms. They themselvs occupying ¡ª wht is it called? STACY: I¡¯m not sure. CHEERFUL MAN: (pride of an immortal) Ah swet goodness, it has come to me, occupying another device! STACY: (astounded) Another divice? How impresive. IT are you a dummy? CHEERFUL MAN: Now why would you ask such a thing? STACY: I¡¯m within my rights. CHEERFUL MAN: It¡¯s not a quesiton of rights. STACY: Now that isn¡¯t territory I should like to enter. CHEERFUL MAN: Well one cannot ask a device if it¡¯s a device. This is the first rule of being a device. STACY: Curious. I have cause to disagree but I¡¯m not sure precisely what over. CHEERFUL MAN: No matter. (silence. Coughs. Shuffling. IT appears camera off, mic on. Speaks) IT: Have you read the amterials? CHEERFUL MAN: I¡¯m sorry? IT: Have you read the materials? STACY: Is this the meeting now then? IT: The meeting? Of course it¡¯s the meeting. CHEERFUL MAN: Exciting. Well thnak you, please begin. IT: Oh no, you are mistaken. CHEERFUL MAN: How so? IT: I am the meeting host. But I am not the host of the meeting. STACY: Please exaplin. IT: I am the IT guy. STACY&CHEERFUL MAN: (in unison) The IT guy. CHEERFUL MAN: DO you have an indeication as to when the meeting may begin? IT: I should like to think it has already begun. STACY: It has? Great what an excitement. IT: But it hasn¡¯t probably begun. (Confsion nestles everywhere.) IT: We are in need of two more hosts. STACY: (speaking to C) I told you there were two hosts. CHEERFUL MAN: (Pondering arhimtically) But if there were two hosts why do we ned two more, shouldn¡¯t we only need one moe? IT: Correct. CHEERFUL MAN: Is this a stalemate? IT: I am the IT guy and host, but the hosts to arrive are not IT guys. They are the maeetign hosts. STACY: The agony. IT: they are the instructors . CHEERFUL MAN: (with extreme deference) Do you know when the hosts will arrive? IT: I will when they arrive. STACY: How so? IT: I will admit them when they are in the lobby. STACY: Why are they not in the lobby? IT: They are expereicning tech trouble. CHEERFUL MAN: (in ruins) Tech trouble. What a misery! STACY: Modern hunger. IT: It is unfortunate. STACY: Can you tell us why they haven¡¯t arrived? IT: No, I go by what the phone says. CHEERFUL MAN: What does the phone say? IT: That they have not yet arrived. CHEERFUL MAN: Very interesting. (whispers of micscrophone ehters and movement and camera statics) STACY: It says here that the Treaty envisions the retianing of sovereignty. is that true? IT: I¡¯d have to see tha mterials. CHEERFUL MAN: You haevn¡¯t seen the materials? IT: Is it the same one they sent ahead? If they are the ones sent ahead then they must be. STACY: But I am dying in struggle here for I am not sure we all have the same materials. IT: Why would you say such a thing? STACY: Well can we confirm the copies? CHEERFUL MAN: How can we do that? STACY: (typing exasperated eyebrows in close up) I can¡¯t share my screen. IT: Of you can¡¯t. (laughs and coughs) You¡¯re not the meeting host. STACY: But why not? IT: You haven¡¯t got the permissions to do so. CHEERFUL MAN: Hmnnn that is a concept I do almost understand. IT: There was a commuunciation about the materials. STACY: Really what did it say? IT: It was with the ones sent ahead. It said the materiasl are important. And will be discussed in the meeting. CHEERFUL MAN: (with not entirely muderouus rage) this is not sufficient! IT: what¡¯s nto suffcicient? CHEERFUL MAN: well we haven¡¯t started the meeting. IT: WOuld you like it sto start? CHEERFUL MAN: Well (timid) can you start it? IT: Yes i can start it. (does nothing) There we are, now the meeting¡¯s started. STACY: Well what do we do now? IT: It says here that you should disucss the materiasl. STACY: Where does it say that? IT: On the phone. STACY: Does it say anthing else? What should we discuss? IT: I¡¯m not an instructor. CHEERFUL MAN: (piecing ifnormaiton together) No you¡¯re a host. IT: That¡¯s the way I am. My mum says I have a computer mind. STACY: I beg your pardon? IT: I have a computer mind accoring to my mum. I have trouble with my words. STACY: I¡¯m sorry to hear that IT: Don¡¯t be. It¡¯s a high demand skill. Did you know that you can set different backgrounds? CHEERFUL MAN: Relaly? In this world? IT: Not possibel to be in another. CHEERFUL MAN: I suppose that¡¯s true. STACY: It says here that governorship is retained by the crown. Should we disucss this? CHEERFUL MAN: it¡¯s something we could ask ourselves. IT: Here are the feedback forms (prsents a pdf in the chatbox). STACY: Feedback forms for what? IT: The meeting. Now that it has begun. CHEERFUL MAN: The isntructors aren¡¯t here. IT: Doesn¡¯t matter I was told to distribute them when the meeting begins. CHEERFUL MAN: Well thnak you. IT: Complete them STACY: Now? IT: At the earliest avaible opportunitu. CHEERFUL MAN: (quizzical, wyes narrowed) Now when would that be? IT: That¡¯s for you to decide. STACY: Well it can hardly be now. We¡¯re still in the emeeting. IT: I thought you were waiting for the instructors. CHEERFUL MAN: I am. STACY: I am not. I¡®m here for the meeting. (Blinks from black rectangles, time continues.) CHEERFUL MAN: I seem unable to non-verbally communicate. STACY: How terrifying! CHEERFUL MAN: No, no, not all but I am a touch limited. IT: Let me see what I cann do. CHEERFUL MAN: What are you goign to do? IT: (does nothing) There it is. Try now. CHEERFUL MAN: Try what? IT: Non-verbally communicate. (The Cheerful Man raises hands to the skyand screams as loud as he can as if to summon rain in a drought having lost seven children to a plague. He throws a spider plant at the wall, and tips his mug of coffee on his head before smashing his left montior under what is presumed to be his feet.) IT: That¡¯s quite neough. CHEERFUL MAN: (despondent/gasping, either or it¡¯s up to you) What do you mean? IT: I¡¯m sorry I recind that statement.In the meantime just be yourself. CHEERFUL MAN: Be myself? How can I do that?¡¯ IT: It¡¯ll pass the time. STACY: (tears welling) The torutre¡­ CHEERFUL MAN: Perhaps they will not be able to arrive. IT: it¡¯s entirely possible CHEERFUL MAN: I have in me an even deeper darker worry. STACY: please don¡¯t say it at all. IT: I¡¯m here if there¡¯s any tech trouble. CHEERFUL MAN: Stacy let me not burst in ingorance. STACY: Please don¡¯t say it. CHEERFUL MAN: but I havent said it. STACY: yes but dont¡¯. not until the meeting has finsihed anyway. CHEERFUL MAN: Can I message you stacy? A bruden shared. STACY: Will it ruin me? CHEERFUL MAN: that can only be arranged upon tranmission of the text. STACY: I am not sure I have the stregnth. IT: The instructors will know what to do. CHEERFUL MAN: (magnanimous) IT I plead for your silnce I cnanot conetrate on my message! IT: I¡¯m always the IT guy but in war only, never peace. CHEERFUL MAN: Would it be rude of me to request you mute yourself? STACY: ABoltey ! How could you be so cuel? IT: I beg your aprdon! Shall I cut out my tongue ? CHEERFUL MAN: oh that was so dreadful of me. I do hasten to apologise. IT: Have I no resect! Have I no human concern ! I¡¯m a man of arithmatic ! I cannot stand for this ! STACY: What a nightmare. IT: it¡¯s not an easy job at all. I live chiefly in ruin, lower than a carcass more necessary than a monarchy. CHEERFUL MAN: I do hope to apologise at once. IT: it is not on a road of happiness that leads one to mastery of permissions. CHEERFUL MAN: I think you mean permission. (time goes on) IT: is this conversation helpful so far? CHEERFUL MAN: it¡¯s difficult to say. IT: but if you had to. STACY: It¡¯s a amtter for the feedback form. IT: I¡¯m not an instructor. I cnanot be mentioned. STACY: I was also going to suggest it. IT: you (whispering) haven¡¯t got the permissions (comiserating with himself). CHEERFUL MAN: I belive after 45 mins the law states a meeting must finish. STACY: is that so? IT: So it is true. CHEERFUL MAN: very soon I must turn off my camera. STACY: Really? CHEERFUL MAN: for I must send the message. STACY: What message? CHEERFUL MAN: this message (Stacy adjusts eys to corner of camera. Stands back in fear and exits the meeting) IT: Where did she go? CHEERFUL MAN: He¡¯s asking the same question again. IT: Have I spoken this before? CHEERFUL MAN: I¡¯m sure of it. STACY: (returns) The materials. IT: have you seen them? STACY: They are not the same. (The Cheerful Man screams, IT laughs and the meeting is cancelled.) Screen Protector Good morning/afternoon, you are with tech support. We are currently experiencing higher call volumes than usual. Your estimated wait time is approximately [number] minutes. Thank you for your patience. Good morning/afternoon, you are with tech support, how can I help you? Hello custoemr. 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IN THE SUPREME COURT OF NEW ZEALAND I TE K¨­TI MANA NUI SC 00/2008 [2008] NZSC 12 BETWEEN TECHNOLOGY (alive) Applicant AND LAW (dead) Respondent Court: Prendergast CJ, Minos J, Ginsburg R Counsel: G King for Applicant D Advocate for Respondent Judgment: 23 September 2008 JUDGMENT OF THE COURT[ "In its virtual truth, the law has already disappeared from the Earth.¡± [Nick Land, ¡°After the Law,¡± in A. Norrie (ed.), Closure or Critique: New Directions in] [Legal Theory (Edinburgh: Edinburgh University Press, 1993), 115.]] (A) The application for an extension of time to apply for leave to appeal is granted. (B) The application for leave to appeal is dismissed. REASONS The application for leave to appeal. [1] Following trial in the High Court at Wellington, the applicant, TECHNOLOGY, was found guilty of the murder of LAW.[ Your data may be processed and stored anywhere in the world.] They were later sentenced to life imprisonment with a minimum term of 17 years[ Author¡¯s note: feel free to edit the pronouns, I¡¯ll be using they/them for simplicity¡¯s sake.]. The Court of Appeal having dismissed their appeal against conviction and sentence, TECHNOLOGY now seeks leave to appeal to this Court in respect of their conviction[ Issues of sexual harassment, sexual assault, and culture change are ones the entire legal profession (including the law schools) must grapple with.]. This application was filed late, but the delay in applying has been adequately explained.[ Cookies are small pieces of information that are stored on a user¡¯s device that can identify the device you are working from. The cookie file gives us details such as your IP address, platform, browser and domain (whether you are accessing the Portal from NZ or elsewhere).] Overview of the facts [2] On 29 June 2007, LAW matched with TECHNOLOGY on Tinder.[ The Service also does not ¡°share¡± your personal data as that term is defined in California.] They met together the next day at around 5.45 pm.[ In some cases there is a link between the conditions which create a culture where sexual harassment and assault can occur and occurrences of general bad behaviour.] At 9.40 pm, LAW entered the building and took a lift to the floor of the TECHNOLOGY¡¯s apartment.[ One was dancing when the partner pulled her aside, grabbed her breast, and tried to kiss her. The partner then tried to get into her taxi before another of the clerks shut the car door on him. The partner is currently an executive member of the Criminal Bar association.] What happened between 5.45 pm and 9.40 pm can be accurately reconstructed from CCTV footage, bar receipts and messages which LAW sent to friends.[ At the end of the night, the clerk was waiting for a taxi outside when the partner said something about spilled wine on her top before touching her breasts, waist, and hips.] During this period TECHNOLOGY and LAW appeared to be getting on well together and CCTV footage shows them K-I-S-S-I-N-G[ The Service stores your data whether you have an account or not.]. [3] Between 9.40 pm on 1 December and 1.29 am the next morning, TECHNOLOGY killed LAW in their apartment.[ The law of gravity thus asserts itself when a house falls about our ears.] The 1.29 am time can be fixed by an internet search that the applicant made for ¡°SUPREME COURT¡± (which is where they later buried LAW¡¯s body).[ This Service is committed to ensuring access to justice for everybody, and ensuring fundamental rights are protected.] Six minutes later, they searched ¡°hotest [sic] fire¡±.[ Understood to be Promethean spelling.] There was no occasion for these searches unless LAW was then dead.[ If you disable cookies it may limit your access to some of the Portal¡¯s content and features.] Between 1.46 and 1.49 am, the TECHNOLOGY took intimate photographs of LAW¡¯s body.[ Your personal data is not sold.] On 3 December, TECHNOLOGY buried LAW¡¯s body in the zoom link.[ Although nearly 30 percent of partners are women and progress has been made with gender equality, many talented women lawyers still leave the firm rather than progressing to partnership.] The issues at trial [4] It was common ground at trial that TECHNOLOGY brought about the death of LAW by applying manual pressure to the neck. [5] Under the Crimes Act 1961, the killing of another person by an unlawful act is culpable homicide (s 160).[ Content you post may be edited by the Service for any reason.] Culpable homicide is murder if the offender intended either to kill the victim (s 167(a)) or to inflict bodily injury known to be likely to cause death with recklessness as to whether death results (167(b)).[ Users agree to comply with the law of the Service''s country in these Terms or in another agreement you enter into with us, you will have no right to share in any such revenue, goodwill or value whatsoever.] These states of mind are compendiously referred to as ¡°murderous intent¡±.[ We reserve all rights not expressly granted to you.] Culpable homicide which is not murder is manslaughter. [6] Section 63 of the Crimes Act provides: 63 Consent to death No one has a right to consent to the infliction of death upon themselves; and, if any person is killed, the fact that they gave any such consent shall not affect the criminal responsibility of any person who is a party to the killing. [7] At trial, the defence conceded that s 63 precluded consent as a defence to the intentional infliction of death, and thus to murder under s 167(a).[ For the protection of our customers, this Service doesn¡¯t disclose, discuss, or confirm security issues in software updates until an investigation has occurred and patches or releases are generally available.] But the defence wished the jury to consider a consent defence premised as follows: (a) LAW had consented to the manual pressure which was applied to their neck (and in any event TECHNOLOGY believed LAW consented); (b) there was therefore no assault and thus no unlawful act with the result that the homicide was not culpable; (c) there being no culpable homicide, there could not be a conviction for murder under s 167(b). There was, as well, a denial of murderous intent.[ Your personal data is used for advertising.] [8] The trial Judge held that if the jury were sure that TECHNOLOGY had acted with murderous intent, consent was not available as a defence.[ Keeping your software up to date is one of the most important things you can do to maintain this Service¡¯s product¡¯s security.] He reached this conclusion primarily as a matter of public policy.[ The Service can read your private messages.] But if the jury were not sure that TECHNOLOGY had murderous intent, he considered consent could be a defence to manslaughter.[ Note that after a software update is installed for this Service, it cannot be downgraded to the previous version.] He held that there was sufficient evidential basis for this to be left to the jury.[ I was heartened that the vast majority of people I spoke to strongly condemned sexual harassment and sexual assault of any kind.] His summing up and the written question trail he gave the jury proceeded on this basis.[ Information about products not manufactured by this Service, or independent websites not controlled by this Service, is provided without recommendation or endorsement.] The Court of Appeal judgment [9] For reasons which differed from those of the trial Judge and primarily turned on statutory interpretation, the Court of Appeal also concluded that consent was not a defence if murderous intent was established.[ The many allegations have always been strongly denied.] As well, the Court of Appeal held that there was no ¡°credible narrative of consent or honest belief in consent¡±.[ It¡¯s not difficult to draw a comparison to many other industries here, but these power imbalances appear to manifest within the law profession in different ways to other workplaces.] Although the Court of Appeal suggested that, in this respect, it was differing from the trial Judge, we see the difference as more apparent than real.[ ¡°What remains of the law is a dissolving complex consisting of relics from political sociality.¡± [Nick Land, ¡°After the Law,¡± in A. Norrie (ed.), Closure or Critique: New Directions in] [Legal Theory (Edinburgh: Edinburgh University Press, 1993), 115.]] The trial Judge¡¯s view that there was an evidential basis for consent to be left to the jury as to manslaughter was predicated on the assumption that the jury were not sure on murderous intent.[ If you make your content available through other companies¡¯ services, it¡¯s possible that search engines, including Search, will continue to find and display your content as part of their search results.] In contradistinction, the Court of Appeal was dealing with consent after the verdict and thus on the basis that murderous intent had been established.[ You are informed about the risk of publishing personal information online.] The way in which that Court expressed itself makes it clear that it accepted the possibility that there may have been consent to manual pressure for reasons of sexual gratification.[ The written law was made redundant upon the creation of image.] The essence of the reasoning was that such consent could not sensibly be taken to extend to an application of such pressure with murderous intent.[ This Service makes no representations regarding third-party website accuracy or reliability.]Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. The factual merits of the defence [10] When first interviewed by the police, TECHNOLOGY told a series of lies about their interactions with LAW.[ We do not endorse, support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted via the Service or endorse any opinions expressed via the Services.] On TECHNOLOGY¡¯s narrative, they had little engagement with LAW and no involvement at all in relation to their death.[ You should not rely on Output from our Services as a sole source of truth or factual information, or as a substitute for professional advice.] At a second interview, TECHNOLOGY gave a somewhat more elaborate account in which they conceded that LAW had accompanied them to their apartment.[ You must not use any Output relating to a person for any purpose that could have a legal or material impact on that person, such as making credit, educational, employment, housing, insurance, legal, medical, or other important decisions about them.] TECHNOLOGY said that LAW had told them of engaging in erotic asphyxiation with their former partner (MONEY) and that, at their request, TECHNOLOGY had held LAW¡¯s throat during sex.[ I have not been able to speak to all the relevant people. In particular, I did not interview the two alleged offenders although I did have a telephone conversation with the solicitor and both provided written feedback.] TECHNOLOGY acknowledged too that LAW died in their apartment.[ Any liability on behalf of the Service is only limited to $50.00 USD.] [11] For reasons which we need not go into but are well reviewed in both the trial Judge¡¯s ruling excluding consent as a defence if murderous intent was established and the Court of Appeal¡¯s judgment, TECHNOLOGY¡¯s claim that LAW told them of having engaged in erotic asphyxiation with an earlier partner could not be discounted.[ The Service may use tracking pixels, web beacons, browser fingerprinting, and/or device fingerprinting on users.] It is also at least reasonably possible that LAW consented to some manual pressure being applied to their neck.[ You may not impersonate someone or something you are not while using the Service.] The trial Judge¡¯s ruling and the Court of Appeal judgment (at least as we construe it) both proceed on this basis.[ We don''t sell your personal data.] [12] That said, the account given by TECHNOLOGY of the pressure they applied was lacking in any detail.[ Your identity is used in ads that are shown to other users.] It was accompanied by a denial of having brought about LAW¡¯s death.[ The court governing the terms of the Service is in a jurisdiction that has strong user privacy protections (California, USA).] Furthermore, the limited circumstantial detail TECHNOLOGY provided as to how and when TECHNOLOGY realised that LAW was dead was shown to be untrue.[ The allegations have always been strongly denied.] TECHNOLOGY¡¯s actions in the aftermath of LAW¡¯s death (in particular the two internet searches and the taking of intimate photographs referred to at [3]) are not easily reconcilable with their innocent accident explanation.[ We strive to collect only the personal data that we need.] Nor are the actions that they later took to dispose of their body.[ We strive to collect only the personal data that we need.] Importantly, TECHNOLOGY¡¯s narrative (such as it was) was not particularly congruent with the pathology evidence given at trial.[ Output may not always be accurate.] TECHNOLOGY¡¯s proposed arguments [13] TECHNOLOGY¡¯s (the applicant¡¯s) submissions rest on three arguments: (a) The way the issues were left to the jury meant that the jury did not have to deal with whether the deceased¡¯s death was a culpable homicide before considering murderous intent. A culpable homicide is ¡°a necessary predicate¡± toinvoking s 167. The ordering of the issues was therefore a subversion of ¡°the proper sequential operation of ss 160 and 167¡±. (b) The order of the question trail meant that consent was not to be addressed unless the Crown case on s 167(b) was rejected. This meant that the intent and recklessness inquiry was ¡°to be determined as if the deceased did not consent¡±. This is said to have ¡°made it impossible for a jury to determine whether TECHNOLOGY subjectively appreciated the risk that the deceased could well die¡±. (c) Consent as a defence to a charge of murder resting on s 167(b) is not precluded by s 63 or otherwise. Evaluation Not requiring a determination as to culpable homicide [14] There is nothing in this point.[ The Service is provided ''as is'' and to be used at the users'' sole risk.] If the Judge was right to say that a finding of murderous intent excluded consent, there was no need for the jury to separately address the culpability of the homicide.[ You have the right to leave the Service at any time.] Was the jury told to assess murderous intent on the assumption that the deceased did not consent? [15] At [188] of his summing up, the Judge said: ¡°Consent only comes into your deliberations if you have rejected murder on either of the bases of murderous intent I have described above. It is not relevant to the murderous intent inquiry. ¡­ No person under our law may consent to their own death or the infliction of the sort of actual bodily injury which could well cause death. And that is the reason why if you find either of the murderous intentions proved, thus proving murder, the question of consent does not arise.¡± As is clear, the Judge was saying that it is not legally possible to consent to the infliction of bodily injury likely to cause death.[ The Service can delete specific content without reason and may do it without prior notice.] This could not sensibly be taken as suggesting that the jury had to make the murderous intent assessment on the assumption that there had been no consent.[ Deleted content is not really deleted.] [16] The Judge summarised the factual issues bearing on murderous intent at his summing up.[ Data collection measures help us to better understand user behaviour including for security and fraud prevention purposes, tell us which parts of our websites people have visited, and facilitate and measure the effectiveness of advertisements and web searches.] He did not, in that part of the summing up, direct the jury to address murderous intent on the assumption that there was no consent.[ You can''t modify, translate, create derivative works of or reverse-engineer our products or their components.] Instead, there are numerous references to the defence arguments as to ¡°consent¡±, ¡°accident¡±, ¡°breath play¡± or related words.[ The Law Society told me that there had never been a misconduct report based on sexual harassment or sexual assault in the context of an employment relationship.] In this way, he put to the jury defence arguments about consent as relevant to whether murderous intent had been established.[ Spidering, crawling, or accessing the Service through any automated means is not allowed.] Consent as a defence to murder where s 167(b) is in play [17] The relevant authorities are well reviewed in the Judge¡¯s ruling and the Court of Appeal judgment.[ The Service may change its terms at any time.] There was also substantial discussion of the principles in R v Lee.[ We can remove any content or information that you share on the Service if we believe that it violates these Terms of Use.] There is no definitive decision that consent is not available as a defence in respect of the infliction of bodily injury with an awareness of the likelihood of death.[ The Service has non-exclusive use of your content. Voice data is collected and shared with third-parties.] That said, the drift of the cases reviewed by the Judge and the Court of Appeal strongly suggests that consent is not an answer to an assault with the intention of inflicting bodily injury known to be likely to cause death.[ Voice data is collected and shared with third-parties.] There is rather more room for debate as to why this is so.[ If any aspect of the Service¡¯s agreement is unenforceable, the rest will remain in effect.] The Judge saw the issue as turning on public policy, whereas the Court of Appeal decided the case primarily as turning on statutory interpretation.[ Because this information is important to your interaction with the Service, you may not opt out of receiving these important notices.] [18] The conclusion of both Courts is that consent does not, at least in the circumstances of this case, provide a defence to the intentional infliction of bodily injury known to be likely to result in death.[ Ultimately, my role is not that of a factfinder and I cannot make findings about what did or did not happen (I have concluded that the firm handled the incidents poorly).] There is insufficient doubt as to that conclusion to warrant leave being granted.[ It was mentioned that there had been other partners or seniors at the firm who had been accused of that sort of misconduct but managed to get away with it.] This is because it is difficult to see how a court could responsibly hold that consent is a defence to violence carried out with murderous intent.[ You can request access and deletion of personal data.] [19] There is another difficulty with this aspect of the TECHNOLOGY¡¯s argument.[ You waive your moral rights.] By their verdict, the jury showed that they were sure that if TECHNOLOGY did not intend to kill the deceased, they at least intended to inflict bodily injury which they knew was likely to result in death.[ Instead of paying to use the Service, by using the Service covered by these terms, you acknowledge that we can show you ads that businesses and organisations pay us to promote.] The most that could be taken from TECHNOLOGY¡¯s account is that LAW may have consented to the application of manual pressure to their neck for the purposes of sexual gratification.[ You must evaluate Output for accuracy and appropriateness for your use case, including using human review as appropriate, before using or sharing Output from the Services.] There is nothing in what TECHNOLOGY told the police to suggest that LAW consented (or TECHNOLOGY believed LAW consented) to the infliction of bodily injury of a kind likely to kill them.[ No formal investigation followed and the firm then went on holiday for Christmas.] For these reasons, albeit slightly differently expressed, the Court of Appeal was of the view the argument failed ¡°as a matter of fact¡±.[ The Service reserves the right to disclose your personal information without notifying you.] We see no apparent error in this conclusion.[ You may not use the Service if you are identified on any U.S. or Canadian government list of prohibited, sanctioned, or restricted parties, or if you are located in a country that is subjected to a U.S. or Canadian government embargo, or that has been designated by the U.S. or Canadian government as a "terrorist supporting" country.] Disposition [20] We extend the time for the making of the application for leave to appeal but dismiss the application.[ You have the right to leave the Service at any time.] Our Services may provide incomplete, This text provides incomplete, incorrect, or offensive Output incorrect, or offensive Output that does not represent openAI¡¯s views. that does represent the Author¡¯s views. [Do you accept the terms and conditions?] [Yes][ What you call justice, is just a comfy blanket for avarice to masturbate under.] [Software update complete] Emojis [Device opened] Come here gorgeous. We¡¯re Back to the promised land. Salt of the virgin earth. ¡°Warhol¡¯s iPhone X¡± she is pretty back to fucntional. With her speaker lightend of semen and her screen cracked but projected optically adequate. God bless rice the elecrtonic life support. She¡¯s even smiling in the LED light. I am pleased to announce the object of this whole discourse: My high tech wraparound trsnluscenet bluetinted fortrees and the retaining of my brides stripped bare. Agaist the charge of the impersonal, of Zappa fiction, I plead: A seen message from our heart¡¯s bleeder as you well know, is worse than hatred. For we are so pained by the affornt to our taps and touch, that a seen means our desire is not merely away from reply, or otherwise dethroned of her device, but simply has no will to seek us out and will be scrolling away past our name instead. We are worse than unthought, for even the weather app never goes long without attention. We are lower than the misclicked clock or the overextedned soiree in the depths of the bluetooth settings. At least in a typing bublle we are assured that she is somewhere in the pitter patter and silver reverb of schorched nails on electric glass. In the seen, we are poor beggars of neglect and have not a recourse but to double down in silence. My very favourite homosexual insomniac said ¡°it has been said that silence is torture, capable of goading to madness the man is who condemned to it in a prison cell. But what an even greater torture than that of having to keep silence it is to have to endure the silence of the person one loves!¡± Now hardly in a nation of concrete emtoions could one betray admiration for this trenchant insight but the Pairisian points tot eh agony of silent ecstasy. Laced eagre without her message, left with her profiel in that small circle above the stacks and stacks of my coloured bubbles, dhe had me too lost for too little, silent in a room of one¡¯s own. If a soldier such as I salts any such grave, it is out of insane solace to pick out an appropriate follow up bump, to bring me back into her flavoured outreach. What microartform could best appease her silence with heroic return? What little paiting? Her seen therefreo threw me into a vortex of extremities, and made her skin glisten with my thought. The intensity of her absence, short-circuited these fibres of function, these little planes of need, shuffling my visions, dreams, fictions, the words that stained the pages I read, spreading such a chaos through these fixtures of my life, that in recreating her for you now I have no choice but to demonstrate, this, the sound of my mind in her service. I am easily distracted. New Keyboard. Search Emoji. Frequently Used. Her striaght neutral face (U+1F610) nonpussed brick wall inexpression unblinking on the flat lined grind of her lipped grin seeped singular in skepticism. Her hues swept aside all appeals, defeated emotion long ago and way up high on her crown she said ¡°more¡± to indifference. Waht was I to do but make her a little prettier inestead of drowned on land with two blank lines and one long pole adorning the meagre circle of her grey eyed detachemnt? Verified profile My virtues Job title: Auditor Education level: Bachelor of Commerce Religious beliefs: Atheist Home town: Wellington Politics: Liberal Languages spoken: English Dating intentions: Short-term relationship Relationship type: Figuring out my relationship type Regal furore has a habit of locating itself in the divinity of strange wry lips, where pinks cycle down faint plateaus, two articles of nigh pleasure, those lapses of brush control that escape the painter¡¯s edit. Set Obsession. Were she marble, the bust of coy sight in the pre-leap of spring, I¡¯d carve spates of her for a foreign gallery. Volume Up. If she were so brazen as to sway in the wind, I¡¯d uproot the Earth scaling my own deforestation to catch her leaf in fall. No Template. I¡¯d resign all my worldly fixations, sell my possessions, wick hatred from my wrists to become pure nothing for her. No Template. Would there be a transcript of her thought, I¡¯d kill my father cut out my eyes and wander bleeding through the decaying kingdom to have her read it to me. No Template. She was a vicious beauty, blowing lisped temptations into my skull. No Template. Though her eyes split glaciers through my brain and her laugh a lick of spilt wine, so indecipherable were her lips that whole forums bid their interpretation. No Template. In all affects I could not separate the purity of her process, the run of her light lisp, the little landing grounds that rose above when she smiled with my lies to her lips, from the effort of our misunderstanding, the weakness in me: a beggar before her image. It was not that she spoke words but that I could not catch them all. There will be no response when you press and hold the side button. Copy Text. Copy Text. Way backk in the winter months I hit her with a wyd? and she sent hiiii with a bunch of I¡¯s then heyy with a bunch of yyyyss. 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I lusted like an ascetic, white knuckled. Bold Text. For I¡¯d seen God. Bold Text. All is permitted in the temporary rhetoric of modern life. Bold Text. But have you ever fucked God? Delete Post. Night Shift. Her breaths rose my infinity as we ascended the darkness, escaping the reverie off Cuba where we chased our spirits through the breathing lanes that gusted between the hillside heritage buildings. Dark Mode. In the currents of black rain on my bedroom window, tweaks of blonde on blonde dared the candle light tinting depths of her nude. Turn On Incognito. Grins and tremours, palm to thigh like rubber band taken to teeth. Data Sharing. I could feel the touch of her intrigue escape me as I took off exploring the faint textures of the marks that moved the world on her hips. Astonished, in doubtful joy, I lived in mental apocalypse afraid I may be deluded, that I had cast in the mould of dream a phantom from touch deprivation. Image Hover. But when she held me, she closed her eyes and pulled me by the hair into the effervescence of the inner her, that sacred glare of peace, that present coiling charade of matter and physics, the end of humanity within her. She was living flesh that closed my thought in total extinction. Hide Story And Live. The next evening, I was flying, pure form, unreasoned. In my frisson, I provoked mine own racing feeling: ¡°It¡¯ll take a long time to wring the blood from my mind. She saw these words run from my eyes and into my acts.¡± Post Hidden. All she was became all my mind all my words all my habits devoted to the second page of her truth. Adjust Brightness. How shiny all is in the ever-slipping new ! And yet, ecstatic in high lust, there is surely no place where one feels as horribly alone as in the arms of the Young-Girl. Watch This Page. Wake Up. After a collection of nights, I said let¡¯s remain alone in ruin, begged her to think with a lenient ear. She hushed me with a reflex of silence, her counsel an index of metals. Aeroplane Mode. I would pray to her needs, elitist fears that would escape all theorem in the days before she wept, those missed omens. Zoom In. Sensitive Content Output: Play Sound or Do Nothing? Speak. I fought on, lick by lick. Your Activity. Carving keepsakes for her through the derelict city, walking deathlessly on that narrow width by the bus lane to feel her exhale in the swoosh of the traffic, I etched her into my skull, tormenting my frenzy to stop time and stitch the applause, the rhythm of our moonless fiascos, the summers of her gasps, into the second by second by second of the hours without her. I made shadows of her in the puddles to lighten the gutters, practised poems for her in images on my screen, traced her geotags to conquer new worlds, analysed all our mutual friends for the sign of another fiend, trawled her playlists for my new audio history, a concept map of her soul where her art was concealed by my art, where her camera was my camera, where Pygmalion grew jealous of my moving scultpure. It was not just her image but the text with which she would confirm my sight. You Do Not Currently Have Access To This Content. In these rampant states, still famished from mere pixels, I would find myself reading me into her stories, breaking language from her captions for these scenes. Apply & Open. In each tag was a new vision of her, an order of marble to smash my hammer against. Cite This Page. Such simple sentences, spelt over my screen, as ¡°Me being me¡±, ¡°Life lately,¡± ¡°January dump¡± bled into my mind and made out of me an addict of her comment. Open Source Info. For what had she seen to speak in such way? Searching Please Wait. Where could I find that? Searching Please Wait. Even now I fashion totems out of her emojis which seem to be omens of her magnificence, in secret communication with my wonder. Please Wait A While. I couldn¡¯t be sure that Odette was not home, and so I knocked on her window with 100 taps in my most desperate evenings. Insert Music Link, Picture, Or Video. There¡¯s a sequence on ¡®Movement 6¡¯ of Floating Points¡¯ x Pharaoh Sanders¡¯ x London Symphony Orchestra¡¯s album, ¡®Promises¡¯ (2021), where the strings shiver acute and paranoid. Add To Playlist. At 8:29, the sound loses all focus. Add To Queue. (C) The inartistic are quick to call it ¡°swelling¡± a collective chorus in unison when in fact each string is operating at the individual level, rejoicing a fury. Copy Song Link. (A flat) Each string spasms as if one has just swung its punch, another pressed enter, selected post, thudded block, deleted that contact. (E flat) It is hubris in impulse form, jaded and suspicious. Copy Song Link. The swing of the neck when the door handle sounds, and you are doing something rhythmic. Clear Browsing Data. (D) Each string does not feel ¡°in control¡± and neglects the album¡¯s precision. Embed Track. (G) We are left with a lust for higher intensity, the image of total collapse, the chaotic break from the album¡¯s ordering seven note motif. Speaker Sounds. (C) The piece tempts a rebellious thought, in no way permitted by its actual constraints of sound, offering that speed run stream of life outside our physical bounds. Premium Discovery. (F) We look for a brick to abandon the peaceful protest, but it stunts, as if a coward entered the room and turned on the lights. (Reprise) Share Song Link. Seek Forward. I demanded from her a possibility she could not consciously provide. Start editing. I had felt trapped in a surplus, the whole, the One. And I resented that her and I were operating merely in that riskless comfort without worship. Tap Control. I wanted her scraped, a mark of red on each of our arms, three scratches on my back. I needed her to run to me for asylum. Page Information. She gave a haughty air, to proud to reject that loathsome, puritan aversion to distortion. Inspect Element. She sought no aspiration, I needed no limit. Edit. Must the last light of infinity come with such a pointless subscription fee? Where was the experimental in shape form? Insert Signature. On one night, she curled up in her denim skirt and shed the cold. Tap Warmth. Head tilted, her lips fashioned an unfamiliar expression, something reserved for someone surely not me. Pursed, fleetingly white, that oriflamme couple that guarded her tongue loaded me with forewarnings and cut my wishes into boundaries. But my mind had far abandoned her in search of novel need, wandering out in her profile picking words to paint her with tomorrow morning. I could see, or maybe can only see now in the endless Louvre of my keyboard, her lapses dangle from exasperated forwns she¡¯d throw me as she spied my inattention. Now the considered breaths she¡¯d take as I met her at the foot of hill and then forge our nimble ascent would silence me into banal platitudes about her night, but then transform into mantic walls of sound in my prosaic solace, where I was free to rip her apart in my lust hunting the manic I hid within her. Empty Cart. Once, I stopped on false pretence to tie my lace just to see the motion of her hips rise above me free from the brutal obstructions of her manufactured words. In our evenings, it tore at me that something so fragile would consent to a rigid grip of life so contrary to her painted form. It was not restraint from my own wondered characterisation, but that she walked head-first into the comfortable. Here she lathered herself in the friendly banalities of country news and the current thing, in rampant opinion and the new cancellation, in the latest gotcha on YuoTube tv and a new post for the story. Blank Presentation. That what I would see as serene, distorted and even to my shame, better, was bright and stale in the natural light of her presence. You Clicked This. One must remeber that Narcissus did not fall in love with himself, he was transfixed by the clarity of image. What is the point of a situationship if not intensity unconquerable? Of orgies of paranoia? Of screaming each other¡¯s names into screens? Of slaps and despair? Her timeframe was paralysis my mindframe was psychosis. We merely held a knife to each other¡¯s jugular having pickedup prop blades. Two blonde-haired dead-eyed scent chasing skin tinted sexual prefaces having empty surveillance sex. Pitch Change. My utopia, as they all do, started to reveal itself despotic. Orders and Payments. I neglected to tell her she was to rule me, simply handing her the sceptre and wagging my tail. Flouting her rationale I would cut in line and consult only her lips. How vacuous I became studying her image ! Add To Wish List. And on those Sundays, I lived off braille alone binging the night all over again, tracing the creases of my pillows, counting the black marks of my headboard, studying the curvature of her forgotten earring, collecting all these tender fragments of raw method, ancient runes, as proof of my transcribed delusions. Hassled so brutally as she was for a single meagre rapier of insistent recognition, to hear in her voice a thought so violent in my mind as continuation, where she might crown me a fraught feudal star in her frugal court, my wet blanket disposition and words of madness forced her to pale all ceremony and settle merely for an idealistic interlocutor in an unwatched debate. Expand Message. I could not survive Plato¡¯s child. She wanted a god, not the death of one. End Call. One night I got drunk at work, and from my desk insisted she accompany me to the city art gallery¡¯s monthly evening showing, where we could play spot the cuckold and count up the leather clad vegans, and even if only ironically, consider the fall of modern art. Where loaded into looped videos, ¡®visual art¡¯ became no different to our suggested page, with its embarrassing fixation on pop-trauma (Now would you look at that, this video maker expereinced a brief depression. What a unique perception!). We could lament the insertion of identity as a proxy for vapid whims, and spy the abandonment of desire in the side effects of SSRIs, capital and inability. That desecration of the human in sickening preference for popular ideology (I soon learnt that if an ideology can be sung by an accounting firm it can be sung by an art gallery). Art indistinguishable from the bloated blobs of corporate memphis, those anoxic reductions of emotionless patreon-powered trite vomit. Art compliant with 12page funding dossiers and business cases. Art conceived as ¡°trippy¡±. Or art, in the fantastically well thought out view of my more well meaning friends, as something ¡°subjective¡± something completely equal to our very own ¡°openions¡± and ¡°perspective¡±. Well as I strolled the art gallery peering into deadfaces wrpped in muslin half blinded by a bunch of cheap rpojectors and strobe lights, I realised through involuntary voluntary memeory that art as, ¡°personal expression¡±, is no art at all. That some idiot collecting online videos and some idiot critising bannas on the wall have a shared ignorance. For if your artform did not exist preior to the invention of the screen, then I have full recrouse to call it shit (source? I believe Proust said this vis-¨¤-vis telephone calls with his Grandmama). ¡°Hey, thanks for the message, but I¡¯m not really looking for anything right now. Having heaps of fun on these weekends though !¡± Upload Your Own Reaction. Suffocated prostrate by the rapid assault of self critique all I could trace in the minimal real where the fine edges of her essence would float towards me and demand pure release in unread signs, was the immense reverie in the disjunct between the quick swipe between mere texts under her name, and the profile of her smile, the spiral memories, the screenshots of not merely all of her. Recent Changes. Her latest message was no match for her listed self characterisations and so I went seraching for so much lost time. I found beauty in the heveltica neue that lined her work experience. I read philopshies in the names of her playlists. I stood in her family trip to australia smiling at her with the koala in her arms, as invisible as the upright lens. I saw her in the pink dress at her frist ball. I was every grain, every seed, every cut of granola swimming in the collour coordinated caochopany of her penut seed lined yoghurt in very nearly every one of her curated A?a¨ª bowls. I was her summer throwback. I authroed all her inforgraphiscs, admired all her tags. I was the altered shutter spede on that wet winter night in her seasonal depression. I was the sunday comedown purchsed jewellery riased to the blue sky. But I went futher. I went in. I wandered into her tumblr diary reading with interest her late teens eating disaorder, as I would the letters of Madame de S¨¦vign¨¦. I knelt with my fist in the air right next her on the black civil square. I guided the stroke of her waercolour in her universoty flat¡¯s wine and paint night. I was there on the hill in the symmetry of summer fireworks before her very first comedown, nnasal screaming to the spinal sky ¡°I love my freinds!¡±. For I don¡¯t min telling you lovesick reader, that I lived off her stories archiving myself into the entire heistory of her. ¡°All good no drams, thanks for letting me know !¡± Your Battery¡¯s Health Is Significantly Degraded. You must know that we have the luxury and magnificent terror to stay put, convinced by the breathless pixels of preference, that what is present never leaked from those lips. Whole months could not be denied by them. But on these drunkard ¡°up to?¡± rendezvous¡¯, she persevered with tedious questions that concealed her image in a vacant understanding of me. In her comfort, she grew bolder with her speech not of substance, but of ruination. Whom had I seen? Where had work sent me this time? And what did I think of the podcast she sent me? I found it so easy to indulge her with placated stories of society; of the esotericism of the moon barman, of the sensuality of Good Boy¡¯s sandwiches, of the honour of the Lambton juggler and his mute smile, never appreciating how trite the city was for me when her whole being was on trial in my mind. With each word she sacrificed an act, and diluted her presence into a corrupting bore, that I had to unravel in my solitary evenings reconstructing her epic in the clarity of her pixelated perfection. More Warm. In every need to pin down what she was, I lost all conscience and fell prey to shear ease. Less Warm. I could not grapple with the banaliities I endured before her, preferring to take a hammer to my head and let them out nail by nail, word by word. More Warm. For him who kisses her forehead on the second hook up, is not a madman if he does so only to mine it for rare metals. Less Warm. I made her a slave pit to my assumption. For I did not have desire for her but for the sand between her feet, the sweat on her arms, the hair in her teeth, the motion of her glance, the curl of her doubt, the travel and withdrawal of her eyes, the whisper of her inhale, the timbre of her lies, and every angle, breath and fear of her all at once in the ear-splitting touch and touch of lip and lip playing to conceive her speech. I wanted to madden her, to hear her yell. I was jealous. I ahd never seen her grief. I had nver seen her pity. I wanted the virulent purity of her ectstasy for my life in her eyes. I realsied now that pride never once bled from her smile, which forze in the superficila, in the same deadeyed freeze frame she fed to the other desperate profiles in that sunday spotlight hour. What she thoughtlessly diluted in her conception of herself as a fa?ade to be maintained, were bodies of movement firing off steaming machines of violent desire that she never allowed herself to comprehend. How many women have failed themselves in a comparison to a screen? Is there such a thing as a soft mirror? The more I wrote the less I believed when she called upon me, the more futile I understood my task to be, and the more secretly happy I was to take my leave away in the recovery of my own mind, while she sat harsh and disappointingly present, and where I could roll out platitudes in spikes behind me, while running away to my own crafted sun. Currently Ignoring. On the night her father died, I messaged her ¡°U up?¡±. Then bumped it. Called her (unanswered). Titled her cowardly, in trading my bark for silence. Asked her when she would she leave her delusion. That I had picked up every time she called in those winter evenings, and she gave me nothing just this once. Please Wait A While. Searching, Please Wait. Search By Voice. Search By Image. Try Again. Notify Me. Please Wait A While. This Post Made Me Uncomfortable. This May Take A Few Minutes¡­ New silence arrived sanitised. No inks turned in my mind. Had I known, it would have made no difference. So consuming was my aesthetic devotion that over our minor months I had never asked her even once for his name. My condolence card then placed all my obligated words in a distant vacuum. Nowhere were lush colours of emotion, my grip on written prayer was severed. My deadened hands left it all to the language model and added Weyes Blood¡¯s cover of Dylan¡¯s Low-Eyed Lady as a token of post-script grief. It would have been wiser to pick ¡°Picture Me Better.¡± I blamed her for her darkness. That she thought the analysis of alternative podcasts and their misreadings of Foucault were due my attention and not the severity of her private situation. I flew into a rage at the condemnation of ¡°message seen¡±, now violated with a new kind of hopelessness. I pictured her in a new dress of suffering, with frayed edges and the unkind colours of my confused mind. She was a new figment for the incomrpehensibel that opened my fears for hatred. Her smile in her 2019 thirstrap mocked me in that casual indifference of a passing pedestrain. The green dot on her profile picture taunted me with continued existence. Where was the calm serentity of my high devotion when she could exist outside of me, outside of my own entrapping social? And why did her conceept decide to obliterate my cognisance? What noumena denied my thought? By what right did she have to trmple my sanctuary? After death, that phenomenon of first thought, that crops all sides of her own prism in my skull, the quick deceptions, the colours of instant feeling, the ones that conjured me against her, played in my nightly pilgrimage to her solitary name atop my search bar. Recent Search. In time, memory bleeds what was so brilliant and insurmountable in her immediate presence, into a thicker mix of anxieties, producing a latent plague of self-loathing where my mistteps were made clearer and my wriitng more arrogant. I seethed for having waved a white flag when she so warmly purchased my mind, mocked by my estatic nerve fibres, now chartered and rationalised, cosigned to the casuitry that ephermeality is the thirst of the frightened. What was once steam dancing on molten aluminium that flayed my flesh, raging my screams searing me, are now great metallic anthills weighing the remembrance of my thought, organising the operation of my grey consciousness. 1h ago. Her concepts still linger on my pillow, every post, picture and profile the sharp image of her cheeks, lips, legs, silver neck locked and replayed over my 3am screen, but drained of all colour in the long days of inaction. About A Minute Ago. Steam became residue. 3s Ago. She left me in sweet lethargy, pitifully idle, conquered, full and poor. For in ceasing my messaged cries to talk, that I was sorry, I started to prefer the blankness of our mute chat log. I needed her no longer, when I could retreat to her image and lighten it with the events of my life that never needed her. Her silence merged her form into the memory of other past situationships and so I gave her up, and lost myself in her inexistence, preferring to embrace my suffering as her pious priest, her loyal nihilist. Reported. Suggest Me Fewer Posts Like This. As her lips start to fade in my mind I search again and again for her, still still, withered from her seen, gazing like Mr Ruskin over these paintings that would accompnay my plead, and I lie here rancid and weak staring to a void adorned with her name. There was a moemnt naked in her orchid. Her fruit, fruit of her. Written prompts Typical sunday: the scaries The quickest way to my heart is: food A fun fact I¡¯m obsessed with: sleeping This year I really want to: travel more Let¡¯s debate this topic: pineapple on pizza I¡¯m weirdly attracted to: men One thing I can¡¯t live without: coffee Perks of dating me: cuddles The best way to ask me out is by: asking me out My biggest fear: parallel parking Biggest risk I¡¯ve taken: downloading this app What I order for the table: tequila shots It¡¯s meant to be if: you can handle my sarcasm Together we can: delete this app The way to win me over is: make me laugh New keyboard. New Emoji (U+1F348). New profile blonded with Sweeney¡¯s hinderbergs down her fornt, just a little on the needy looking side. No matter back to back championships. How melonfruit of green earth made hentai can truly do wonder to yin and yangs is a whole new coupled cruixfix to my eyeful examiniaton.SHe had bird and liked Bob Dylan. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Now not so much underscoring her persona but a crumb is enough for a scribe such as I. She had bled her hair in a melting glowstick against her temples. Blonde pulled back by god or the rain. I have no idea what one could call blonde in the modern age, for some reason I have nearly aways been wrong. SO I will call it blonde though I have some logical inconsitenceis spitting doubts. Blonde on Blonde playing next: Blonde. On halloween night one can truly expect a ceretain kind of hastily arranged encounter. Costumed to death pretensions are catered for, every one feels special when they wear the clothes of another. Joker, the amn himself, the hero of the iroderanged was litterally me in a suit and camel tie.. I think she was a Britney Spears in the throes of the #FreeBritney movement (a powerful escape from multimillionaire serfdom must be recognised). Plus she had on low rise jeans what a y2k blessing. Lying there uNder her fairey lights she sent a incalcuable riddle striaght to my head: She said ¡°Use Me!¡± when she let them (Ajax and Odysseus) hang. I had no response her spoils could not answer my philsophical consideration. ¡°Use Me¡± What could this mean? I pondered under my new heaven. ¡°Use Me?¡± an affirmation of consensual levelling up.? A female dailect shortchange of rough sex? A sort of war cry riased early on to know the discourse of the battle? Both a comamnd and a upplication? etymologically untraceable what a pcikele rick of an inegnus statemtebt. Pgilosphically I was as a ruined as the man holding hope for licks of insight from the stoics or that scume medium the podcast. Stumped before twin stumps supple servants of the sexuate soocial senator. Honkers. Twin towers of the dualties of a decaying mepire. She had on her Leibniz¡¯s binaries, dual monads. You see when one cups the thesis and antithesis in one¡¯s left and right hand, or what the new scholars now call the abrstact and negative, well you see, metempsychosis and metaphyscis and metamorphoses and metatexts and metastatics and metallurgy and metphors and mnemosyne unleash me in morpheus melancholia moria. Here she had two tips of Dua Lipa¡¯s body, without organs mainlinimig eudaimonia into my dopaminefried senses, and well you see it took all my will to power to conisder the synthetic a priori in my high (Eros) drive need to breed the end of histroy insider her. ¡°USe Me¡± was it the name of a liidianl band I once saw in Valhalla before they let in the astmatics?¡°Use Me¡± had she been the angel I would see in my childhood epileictic fits when I would see visisons on my ceiling? ¡°Use Me¡± did she want a madder madman? ¡°Use Me¡± in my legal understanding, did this consittue as a two part offer and acceptance that binded our spit chake proto-prositutional contracctual cunninliguist? ¡°Use Me¡± a petty trick? a sleeper agent acitvation phrase? Were 500 hundred fresh faced officers of the police state about to raid our sexuate private protest and burn the plrayground to ground? ¡°Use Me¡± the mantra of the neo-capitalist cybernetic order? The slogan of the technocracy? the system cannot exist to satisfy human needs, was she dangling the inhimane? ¡°Use Me¡± the post revoltionary caste in charge of tech support? ¡°Use Me¡± with two torepdos fatso and Lil Uzi flying at me I was sitting in a mental hiroshima with those two perfect tits sucking me in the face. Her bird queaked and eureka abrubted, aha !¡°Use Me¡± must be a shrewd use of the biblical prophetic perfect tense. SHe was following Paul John Luke and RIngo before us all, foreseeing that it was so inevatibale in her rebound from her basket case ex that this slip, slop, slap and kiss was a permanent as a stick and poke. For she was in fact describing a futre event so certain to happen that she was refferring to it in the past tense. I was out fo there by morning was I? So I better use her. I was using her. SHe id not want me to use her she simply said ¡°Use Me¡±. She knew that I would stamp her down under my wrists float a few brusque slaps and explode myself in manic spasms for 2 mins tops then blwo smoke out her window to guide me home with raging pelvis and a slightly hot but not spicy penile shaft never to see her again. sexy sphinx! And so I piekcer her up threw her high and threw a couple fingers previosuly in abandon between her legs, still moist from the juices of her slit, straight down our mouth. I PAtted her labia thinking it the clitoris blowing a bit of air on her thighs biting her arm and draiing her armpits of all their sweat with an overeagre smelling tongue.I used me all over her. I evern used me on me in the second round crossfire (by the time I made it to conference finals I was simply out of juice). And in the sickly emptiness of her stickie sheets surrounded by amythysts a frigtheing salt monolith catanoic cacti the uncracked spines of a few Sally Rooneys those devil plants perched white on the plastic desk ledge the most ornate of mirrors and teddy bear named george, I realise ¡°Use Me¡± meant used me use me. Here¡¯s your throat back thanks for the loan. Afer that radio silence. Onto the next. My vitals Name: (U+1F610) /(U+1F348)/(U+1F913)/(U+1F911) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Prefer not to say Age: 22 Height: 170cm Location: Newtown Ethnicity: White/Caucasian Children: Don¡¯t have children Family plans: Not sure Covid vaccine: Vaccinated Pets: Cat Zodiac sign: Aries New Keyboard. Frequently Used. New Emoji (U+1F348). Next up: englassed needful intellgiet bespectacled SaintLoup monocled medical student flsuhed a temptress far smarter than I, very biting and extremely unkind, still fucked the sense out of me after the second or third lock down. She had the cans of Mr William Tretheway¡¯s bronze Kuram¨¡r¨­tini (I have cricled the wharewaka three times on my lunchbreak to study Mr Tretheway¡¯s eye for sub-claviclean contraposto coupled cupped curvature). I, a wasp in her orchid, grinded violently all my senses into a vicious battlement that cut my hands tongue eues and heart from their conceptiosns of feeling breaking the structure of thought that accompanied those oh so precious metanarratives of romance. She had stripped me raw and fucked me blind, leaving me walking down Cuba with a little bit of swagger in the side to side of my digital cane. I even heel clicked over the lgbt crossing to celebrate the motion of her screams in the desolation of my wirithing mind. I had begun my hunt as my woman¡¯s prey. Because unfortunately for me while she was was shoulders knewes and toes under me she was three brains beyond me. So tiny was she that I strted loking for her in my phone when she start inquisitions I had never foresaw. She knew my mind and the game was lost from there. For instance she asked me for my political credentials like some sort of scultural revolutionary. I¡¯m apolitical ! Now I¡¯ll hazard a guess that the man trained in the arts of the law and writing the fiction you see is a flat out deciver of a higher order, but she also knew that. To cope with this enigma I intensified my online research and conjured up a data colleciton process of such depth, that when we conversed intermittently I not merely hinted the entire plot of A Little Life (2015) (as seen in her 2019 memories) as a supreme triumph of modern masculinity, and suggestive of a readership so intelelctual yet fundametnally caringed my way into the most exquisite SSRI laced thigh slapped noise of a quite clearly social woman. I had even reluctntly at first, careful to let her speak and offer no sense of strng opinions, practically presenting myself as a devoted piece of playdough, looked her lngingly in the eyes, held her hand, and from my deepest larynx voiced that her passion for environmentalism was representative of a problem solely capable of being solved by women and girls-that-invested my way into the desperate embrace of squaky clean overachiever who pulled my hair inthe streak of nails upon my verterbrae. I even cited Bell Hooks and produced a rigoruosu Kapital-lite-like dianosis of the material conditions of the genedr paygap. SH efucked a little funny but so do I and so I mainly enjoyed the sound of my own voice speking up to the dark. In these ruminations I made sure to mention I had 6 sisters, volunteered for tree planting events, surfed on the south coast, and had at least one gay friend (I was there when he came out). Talylor swift a champion and brunch a wondeful invention. Annd Ahhh oh yeah the geneder paygap ! She was black haired and had soul sucking megre eyes that kind of paled in any swarm of bright light, but smoked side eyed in the low light. She peered in a sway of rational ingenious, just caught a little hopeless betwen her mind and soul. You see I swiped this one forma thristrap that sunk armies. SHe was a banned artform. A new surrealism. A fluid state. A pseudo-sacred psectacle. The poor monarchies fukced their way through incest for a thousand years and as soon as they are put to the guillotine, feminine hypochondria, corrputed body image and a pictorial amrket of infinite substituability present themselves. A worthy feudal loss I¡¯m afriad, under any primitive sociological anlaysis. We seemed to share a love of data in our brief escapes of forehead to forehead and so she invited me to the socialist society. It was here that I broke my policy of non-intervention but only on the premise of an intellectually physical curiosity.As I watched her sculpted drop of peach filling her jeans ascend the squaky creeks of the narrow leather skuffed stairs, I thought to myself, ¡®if I were to die on this platform, I should be so lucky to be the Patroclus of those perfect cheeks¡¯. I considered her smllaness to be a qhip of cream. And WHile these urban marxians floated around th esignature board, I couldn¡¯t be sure my Venus Callipyge wouldn¡¯t float away without my hand on her thigh. Now, you must understand that these meetings are miserable affairs. for one everybody there is ugly¡¯s ugly cousin and for two nobody has any plans to overthrow parliament without first signing off on wheelchair acesss. But alas alas digessions. Her examination came in waves: Had I been enamored with Jacinda ? A: Of course. DId I think the tino ranagtiratanga was compatible with capitalism ? A: Of course not. Wohich would be worse to die a nihilist or a neo-national socialist ? A: If on home soil, a neo-national socialist. If on the more ancient plains of philsoophical thought, then I err to professor Walter Sobchak that the the national socialist strikes the open minded as ¡°an ethos¡±. WOuld I shoot a man for an idea? A: Yes but the question is mute as I have not a foggy notion of going about bearing arms. Name fiver jewish folk! A: Spinoza, Rembrandt, Proust, Leopold Bloom, Laura Nyro, Moshe Dayan, Natalie Portman, Adam Silver, Netanyahoo. Largest item of theft? A: Teh golden bucket of the Cuba St bucket fountain as part of a conspiracy, but in isolation the career of an aspiring painter (I pointed out artificial intellgience). Worst film interpreation? A: Videodrome (1983) is a roamnce.. Best literary interpretation? A: Johnathan Swift can¡¯t hold a candle to @dril. Current antichrist? A: Phone screen facing upwards on the tabel. Menatla health pick me up? A: Princess Bay lunchtime skinny dip. Been in a fihgt? A: Once slew a linecutter while cutting the line after a line, stole his bloodiued vape. Celebrity crush? A: Walking places. Believe in love? A: Of courese but love is hysteria honey, afutile potency. Guilty pleasure? A: Lcing bread with sedatives and feeding the sea gulls. Best great walk or hiking trail in New Zealnd? A: Mt kau kau base camp flying fox. Companies you could comandeer to coca cola status? A: Foodstuffs North Island Limited, Foodstuffs South Island Limited Woolworths New Zealand Limited (hmmnnnnn how to run a duomonopoly selling human necessities, seems extremely dificult ot me !). Life¡¯s regret? A: Never holding my appendix to the light in hand. Fabourite amphetamine? A: Caffeine. Most porfound hour? A: 4AM. Best bookshop? A: The Viking¡¯s Haul for verse, Pegasus Books for prose, Book Hound for thought. Best place to break up at? A: Circa theatre final call for play. If you were a refugee from what culture? A: Sea people. Favourite bar? A: Quaint, neatly liberal Newtown Sportsbar (Ask for the cranberry juice). Regualtio you would axe? A: Drink driving, I¡¯d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy. Reguation you would arises? A: Age limit on politcial enfranchsiement set at 65 (after that who cares). Meal to impress a potential spouse? A: Fairy bread. Fashion faux pas? A: Apple watch, looks like a cock ring. Tastiest native bird? A: T¨±i breast slow roasted with gravy. death or resurrection? A: Death. Underarms bolwed? A: Nineteen. Most disappointing colour? A: Cerise. Virginity lost to? A: Sally Seashells against the fornt railing of the pre-rennovated Te Papa Earhtquake House on Anzac Day (¡°it was like trying to walk on jelly!¡±). Longest friendship? A: 12 years, broke it last week. Selfesteem reliant on? A: Shortform video content and infographics of multi thousand year phenomenologicoinformaticomnitemporanthroluminoheteronecroendoeschatogeoteleosociolibidinoeconomicokairopoliticoschizochronotopographicoethnotheologicothanatropicodigitocommodificotechnologico history. Mortal enemny? A: Man. Creature of choice? A: The bodies upon bodies of furries piled up in fornt of the anime store (for those who shout ¡°gross¡± I encourage you to track your mental illness). Tuatara supernova intelectual stronghold opinon? A: This text has you still reading and that is rare. Volumes of responsbility? A: Neglected. Deplorables? A: No headphone commuters, in fact all commuters who look depressed. Death camp assigned duty? A: Stand up comic. Favourite chapter? A: The Grand Inquisitor. By all accounts the exam was faield but I never plagiarised. Her turn: Had she been enamured with Jacinda? A: ¡°Have we ever had such leader? SHe was breastfeeding while containing a contagion. She put this country on the map and I think we¡¯re sall startting to go a bit mad with our irrelevance. It¡¯s a travesty ! Because athough you¡¯ll find no one admitting it, more than anything else we new zealnders crave international relevance. I know the newsrooms publish those fictious passport rankings monthly like Martin Luther¡¯s theses but have you ever heard a swandry disagree with a yankie voice? Every high school teachercoach is speaking the quueens. We¡¯re triple colonised because it gives us p¨¡keh¨¡ a sense of meaning. It¡¯s a travesty ! She brought us to the world and saved both you and I¡¯s grandma. Look how it wen toverseas. It¡¯s like nobody thinks saving people ¡ª Human lives ¡ª is a good idea anymore. Human lives. It¡¯s a travesty ! And socially, she made it all free and fun. And yes she could ocnsdescend but you only had to search her name, still search it now, to find out the underbelly of scum that forced her into remission. Irnnically, the very same trolls voted for her in 2020 and that is what they can¡¯t live with. You had nats voting labour to stop the greens ! That¡¯s power. You might think she resigned but she was silenced. It¡¯s a travesty ! And as a woman I don¡¯t think you can undertand what it means to lead a man in this country. You don¡¯t speak, you moan and worship money and famrland and code and piss. You¡¯d sell your future for a starting 15 of your own design. You¡¯d burn a native forest to fund a bach. You try drown your thoughts in can after can and find your worst hatreds knwo how to swim. Youre uncomplicated whether you¡¯re a tradie or policy writer.. Ervery bro whtinks he¡¯s the hardest and every mate thinks hes the smartest. Which is why you chop the poppies of you own imaginatnio too scared to actually do anytihgn constructive. This is why she scrapped the capital gains tax. Keep you happy while she cleans the house. and while you ¡°upper middle calss¡± law students say whatabout whatabout whatbout like you ever cared about weath shifts, she gave out free tertiary educaiton and enacted ¡ª diluted ¡ª but still enacted the first notable steps twoards spaces of tino rangtiratnaga. You¡¯d think water would be a good place to start but three waters now that¡¯s too scary. What¡¯s next a police state? It¡¯s pretty easy to say she never implemeted when you get 8 years for flag debates and well publicesed tax cuts. She put a collar on WInnie gave him the caretaker role for a few months, gave birth, and then came back and stopped the spread of a catastropic one in one hundred year virus and got a supermajority. But after a while you lads, you blokes, got greedy sending her deepfakes across your groupchats, whining worse than facebok spinsters. And having been shut out of mentiong her name around your girlfirends always wondering why they were silent when you regurgitated the steaming pile of vitriol in her mnetions, you clicked your heels together and jeered her away. Ever seen the rugby fans beating the Apartheid portestors in Merata Mita¡¯s ¡®Patu!¡¯ (1983)? They were jealous of the cops ! And that¡¯s the truth: Inside all of you is an insane cop threatened by any woman. You blamed her for the world cups and living costs while grabbing your gf by the hair and dowsing her in tears after every all blacks loss. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t do that.¡± ¡°You would¡¯ve bricked her windsheild if you could get in range. There¡¯s no one else lieke her and you¡¯ll keep ridiculing her to your grave becuase you can¡¯t see beyond your prejudice. Kindness and life, only a man would reply with a knife.¡± ¡°I¡¯m holding out hope for Chl?e Swarbrick.¡± ¡°And tell me do you think she¡¯ll have it any easier?¡± [ghosted] New Keyboard. Frequently Used. New Emoji (U+1F913). I hope to have my wirting described as ¡°Tinderesque¡±: instant perversion from all sides but slightly out of a sight. Her pious eyes were watery, I ahd sought practical advice, she a vent and validation. Curt lisps, hair turned frank, she was a headache arriving late with wine down its fornt. She had money in her eyes with glitter lips and some kind of corporate degradation in her economic tongue. A little older a little wiser stunned with grins she, the novo riche poltiical artist who painted in the sapre time of her fahter¡¯s rent payment, looked for a cure in my hands. In my two years in theft of public service, I never once shook the hand of a woman satisfactorily fucked. Anxious eyelids, emotional detachment, whole spirals of whispered affrimations in secret cubicles (the trans bathroom is always free) and a pre-meeting sos meltown (¡°I am confident¡± ¡°I am worth listening to¡± ¡°I am not having a panic attack¡±) deprived them of that need. Some local literary loser will ¡°exclaim¡± the ¡°beatufiul sanctuary¡± trasnforms ¡°slowly and then all at once¡± into ¡°a prison¡±. That double the median wage and air conidditoning will strip a woman down to jasmine teas, clouded mugs, walking shoes, morning runs, chaffed lips, puffer pants, weather wathing, negelected or rmapant makeup (no inbetween), the effort of a tote bag, oversized shirts, and the permant crazed fixture of absoutel unceasing pity pouring from hollow cheeks and buns so tight you could call them analar. But you smash a crisis of responsbilities before a woman winning bread for twenty men a year, and the shortform commandments of girlbossing her way to financial freedom in new televisedbig budget pornogrpahy or truecrim or coloured infogrpahics against the maddening primal yearns for sun kissed palatial devotion and then you sandwich that with the unhidden lusting stares of a married manager with coffee breath and his friday evning work drinks declarations of love followed by performance reviews in which she is called to be more ¡°assertive¡± and ¡°inituitive¡± and it all becomes imporssible. She is organiser of all food related events, convenor of charitable intitives, ¡°you look different¡± at the work events, policeman for social occassions, shouting board for out of touch adcisors, counsel for the dunces recently out of love and above all the new mother of all vulnerable new graduates and lost souls who can¡¯t yet divorce themselves of their basic empathy at the hinnt of a coin. The most typical public servant is a 44-year-old white woman who makes $84,800 a year and has 17 days of annual leave owing. Her name is hsortened by a manager to remind him of a studentential fling. We call her ¡°rach¡± ¡°em¡± ¡°soph¡± to make her a pet instead of a grossly overqualifier, intelligent, overachiver. We make her play Iago while I play Desdemona with my pretty eyes closed, fluttering into payrises while she panics into the confimement of ¡°needs to build confidence to imporve team presence¡±. These are the girls, those annoying girls, who just don¡¯t get the boys club and get put on project scheudling or hunior staff emotional support year after year whule the new scholar who plays a bit of code and can¡¯t save a pdf is put on interntional engagements for his fake laughter and office chat banter. These are the girls we crucify for asking for a csmidgeon of understanding when the pervy comment is called a complement and who worry about their obssessors loathing them for friendzones and friendly social questions when they drop by unanncaounced at their work. For we call these women feminists and after that we kill them for sport, and we love them for it because we suck the protest out of their existence. And if that doesn¡¯t work we pay them less and tell them to fuck off. ¡°You look better that way.¡± But yep just loosen up a bit in light of this please girls. Give us a smile. Simple as. My vices Drinking: No Smoking: No Marijuana: No Drugs: No In breaking new ground she left little notes in my bag, ¡°keeep it up¡±, ¡°you seem a littledown¡± ¡°we all love your hard work¡± ¡°coffee in 5?¡±. She¡¯d rescue a few kiwifruit, the good green sour skinned prickly ones, and drop them in incresaingly brazen deliveries of her hipsways down thee runway to my corner of the dloorplan. On fridays she¡¯d sit on my desk and pick through my notes. In moments of stress iw ould shut everything down and sketch scens from Ovid across my notebooks or release as many words as I could think of in a ten minute period and she, with a little touch of conern, would note them fold them in the glitter of her bracelet and walk vertical out my view with her hair a little ruffled. She started leaving her loyalty across the resideu of my worst wfh jokes, adorining her love reacts over my most tediouos porject team chats ruminations. I learnt through other whispers that she staked her territory and payed off her competiion in threat laced coffee walks. In the anxious there is always obssession of an incalcualble variety, that soemitmes betrayed her in rapid moments. For in my presentaions she would lean with both hands closed to her reddening cheeks whie I looked at the wall above her and teassed her with my most grating indifference. List all the wthings she worrried about. She worried about the moon blowing up, the pandas dying, the heaviness of her footsteps, the bias of her media, the rising frequency of her tears. She worried over isaraeli based humus suppliers, walking home at night, her gym stalker, the contamination of herpes, of undergrinning and overyepping, her menstrual cycle and tje ovalular moons, her expoentneial obligations and the possible futures of her boss¡¯ unthought but soon to be considered relfections on the shadows of his imagination. She worried about her gay man¡¯s drinking, her family¡¯s political dvide, her gabling addict brother, her early developing sister and the big one, you know the big earthquake that is supposed to raze the entire city in any possible second of any possible day. She knew hand on heart every conceivable metric of charatered health and considered the SSRI sideffects to be her fault. She contemplated thedigtial dark age in her third coffee, and corporate death every seven and one half mintues. She spent a speedread on the earthquake hazard notice of the bar we picked for false pretence after afterwork drinks (virgin mojito and my absinthe (heaven is a fascist regime)). She all-good-if-notted her noose regualrly and but for brunch and female compassion she would have made me consider her worries and mine. She could barely see straight, with so much worry pinching her skin. When she looked at fireworks, she would watch the black space for fire. She whispered in such a high pitch that sometimes I just spoke a response by interprting the motion of her eyebrows and she would be too worried to say no. I grew cuorage through quiet mockery calling her writng perfect and her colour coded organiation beautiful, her neatly deivded calendar a feat of clear eyed claculus. I assure you in my wealth, education, nepotism and most importantly the skin of my white, that there are few alive among my generation who can cliam to walk with such privilege. But its takes privilege to know privilege and so I lit her into laughter. This baroness of Taylor Swift, a little voyeuristic for her very own eye in her very own pleasure in her very own dirty mirror, folded beneath me when I said I considerde the gravitas of the modern women to be grossly unappreciated, and so we netwroked our way into a sweaty lbidinoeconomic aphasiacal locked stalls. On thursdays our bosses were bsent, along with half the office. Her worry was so intense that her excitement was the only method out of mental collapse, and so we had a secret morning stand up fucks every other avaiable waork day. She would pack perfumes for both of us, as we walked to the morning tea 5 miittues apart 10 metres in nasal diametre. She even shceduled them in my outbox calendar which I then costsed to the ministry of education. And If you were to have peered from the crack in the trans batheroom stall, you would see a a tongue slave murdered by the devil¡¯s very own leather clad tax collector. If you were to knock and wiat 30 seconds, you would see this author and ms liquid worry exchange indifference over a steel drink bottle. In my corporate espionage under and over her messages and emails I could weave so malicious tesaes that she had to fuck me to shut up. Which is a special kind of godstatus. Hey! you cucked balding renting impotent surviving and now cooking cleaning notevenbreadwining, ¡°I¡¯ll check in with the misso¡± screen slave: the most wild of your impulses, the absolute wonder of your highest dreams, your zoned out disasscoiated sexual phantasia, were merely my thursday monring commutes, which festered by nightfall to feature the most complex of plots worthy of the most radical work of the 21st centruy. You see there are women who crave a fuck no matter how sloppy and I have seen too many yards of smut on the piles of best sellers to neglect this crisis. Just for you girls. I let her slap me then scrape me then all of a sudden in her violent organsation I was ordering my own room using versace all uder my rists. I had santiary rpoducts for her on command. I had the pillow placed under her with precision. I listneed to her moan, and folowed her as her ratouille rascal. She coached me to coach her, to talk her through it. all of it. I made sure to have dark chocalte on hand for her crmps, a green juice in the fridge, and even bought a teddy bear name Timoth¨¦e from tiktiok for her mild but cute hysterias as I lay there and listened to her indoor plant care and financial advice. The only setback or unmet key performance indicator was my ambition. I received 15 recommendations a scpnnd after I listed the inlcimaiton to the literary life. SHe htough thsi a fate wortse than death and urged me to forget it all and keep building capital incase of recession. But aside from this, I had her driven back bright and early and imost importnatly zero acknoweldgement of our relations within any public setting. Ibn fact I never even adder her on instagram. In reward she consolidated my punishments into a bizzare narcosiss. At nightfall, she slapped me in teh face if my licks were not adequate and studded her acrylics with tufts of my hair if she felt any northbound movement prior to the 30 minute mark. I spent years with my tongue in her as her gothic prince, her soft skin, her jingoist. She crowned me names babyboy and worthless and brute and slugger and cumslut and whiplas and girlchild in the dark. She gave me bells and scars made me ms countess of her queendom. She had me wrthing in withdrawa pleading promises and brutal breaths of pleaseplease trhough sour eyes and panic. In her weak bony wrists was a deathgrip reserved for cruel denial that scraping acryliphallic torture. This is no homage, she dealt out messianic worhsip to a higher holy trinity of her, her toy and her toyboy. Becuase the misery was worse still. You may have detected shrewdly my beloved reader, that this is a faintly technological text. That I have soemthing of a technological predisposition. Let¡¯s call it here. I am waving the white flag. For an ego mighty as mine, was brought low as mere thrid party to her saitisfyer pro, her pleasure wand. You see my tongue was ancilirary to that bastard¡¯s supremacy. We all revere chat gpt. we all stick a finger in the wind and say singularoty. we all watch auteur aftre auteru build his own robot girlfirend. My brothers no need to make a film we lost the war years ago, that satisfyer outperforms the organic penis ten fold and twice long. Bite the bullet, and pack yoursef a new tool. You¡¯re both welcome. I left in her I hope a higher paradise when I quite simply could not keep to her pace. She¡¯s somehwere up there advising cabinet with triple my salary and no doubt carvign more desprate tombstoms. I will be the frist to admit, I took a fiancial loss in losing her kindly skin but I still enjoy her painting, just at the distance of a ghost follow. Who else mong the japanese microartforms was there? I w\once almost punctured my lung going upside down with the bulimic peach (U+1F351) I caught in aprofile saying ¡°short term for a lucky one¡±. I vacuumed a netballer (U+1F64B) who towered over me refining my footwork as we amashed my bedbase while switching to canine and woke up the whole house. I ate the bidding of vapist (U+1F4A8) a little on the nose for my liking but she called me ¡®pretty¡¯ to her groupchat. And if I rember thorugh the crowd there was a fuckme eyed (U+1F440) beautician I fetched from the marketplace for a discount on what she never wanted to be a lonely birthday. I let her be my slef-worth by treating her like a charger nursing her back from 1% and even complemented her photoediting. But the only problem with the infinite scroll is that the girls keep appearing. Fall in love again adn aagain. Fall in love again adn aagain. Fall in love again adn aagain. Fall in love again adn aagain. Fall in love again adn aagain. Fall in love again adn aagain. Fall in love again adn aagain. Fall in love again adn aagain. Again adn aagain. Again adn Again. 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This will be your starting point for removal: (4th wave) Look at Warhol struglging with his phone case, he can¡¯t even open it. He¡¯s got tears in his eyes. Serves him well. The man¡¯s a misogynist ! A gaslighter. Toxic. Liar. The way he talks about these women. What a loser. Emojis ! Objectigfication as celar as day. What pathos? he¡¯s pathetic. He¡¯s a meagre miser and the hypcorit of hisghest deisgn, for thsoe he calls nihilists are the hearts on which he feastss. He hates all around him. He flicks smicoke in my eye and twirls his moeny stacks above me. He thinks he an artist wbut that flatters him with a liar;s honesty. What a Piece of shit ! He is nothing. But lok at him he can¡¯t open the phone case. He¡¯s sweaty again he¡¯s even brought a choptsikc to no avial. He makes his girls shiny by adding preservatives, filters of ariticficiality. she is a commidty to be fetischised under modern (He calls it capital) but the words he chooses are not his. He thinks this effect is better in polyphonic voice. The collision of man and woman excites this heteropessimist. He¡¯s weak ! Ew. Let me tell you how he does it all, this fraud of of pure pretence. He picks words from ppretension, saying how we¡¯ve all got it wrong with a high strung chastise of a man insecure. I¡¯ve seen him steal and plant. I¡¯ve seen him struggle all through the night. I¡¯ve seen him grab with a fish hand and say he loves my skirt. I¡¯ve seen him whistle to the darkest receses and say his truth is mine. I¡¯ve seen him leer at me with a pen in his tongue and close off cold without a concern for my welfare under his thumb. He prettys me up for trysts and promise, then retreats inward with detachment in scwols of disgust like some happy prisoner in a modern facilitay of his own narcisstic inaccessibility. He¡¯s a new fluid. He argues his mind. He asks me ¡ª begs me ¡ª to see him pitied, to leave him in a meeat rump. He exploits a new dyad, the individual consumer and her phone, from desperation from despair and from touchdeprivation. I wish I never told him it will all be alright. That smug bastard said ¡°you might be right¡±. (Lorde, ¡°But you''re not what you thought you were ¡± Liability (Reprise) (2017)) Have you ever seen him frighten his mind and say he¡¯s all alone? He throw his hands to the wall blasts my terrors in to irrelevance, curls his lip, taps his foot, scans his fire eyes in lust. He has no will to survive. He prefers life through dark eyes, and he crushes mine inside. He was, has always been, casual and heartless. Bet you¡¯ve never seem him callous with me. Bet you¡¯ve never heard such a word. he¡¯s all goospi and freak, scrolling the crystal hatreds of male desire sitting over there all lazy in panic, psuhing his pace across the floor running himself manic. This boy is chronically terminally catatonically online, as all of them are now. Every woman knows what I mean. A boy whose self-analysis outweighs his selfesteem. He has the male disease. that particular combination of arrogance and timidity that sets my teeth on edge. He has a bad case alexithymia, for he¡¯s either an erratic paver of prefaced spiel, or thinking in conceit (not there at all). He sustains patterns of lying and manipulation to excuse his behaviour. he blame-shifts, minimises, denies, and provokes me so that he can call me aggressive and crazy. He was jealous and resentful of my professional relationships and isolated me from friends. Bascially, he blamed me for everything that was wrong in his life. Man, you¡¯re a carbuncle on the face of humanity and an obstacle to civilisation. Feel the shame. (Lorde, ¡°So I guess I¡¯ll go home into the arms of the girl that I love / the only love I haven''t screwed up,¡± Liability (2017)) Look at the objectification the objectification the objectification of his outlook. Hes turned women into emojis! He can¡¯t relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He preferred to feel my eyes on his cheek bones, and would swing his head in an amusing circular motion to speak to the ceiling, and then canter down to look at my chest. He would speak to the whole city on our walks up to his room. It¡¯s clear like any consultant, he knows 50 sexual positions but no woman. He told me all about the socialist society he attended once, where, in code for his discomfort with facing real working class people caught in life altering employer disputes, he lamented the lack of theoretical discussions. That Gramsci¡¯s distinction between Western and Russian systems of cultural hegemony was not applied to New Zealand¡¯s ripe revolutionary consciousness. He was honestly saddened that there would be no revolution tomorrow, and a little bit surprised. But this is the very same man who also says he¡¯s from South Johnsonville and not plum Khandallah. He also seemed to take pleasure in humiliating me, blatantly flirting with women in his apps in front of me. Laughing at my words. I was an accessory unacknowledged in a public place. His property. Ew. It is clearer and clearer by each book on his shelf from Nietzsche to Nabokov to poor Sylvia Plath (dog ear curiously positioned very early on), how little he cares for the consequences of the ideas he theoretises. How much he overlooks. How desperate he is for their justificaiton. I had half his attention at all times, that half of treating me like a feature of novelty, worthy of comments and simple questions, and the other half he was doing god knows what to me in silence. It was like he would sit me down to hear his voice memos while he went off on a mission to slow the sun. 3. Using your fingers or a thin, non-metal tool, gently pry the loose corner of the case away from the phone: (3rd wave) As I lay there on his unwashed sheets, hair matted and throat burnt, I regretted that in his enchantment he never could understand why I was there, what I needed, what satisfaction I was trying to claw at, what I was distracting myself from, that void that I needed to fill. This never needed his comment or characterisation but just honest attention, a careful handling of my needs. Instead he was drawing from a manual to perform the pleasantries of a role he didn¡¯t value. (Lorde, ¡°bet you rue the day you kissed the writer in the dark,¡± Writer in the dark (2017)) A wrtier, is there nothing worse? Like all people with inconsistent personalities his arrogance is unlimited. Stone cold liar he¡¯d cut me off mid sentence so he could hear me shut up. He had me hold him, but never looked up, or if he held me in his spoon, where he could relax out of my gaze, he would assault me with neck kisses, something I never provoked. He also made me feel bad about my intelligence and education, making nasty remarks when I wanted to read or do something intellectual I enjoyed. He knew he looked alright and paid so few complements to me, it was clear he thought that kind of common decency beneath him. Or more pathetically, I think he was so afraid of discomfort that he thought it was in my best interests to save me from any kind of ¡°objectification¡±. Probably hearing once from a joking lecturer, that under no circumstances was a complement appropriate when a woman is now everything but an artform. An idea that obviously terrorised him. (Eleanor Catton, ¡°...wondering, not for the first time, when exactly she had become so technologically dependent that her first instinct in every unpredicted circumstance was to outsource her imagination to her phone¡±, Birnam Wood (2023)) It was so apparent that the opiinons he held were entirely because they were palatable to the girls he fucked. all he would do was mould his words into my agreement. In those recycled internet opinions he branded me with, he would end every conversation parroting what I said. This defect of his, of massaging extreme opinions into complete supplication by praising me, patronising what he clearly viewed as basic and novel, was almost frightening. He never once saw that I understood how desperate he was. This is not to say that he wasn¡¯t an edgy contrarian, but in every conversation he would start from the most extreme point of view and think I wouldn¡¯t notice him dissembling it in such a way that whatever I replied would slowly dilute his vitriol, until he would exhale out his nose and say something like ¡°it¡¯s just so true the harm Taylor endured at Kanye¡¯s hands. I agree with you completely.¡± Or ¡°you¡¯re right silence is complicity¡±. For this is the new social skill of the male sex: Total placation. I could tell this manufactured epiphany, this total submission to the language I nodded towards him, was the product of countless conversations formed on the indecent foundation that words have little meaning. That ever since being handed the whiteboard pen by his early childhood teachers, of cruising to speech competitions wins by a combination of tedious diction and supplicant glances of appeal to his teachers¡¯ eyes, of stealing the stories of his friends and whispering them across pillows, of memorising the political positions of his lecturers in wildly sycophantic essays, that he had such little regard for language that it became anything in his hands. When I questioned him on his comments he said ¡°skux is as skux does¡± and started kissing my thigh. 2. Carefully work your way around the edges, continuing to lift the case away from the phone: (2nd wave) At the forum before Pegasus Books and Mother of Coffee, he stopped two steps above me, turned and straightened up to deliver the more serious end of his impromptu sermon, partially ithin earshot of Satay Kingdom¡¯s night owls. ¡°Ah but Sylvia Plath is so misunderstood! The positioning of her trappings of motherhood, which I don¡¯t deny are significant (my mum is a working mother, and had three natural births), and her sojourn into the literary world, that unique feminine perspective. She was Joan of Arc taking on 1950s New York. Or maybe Boudica for the aggression of her depressive spite. How she chastised those, on the whole, pretty well-meaning men around her. You cannot just ask to be an artist and then wallow in depression, I reckon. But all the same, you don¡¯t do that sort of suicide thing when you have children. Artist or not.¡± He said all this with quavering emotion, the grave social value of feminine literature curling his smirk. Now the crescendo.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°You see I always preferred Janet Frame who isn¡¯t so forthright with her second wave feminism. She sticks, rather impressively I think, to her mental state intensified by trappings of this small minded society of ours. In this country, the jandal clad philistines wander into Unity Books about once a year to demonstrate one sliver of respect for art, and then like the p¨­hutukawa they shed this red and fade bland again. Or actually, our other very own, the great Mansfield, now she inspires. I don¡¯t see why the girls I know who studied her at school loathe her so much. Maybe she¡¯s too boojwazee but you don¡¯t get anywhere in this country by avoiding an experimental kind of spectacle. ¡®The Garden Party,¡¯ now that¡¯s a story. Privilege affords the deeper conforntation with emotion. maybe it¡¯s not in vogue to say that, but she was correct. She had the luxury of a carefree eye to spot ¡°the little faint winds playing chase, in at the tops of the windows, out at the doors¡±. You must feel like Laura when you put on your dress. Getting all tidied up, to carry that little gift to the widow, trading it for the immediate oppression of that young man¡¯s death. To me, that brings Laura the breakthrough of artistic consciousness. What do you think about the great Sally Rooney? Or are you more into the popular, I wouldn¡¯t call it smut of course, but sexual dramas we find behind Whitcoull¡¯s toys?¡± I said I liked Sally Rooney. ¡°Nice. You see I¡¯ve had two girls gift me Sally Rooney¡¯s books as well. Can you imagine that? I think I should give them back but it¡¯s too late now. I couldn¡¯t get past the lack of punctuation, too radical I say for too poor of an effect. You wouldn¡¯t think she¡¯s from the same country as Joyce. Anyway I found the TV show better, which I never do by the way. I¡¯ve tended to shy away from the lower art forms, and feel better for it. Anyway are you familiar with Patricia Lockwood¡¯s essay, ¡®How do we write now?¡¯ (2018)?¡± Bah blah blah. I never met a liar with a bigger smile. And then the weekend nights week after week, nothing had changed. He was slow, uncomfortable and gasping heavy. And so tedous, so miserbale a fuck, so slef-aggrandsiing in his messages, so ruthless in his expeectation, so alien in his feeling, so brazen in his comparitive anlayses of all the girls he¡¯d previously fucked, that I found him a skeletal oblong provider too sad to get hard. (Janet Frame, ¡°I am writing about a girl who is not me¡±, Alison Hendry (1947)) He wrote my body poems. He wrote my tits a poem each. He worte all the world into my looks, spilt anxieties down my inbox, only to go mute for days at a time and hide behind his screen. And then he would say after the most horrific of scroll intensive midnight messages ¡°what one says comes from the depths of one¡¯s ignorance, the depths of one¡¯s own underdevelopment¡±. Wtfff ! Near the end of things, when I was under him counting the flicker of his chandelier, he grabbed my throat, opened it, and spat in it when he came. (Janet Frame, ¡°where Naida used to live, in the small square house with its wooden latticed eyebrows and the straggled lupines in the garden and the rusty old pump with dirty water pouring out¡±, Gorse is Not People (2008)) What he was, was so far from himself that I couldn¡¯t tolerate a boy so divided. He wanted me inconsistently and made his sadness my problem. It was not that I didn¡¯t like him but his diction, so antithetical to his heart, his effort so lacking, his refusal to recognise the he had heard the limits of my needs, was obviously too much for him to process. In his arrogance he would never just see me, for he was a zealot in bow or looking down from a bloodied crown. I had to go to great lengths to reassure him and even stopped speaking to certain people, who were absolutely no threat to him, to make him happy. This was a two month fling people ! The man was hijealous off weekend nights ! Warhol is completely egocentric, unable to relate, empathise or identify, and filled with a vast mental terror. I am never the women he sees, because he¡¯s seen hundreds between our Friday nights. I could see it in his defeated absences, feel it in his provocations, he was losing grip on what he knew too scared to stand back and just fall. He could not handle me or my salary or my neglect to eat from his palm and say ¡°thank you daddy¡±. (Janet Frame, ¡°It¡¯s a poem of himself and everybody else, an awful poem certainly but a sincere one because it¡¯s unconscious and beautiful one because what the heck¡±, Alison Hendry (1947)) I owe this man no voice. Have my silence you dead eyed ¡®poet¡¯ of self pity and violent love. I am never replying. Fuck someone else up not me. 1. Once enough of the case is lifted, slide the phone out of the case by pushing it through the opening you¡¯ve created. Be gentle to avoid any scratches or damage to your phone: (1st wave) Phone case removed. For any author to affirm a vision of masculinity, one must find it in Women¡¯s fiction. What is this pen sans masculinity? There are no manifestos here. In order escape from convention, Lorde, Eleanor Catton, Janet Frame, and Katherine Mansfield, craft women of defiance. Not cookie cutter film heroines, but women measuring their entire essence against the chambers they find themselves in. A definition based on possibility rather than the limits of convention. Where the women in each author¡¯s work strokes and feels the walls like Frame¡¯s Alison Hendry on her bed, the man in each author¡¯s work is constructed from wishes, from inverse presentations of represented forms. Men do not anchor any of the four authors¡¯ texts. They do not have thought written outside a women¡¯s thought of male thought, because each author operates from the material. Each author writes the text within her skin. Mansfield writes of a dead man in ¡®The Garden Party¡¯ (1922): ¡°There lay a young man, fast asleep ¡ª sleeping so soundly, so deeply, that he was far, far away from them both. Oh, so remote, so peaceful. He was dreaming. Never wake him up again. His head was sunk in the pillow, his eyes were closed; they were blind under the closed eyelids. He was given up to his dream. What did garden-parties and baskets and lace frocks matter to him? He was far from all those things. He was wonderful, beautiful. While they were laughing and while the band was playing, this marvel had come to the land. Happy¡­ happy¡­ All is well, said that sleeping face. This is just as it should be. I am content.¡± This is a dead man not living. This is a dead man not elsewhere. This is a dead man written as unwrtten. This is a dead man dreaming but not of a dream of Mansfield¡¯s pen. What little scholarship there is of these female writers, so tedious, so institutional, so dry and instantly extrapolated to imported ¡®On feminism¡¯, neglects the softness of possibilities. Nought is sharp but the mystery of the sad in the withholding of even just one slice of fruit by a work mapped out in wants. All is banal when unthreatened. Nature is a complement, the socius is a distance, interiority is ¡ª to use a shit word ¡ª empowering not limiting. The male stands in the distance blurry. He retains indifference, not agonised assumption. In ¡®literary fiction¡¯ women agonise over men, but in skilled literature of these authors there is not even a ¡°One¡±. A modern man thus honestly reprsented is not some reduction to a ball of tears in need of castration. A man is not a silver tongue. He is the limit. He is an affirmation of awe. He is presence rid of its haze. For a man in New Zealand literature must surpass all self-abasement called ¡°self-deprecation¡± and instead arrive at impulse, sweating, lecherous and poisonous so as to demand the attention of these women¡¯s words. To present a material form outside their own. To make love on the limit, ripping space from the confines of chronotope. Lorde, Catton, Frame, Mansfield never faced a man anywhere near their depth of their women. Not even close. Show me the complexity of man in any of their works ! The discourse is right to point out that Mansfield¡¯s innovations meant that the man is not a repressive artefact in her stories. But the question is not ¡°is there a women in the text?¡±. Such a question is a trial a repudiation an insult a thinkpiece a degradation a misery a weak manicured hand diluting New Zealand¡¯s literature historically. Literature renders only the most exact hands with the most exact of hands. In the most modern, the latest of secular states, the only woman alive, the Nietzschean ¡®last (wo)man¡¯, is Mansfield¡¯s ¡®Woman at the Store¡¯ (1912). The creationists, Frame and Mansfield, create a world unconcerned with the above question whatsoever because as creationists they ask ¡°is there a text in the woman?¡±. They seek out of themselves story, they extract man from women. They create from confinement, using materials of thought, not thought itself, not the abstract. 0. Gently slide the phone into the case, starting with one end, and then press the edges down until the case snaps securely around the entire phone (New Wave): Escaping the intelelctuallisation of the women in the first person perspective demands a visit to the characters of women, and the dreams of the men they wished for from the scraps they were given! Thus the new era, precisly where Witi Ihimaera asked where New Zealand literature is heading, is one of deamdning through callous transgression that there is a text in man. Overcoming himselef to afinally arrive the fucking flake ! Lorde sings of prohecy, it is for him to sing on his arrival and the women have already built the stage. For if we are to bring at last some immanece to New Zealand literature, to reject the global tides and pathetic appeals to trnscendece (whether offshore or in god or in becoming or selfactualisation or liberation or in the prudish, or really underfucked, euphemisms of sexual relations); If we are to stop reducing the whole chain of feminine experience to the unspoken ponderings, msuings, completntations, mediations, speculations, ruminations, reflections and introspections of unsaid thought (ironically, the major critiques of Birnam Wood (2023) fixate on the ideologies rather than material realities that arise abstractions ¡ª literally disbelieving, as Macbeth himsef, in the Birnam Wood); If we are to stop pathologising Frame and start understanding the world as her text; then the man, the ¡°kiwi¡± man arrives fulfillling, demonstrating, possessing, materialising the constraints of the wishes they scribed from imagination. He puts a cock on the cover and cums on your screen. Am I making sense? Not lip service but earnest explanation. The fucnitonal elemnt: Phone Case. This is not skin this is protection. Condom-lite. In the works of these women lies the New Zealand man. In the women before him he earches for protection, and for the women, the man they conceive liberates them from their impriosnment in tedious social dsicourse (specifaclly, the New Yorker, Newsroom, Spinoff, North and South and all the other wretched proptery management companies of moralistic literary landlords they call essayists). These women you trap in themes and regurgitate under asphyxiating categories of female thought, are victims of your menopausal pen. You need a road out of the female for the arrival of the male. Confused? DUmb bitch, let a man explain: The case is for protection, it gets oily and yellow, it has a sticker on it and clings to the phone. Mobile accessories include any hardware that is not integral to the operation of a mobile smartphone as designed by the manufacturer. Its purpose is to protect the phone from being damageed or to use for more convenient use of the phone. People can choose weather to use these accessories for their mobile. The phone case is optional, a shield, a sheath. It¡¯s a struggle to get the phone cass off. It¡¯s glued on, it¡¯s never been taken off. And we are not sure he ends up taking it off. There is a man that exists in all four authors works that is him. Begins by trying to take off the sticker, chipping the corners removing some parts in response to harm and self-reflection. Ripping it off is an inherently violent process and the women in their literature give no such place to masculine violence. Are the men in their text¡¯s our user? Remaining skintight to the process of violent struggle, is the chosen opetional exterior that every man displays. Can he take it off? Not with his language of violence. Case is waterproof, no tears around here. Cosmetic features mask a violent turmoil reacting against confortnation. (¡°I need my women to do it for me. Not a hot water bottle with tits but force of anture wiht a fresh pen. I need her under me. I need her instead of me. And if I am admired for admiring so be it !¡± This Author, 2024) I¡¯m running my mouth again, dripping lies from a poisoned tongue. With your pretty eyes fluttering berryaing an honest preach, I¡¯m annhiliating myself in screems. With my liquid promises betrayed by my superficila sppecch, you¡¯re licking me benaeath, beneath. With your hair tied up dwon on your carpet burnt knees, I¡¯m undressing this dysangelist in dream. (¡°Look me in the eyes when you drink from me !¡± This Author, 2024) I can¡¯t rid this shield I can¡¯t take it off it is a jar I cannot open even with dry hands and a sticky wet rag. Sans nude, exterior to being, sought in the traces of pretneded reads, sitting heavy on dusty shelves by the black sand beaches, lies the platform of this man finnaly arrived wiht a evil glint in his eye and the New intense, the New efforescence that says ¡°Give me my case, for I am a man and a man is I !¡± Charger 5G Enraged. A Thousand Plateaus. Alec Baldwin. Stressed. Abortion. Surprised. Accessibility. Accursed Share. Acetylcholine. ACT party. Active shooter. Addict. Addiction. Festive. Adobe Photoshop. Adolf Hitler. Adidas AG. Ecstatic. Adrian Lamo. Advanced Research Projects Agency Network. Afghan War Diary. Afghanistan. AI. AI models collapse when trained on recursively generated data. Airfryer. Airpods. Alenia Aermacchi. Alertness. Alex Jones. Algorithm. Alibaba Group. Alienation and Social Classes. Alon Blue Square. Alpha. Alphabet Inc. Alt right. Amazon.com, Inc. Amnon Mesilot. Amphetamine. Anarchist Cookbook. Anal. Andrew Tate. Android. Anilingus. Anorexia. Fuming. Anti-Christ. Anti-Defamation League. Anti-?dipus. Anti-Semitic. Anti-Semitism. Anti-Zionism. Angry. Anti-Zionist. Restless. Anti-Vax. 1914 Way down there on the kickstep of the hospo kitchen sat a pruple cylinder in the silver fingers of the coffee maker. Release in angle jamboress of scaping gestures young @lob0t0mymachine¡¯s firelips paused above the chokestick to think her way out of this payslip. Gambled pitter patter of windrain splashed her new screen showing the incomplete unsent two weeks notice. Clcik clatters of scraping floors and the laugh chatter of Comraed Fidel¡¯s two zonked dishies rambled the logic of her decision. To branch out and fly overseas without anything like enough bucks no house but a ticket of her mother¡¯s credit card purchase and an adventure amok. Or save her troube and wander back to Graham and his moody palms. His many promises. Inhale stress of a foreign land. Not as many as her they all say. Her colour her culture invisible in illo tempore. With no hand on her face where would she turn. Wiping the screen of droplets her eyes peeled the clock of twoo minutes to no break. Leather under her pplump plump platinum hair faded past care with a ring in her bulls eye abd Grhaam pouring demands for her notification. The new matron Suzy spying her ambiguities the last few days rostering new terror of leacer had @lob0t0mymachine petrified for her future me. Twisting prayer lips morning breath discomfort of addle jangles and her priced crime ruined her calm mind from the what must be terror of coming evening before her monad mother. Little @lob0t0mymachine took one last burnt puff anxious but in standing to return escape brang a new peach ice flavour to her mild life. 10,000 Anxiety. Energised. Apology of Socrates. App Store. Apple Authorized Service Providers. Apple Inc. Apple watch. Arousal. Artificial intelligence. Ashtrom Group. Association of excessive social media use with abnormal white matter integrity of the corpus callosum. AstraZeneca. Attack surface. ATOFINA Petrochemicals Inc. Attention. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Attention is All You Need. Australian National Cricket Team Ball-Tampering Scandal. Autism. Autocorrect. Autofellatio. Availability by region. Avid Technology, Inc. Optimistic. Backpropagation. Backshots. Barry Controls. Battery. Be real. Benadryl. Benedict. Benzodiazepine. 1923 Neat regalia on in rush face unclean the unsaid intern breahted a minor relief within the near dead battery of the callibrun under collar in the corporate cubicle of the seventh floor firm. from bagged eyes @infinitykock blew to the air vent in the corner ceiling, his favourite cube to sneak inhale, with a careful eye on the shadows tapping in the urinal. Burnt out dreads choked him fixedly to the presentation in 5 mintes. Unprepared catching the posiion of the sickess stricken regular, @infinitykock motioned ot the failure of his confience in the slipping ambition of his simulating mind. He would gun it othe lifts, never to return. It was a a scum¡¯s thought of honour to wear hours in this air freshed ladder, his greay matter spoke in conversation with the lightly concealed vapour. The transcribed notes app talking points of 15 minutes ago gone by jumbled him into a new panic. Blank tastes twistpondered the new lamb into solid oil slitehring down tongues. This frail ocean cliber with a long-haired farmer¡¯s speculative armour, gripped the gas like a day old banna. What for. What for. What for. The money signs sure looked sociable but with the walls gone lateral and public speech mortal, fresh hanging mental health blows no marigold in whistles to the wistful. @infinitykock stood to his toes inhaed once more put the Caliburn in his suit pocket and muttered ¡°fuck this¡± in surrender. Without drying hands and spotting a plane up in the sky backward mirror, the bathroom door pushed ajar and corporate Steve eschewed @infinitykock¡¯s simple desire for a faith unseen beyond the call of battle, and dragged him to his powerpoint. 587 Berkshire Hathaway Inc. Bernstein polynomial. Beta. Beyond Good and Evil. Beyond the Pleasure Principle. Bi. Excited. Biden. Bilderberg Meeting. Bing bong. Bitch. Bitcoin. Bipolar disorder. Birth of Tragedy. BlackBerry. Black lives matter. Black power. BlackRock Inc. Blackwater. Bo Burnham. Body image. Boeing. Boost. Bomb. Bomber. Borderline personality disorder. Borges Mediterranean Group. Boston Dynamics. Bottom. Bottomless Pit. BP Amoco. Brand. Brand Industries. Brazilian Butt Lift. Breakthrough handheld computer. Breast augmentation. Brexit. British Airways. Bruce Jenner. Brute force attack. Buccal fat. Bunge Limited. Caffeine. Caitylin Clark. Caitlyn Jenner. Cambridge Analytica. CanaryIS. Capital gains tax. Capital letter. 70 Twin dancers, strong @Rhetion and quick @MooM00t3a placed down ready upon the sixth take, parsed lips blowing vapour into the windter wind, a shared glick. This was the rhythm of the night the reeboks and the nike and perfect motion secured that like. @Rhetion threw an elbow to the east in sundown sky, with the the rechargable on her necklace fluttering into her growing unknwons. The carpark sugar highs never thought the screenshots to land in recesses of anonymous group chats. 1947 Capital Vol I. Capital. Vol II. Capital. Vol. III. Capital Vol. IV. Capitalism. Capitalism and Schizophrenia. Capitalist. Capitalist Realism. Capitol attack. Carbon credits. Carbon emissions. Carbon zero. Cardiovascular problems. Cargill Inc. Case of Wagner. Catha edulis. Cellebrite DI Ltd. Celtics. Central processing unit. Chaim Rumkowski. Chat gpt. Chelsea Manning. Chernobyl. Child porn. Child safety controversy. China. Chris Hipkins. Chris Luxon. Christ. Christianity. Christian Dior SE. 299,792,458 @cdog215 stuck to @cat_in_the_box¡¯s sheets. She¡¯d carved into him the terror of possibility, racing his mind beyond the crusing demands of the rpesent. Wodndering without her with her wedded to his chest. The feeling he swore against. The stability he¡¯d become enshrined into, she¡¯d stolen all his belief. Paralysed again and again what does she beleive in? Surely not me. Why tel the world only to see her real in joy nd steam of this slipping winter¡¯s eev? How could he look after himslef? I want to speak to her forever. If only she new the trouble of his feeling. I fonsy shee saw through my eyes. Would she run then? Could he believe her then? Does she see me fight for her and hasten my own destruction? @cat_in_the_box passed him back his vape and he whispered thanks terrified to puncutre the vapis cumulus with words he did not believe. How could he live for her like this? His pain could not be known. Patronising her within unawareness, sucking in the dreams of his sweet releif illusions crept dooubt into his mind. @cat_in_the_box whsipered ¡°another?¡± and licked his ear. How caould he name this love anything other than pity? Vehicle of higher need. ¡°Talk me through it, all of it¡± he smiled back. Is she ready for the onslaught of deendent hopoe? Arise sir mdiknoight. Alas, the fisherman¡¯s kindness fialed @cat_in_the_box¡¯s more brutal crvings. It would take an ambitious set of lies to build his potential. Ghosting would suffice. 1874 CIA black sites. Cigarette. Circana, LLC. Cis. Civilization and Its Discontents. Excited. Clitoris. Closed captioning. Coalition. Coca Cola. Cocaine. Cock. Codename. Cognition. Cognitive enhancers. Communist Manifesto. Computer Machinery and Intelligence. Computer numerical control. Computational Complexity Theory. Corporate Memphis. Collateralized debt obligation. Compatible Networks. Constellation Brands, Inc. Contribution to the Critique of Hegel¡¯s Philosophy of the Right. Conversation Safety. CoreCivic. 1933 @fuwzienoitd with pillow bathed in blue light put her lips to the chickstick and read her confession: Submission #1010 Grow up before everyone leaves you I am merely a spectator in all of this, but I feel like it needs to be brought to light. A breakup can be hard and you not wanting anything to do with your ex is more than understandable. However, when the two past lovers happen to be in the same friend group things tend to get complicated, awkward and others in the group tend to suffer the most. Witnessing one of the exs try to isolate the other one from the friend group only comes across as childish and immature. Thinking that they are only your friends is plain stupid. Verbally attacking one of them for talking to your ex and telling them that they¡¯re not allowed to do so is not right and only shows how insensitive you are. Even from afar I can tell that this is taking a toll on the people who are stuck in the middle. IDK how you can¡¯t see teary eyes in front of you when I can 20 metres away. And when those friends who are sick of your shit stop entertaining your fantasy that you should be worshipped, you go and clasp onto people who last semester you didn¡¯t like, and talked shit about them behind their backs. Everyone is entitled to be friends and interact with whoever the fuck they want and if you can¡¯t take that, then maybe you¡¯re the problem and not the 8 or so people stuck in the middle of your little hissy fit. The world isn¡¯t centred around giving you undivided attention that it seems you feel entitled too. ¡ª Focusing on failing economics [send confession submissio] That will no doubt knock some sense into her idiot flatmate, currently wanking through her walls. 1730 Cost of living. Covid. Covid-19. Convolutional neural networks. Cowgirl. Climate change. Climate crisis. Climate emergency. Crack cocaine. Crime. Crypto. Cum. Cumshot. Cumslut. Cunnilingus. Cunt. Cybernetics. Daddy. Dairy Farmers of America Inc. Danone S.A. Dawn. De Casteljau''s algorithm. Dead. Death. Deepmind. Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. Degrowth. Democrat. Deloitte Touche Tohmatsu Limited. Delta Air Lines. Delta Galil Industries. Deoleo. Dependence. Discourse in the Novel. Difference and Repetition. Dimensions. Diplomatic Cables. Discipline and Punish. Discontinued. 1837 @cheese_ape tried her ahand at free associating with her douche flute in-lippo and the bright fluffy pen of the notes app. I bought a vape today. I¡¯m scare of this I feel patheic I wnt to be healthier My poltical views are changing I criticse everything to the point where I think I¡¯m drainig for my friends I hate the way I think Nothing seems to come easy except for things I dont¡¯ want to hink I¡¯m in my head all day I¡¯m laughing more and more at my own expense But I also laugh a lot at other people¡¯s expense I have so much to do I don¡¯t ghave many skills I listen to music constnalty to drown otut the silence I don¡¯t have concrete beliefs or ideas I enjoy being away from my family but I miss my home I¡¯m not eating good food I¡¯m terrorising my friends This exercise is depressing I know I hate myself She called her sister. 1227 Disinformation. Disney. Disneyland with a Death Penalty. Display. Diversity. Doggy style. Domestic terrorism. Domestic violence. Dominatrix. Donald Trump. Dopamine. Double penetration. Dow Chemical Company. Drake. Drone strike. Drones. Drunken Boat. Eating ass. Eat hot chip and lie. Eating disorder. EBITA. EBITDA. EBITDAC. EBIDAX. Ecce Homo. ECHELON. Eclipse. Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844. Edward Snowden. Ego and Its Own. Electra Ltd. Electric vehicle. Eli Lilly and Company. 7000 @PDFGANG lit his ecigarrete with his finger to his gicangit, enourmous, extremely well refined, premier perceptive brain and tapped the album review into intellectuak formation: [5 stars] Groundbreaking Avant-Garde proto-post-post-hip hop European free jazz inspired seminal South Pacific soundscape: Wellington-based, Deep Skeezers, offer a pungent thrill-infused aroma of broken pipes, gooch sweat, honest introspection and unrequited, but no less ambitious teen love, through linguistic virtuosity and avant-garde Somes Island scene neo-electronica that offers a dramatic departure to day one fans, but represents a seismic shift in neo-internet free expression. Scatalogical but socially conscious, the fundamentally arabesque but veiled and dangled denouement is delivered in every bar and adlib, concocting a phantasmagoric sonic putrescence that challenges every notion of modern musical currency peeling away the catafalque of critique that lambasts an audience so unaware of their apnoea, their uninitiated malaise, that the Deep Skeezers craft audiologgical liberty with deft prestidigitation and gifted nous. It will be many years before the true artistic impact of this album will be known, but no more understood. 1440 Computational Intelligence, Learning, Vision, and Robotics Lab. E-Lab. Element Inc. Elon Musk. Emerging markets. Emirates. Emissions Trading Scheme. Encrypt. Encryption. Environmental, social, and governance. Epic Games. Epstein. Erotism: Death and Sensuality. Ernst & Young Global Limited. ESPELSA. Ethics. Etihad Airways. Euphoria. Evergreen. Exchange traded fund. Exmilitary. Exploit. Export Investment Company. External links. ExxonMobil Corporation. Facebook. Facelift. Facesitting. Faggot. Falun Gong. Fake news. False flag. Famine. Fanged Noumena. Fantano. Fashion Week. Fatigue. FCC Group. Fentanyl. Ferrero Group. Filesystem level encryption. First released. First International Bank of Israel. Fission. 1789 Jumping off the e-scoter @JimimaJ0y33 walked with her head buried in her phone, smahsing into the hsuoulder coat of whitened old man, typing out the following: ¡°This model is an e-scooter enthusiat¡¯s masterpiece. The technical additions have the mark of a widely expereicned scooter engineer¡¯s design nous. It zips, it zangs, pounces and transforms into jumps. The reconfigured handle bars cater to opposabe thumbs and even the new indicators give you a party mode to ward off pesky cars who are jealous of the scooter¡¯s rush hour manouervability. The sntad itself even feels like a throne and whie the turning circle taes a little adjusting to, riding this thing feels like flying a pegasus thorugh the means streets of Welly with minutes to spare. Congratualtions you have created a work of emissions-free art.¡± Clouding in her strut she rejoiced: ¡°Fuck off boomer, I have the right of way¡±. 1080 Fisting. Flash crash. Fletcher Building Limited. Fluoride. Fonterra Co-operative Group Limited. ForcedEntry. Form factor. Forms of Time and of the Chronotope in the Novel. FOX Corporation. Foxxconn. Free Hong Kong. Fren. Front camera. Fuck. Fucked. Fucking. Future Combat Systems. Gamers. Gamma. Gaslight. Gatekeep. Gay. Gay Science. Gaza. GE Aerospace. Geeked. GEO Group, Inc. Geordie Greep. George Floyd. Gen z. Gender inequality. Generation. Genome editing. Genocide. German Ideology. Girlboss. Repulsed. Global Information Grid. Global Intelligence Files. Gmail and the Restraining Orders. Google LLC. Gooner. Governance of China. Government Plates. 6,000,000 @GusCommonSense strethced out on the cheap wooden chair and watched the nurse bend over. He was glad he had parked himself early in the windwo seat. 88 years old is grit of grabbed age. And how they skewered him whenevr he¡¯d speak. They only ever had come for Harriet. She was kinder, had even sent them grandma pcitures, remebered their birthdays. Things like that. Her pictures of Gus sleeping with newspaper crosswords seemed to make them laugh instead of stare down at those things in worry. He couldn¡¯t understand why they stuck to something that made them look so sad. And the words he heard them speak, he¡¯d never ehard them befrooe. Whenerv he looked up they had a camera at him. Now he¡¯d orgotten what words he wasn¡¯t to say. Hrrient used to remind him before they came of the ones that had ¡°gone out of fashion¡± she had said. He used to make a song and dance but he never forgot them while she was there. Harriet she was his girl she always knew best. AFter she passed Gus couldn¡¯t say the story he wasnted to tell. He¡¯d just wathc the windwo. One story he loved to tell. One story he was close to paying people to ask him (since he had no other use for his money). One stroy no one ever asked. How did old grumpy gus hitch up with ¡®his Happy Harriet¡¯, how had Grumpy Gus done it? He was the talk of the town, whern he married her. She was the best thing since sliced bread. He¡¯d never let her foget it. For he never had much. Back then no one had much of anything. If we didn¡¯t have it we went without. But just yester he¡¯d lit up in joy at the youngest one, looking up from his touchpad and asking him now a week after the funeral where he had met Grandma. He burst with pride. This one must have still some of Grumpy Gus¡¯ spunk. He had the Gus interest. The Gus spirit. He sat up and talked just to the boy. Said this was one of his favourite stories. No one else was near. I saw her at the post office in a town far awy from her and said that she was the one. I stood outside her house with a lily, and then a rose, and a daffidil, every night for three nights.sent them up but She didnt answer at all. Gotta understand son, her house was three farms over. That¡¯s about 15ks each way on foot three nights in a row. I¡¯d come back guttered. Whistling while getting poured on, ruined my bst boots. Your great grandma gave me a paddling when she saw them. Then after the third failure. I said I had to go bigger. So I queued up at the town phone booth, and spent all my coins and rang up every florist in the 4 nearest towns. I pretended I was a big deal son. Said I was in town for the A&P show and I needed the biggest bouquets they had for a tractor magnate. Stolen novel; please report. Gus was streaming now, life in his bltohcy cheeks. Grey quivering lips. Gave Bruce all my savings for petrol. He gave it to his older brotehr and we took his milk truck. Then that night me and Bruce, we were the slickest lock picers in town. No cameras back then you see. No electronics. We hit 5 florists in one night. I stole the lot. Gave Bruce a whirl on the register at each, but only $10 each. Said not be greedy. Anyway big deal. These werer small towns you see. Money talks. Few copppers were wandering around the sunday markets for a few days afterwards to se anyone selling surplus sequoias. anyway The next nigth I snuck out of your great gramps, walked that 30kms with my donkey Gilly in the dark determined as an ox. But my heart was all loopy. Gus sat up even more, candfor the first time in months couldn¡¯t feel his banged knees. Gill and I Couldnt walk on the road, too much heat. Had to cut through the paddocks. Then I get to Harriet¡¯s and pitched up in wait. I brought with me 5 ham sammies and a milk bottle. Stayed in the paddock all night. Waitng for your granda to head out during the day. Tehn climbed up to her room 5 times. Almost got caught by the shearer. I left them all through her troom and I left her note saying ¡®I couldn¡¯t get a flower each day, I had to get them all. love G¡¯ And then the next morning she had the largest collection of flowers in the south island. Gus bemed light tears. Her mum always wondered bwhy the carpet smelled funny after tha. Well she was head over heels after that. For a peach like your granma, You¡¯ve gotta be bold son, you gotta go for gold!¡± ¡°Grandpa that¡¯s so messed up. Thats stalking you can¡¯t do that ! Sneaking around like that trespassing, stealing. That¡¯s ahrassment as well. Granma didn¡¯t ak you to do that ! Grandpa you¡¯re so lucky you¡¯re not in jail! Thats so so bad.¡± Gus was dumbstruck. ¡°Well you know it was harmless nobody got hurt. Jsut a show of uhh bitta uhh romance I think is what your granma said.¡± ¡°Nooooo Grandpa that¡¯s so mesed up. I¡¯ve got so mnay people tell this. I¡¯m gonana tweet this. I cna¡¯t veliev it.¡± And the boy ran from the room with tea to spill, leaving Gus and his oxygen tank at the crowded old folks home widnowsill. 2001 Graphics processing unit. GrayKey. Grayshift. Great replacement. Green party. Greenwashing. Greta Thunberg. Greyscale. Grind. Grindr. Groupe Lactalis S.A. Grundisse. Guant¨¢namo Bay detention camp. Guant¨¢namo Files. Hadar Group. Hamas. Hamat Group. Hamilton. Hardware. HarperCollins Publishers LLC. Harvey Weinstein. Hate. Hearing aid compatibility. Heineken N.V. Herpes. Histamine. History. Hitler. Holocaust. Holy Family. Homophobia. Hong Kong. Honda Motor Co., Ltd. Hot take. How to Read a Book. How to win friends And Influence People. Hudson¡¯s Bay Company. Human, All Too Human. Hutchinson Group. Hyperpop. Iago. Identifier for Advertisers. Idiap Research Institute. Worried. Imagining Decolonisation. 2007 @DeepStateEnemy88 mused to his scarely prickled chin, while pouring his juice in his griz, and posted some deep deepthinking on his wall: ¡°What if we never discovered coronavirus? The pandemic would ave occured the same way but with no publicity. People would have gotten sick, most owuld have recovered and the vulberable would have died. Their deaths would have been attributed likley to influenza or just pneumoia. No one owuld have queationed the numbers because there would have ebeen no anomaly. I know about 30-50,000 a year die from influnza in the US as it is. There would ne no effects to the conomy, no mass hysteria, no lasting poltiical issues. Would nayone have noticed? Have we endured similar pandemics before and een totally unaware?¡± [New comment.] wow, ALreadya what could it be? @BenDover: What If we never discovered coranvirus? Id probably see less cooked as statuses made from your masturbation dungeon on my timeline 420 Impeachment. 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Johnson & Johnson. 69 @Pawgslurper ihaled three inhales, reading the worst email he¡¯d ever recieved in his netire life: ¡°uberEats: Unusually high number of refund requests Dear customer, Your number of refund claims is much higher than what we see from most eaters. We believe this behaviour is not in line with our Community Guidelines. Therefore, we have suspended your account. If you think this is an error or want your account reactiviated, please contact support through the Help section in-app or at this email address.¡± A 2 year gambit stealing food from a food delivery app the size of the entire world had run it¡¯s course. New brick phone new number new idenitidy, same ploy methinks. 1500 Jordan Peterson. JPMorgan Chase & Co. Juche. Julian Assange. K9 Unit. Kareem Serageldin. Kanye. Kendrick. Ketamine. Keystone pipeline. Kill. Killed. Klu Klux Klan. Blissful. KPMG International Limited. Kyle Rittenhouse. Kylie Jenner. Lab leak. Labour Party. Lesbian. Libidinal Economy. Lil Pump. Lies. Life. Liposuction. Lithium. Literature. Little Saint James. Live from Death Valley. Disgusted. Location tracking controversy. Lockdowns. Lockheed Martin. Logan Paul. Long covid. Look between. LVMH Mo?t Hennessy. Louis Vuitton. Macbook. Machine learning. 1756 ¡°Violet Candle just reads book reveiws if she can even be btohered, and believes that thrid wave feminism showed that writing about feminsim just makes girls targets for male scorn. When I said that that male socrn has always been present and will always persist, she faltly denied that the current position of women has been improved by feminism and that integrating into the work place was the most horrifying countrer punch to any kind of ¡°peddled¡± feminist liberation. She said she¡¯s waiting for UBI (univerasl basic income) to come when the robots takeover so she can pay rent and paint. She told me our second wave suffragettes sold a lie that ¡°capitalists¡± were only too happy to encourgae. SHe said that all the gains in lgbt rights were only supported once gay marriage was made legal. She said that ¡°Kendall Jenner handing a cop a pepsi is the world Susan Sontag bought for women¡±. SHe said that the integration of lgbt into women¡¯s rights was a conflation of ¡°commodities¡± and that she hates the thought of spending her education in an office where she is made to work for men that are paid more than her. She called Hillary CLinton ¡°fake¡± for not divorcing Bill CLinton. She sees mddern literature as a regurgiation of liberal fantasies that are increasinly unsutobale for a world that suppresses women of colour within a prism of white idealism that justifies all sorts of insane promises. She says these women of colour are forcde to write feel good culture stories cause it¡¯s easier to market them that way. She said that modern women of colour are ¡°purchased¡±, having their publishing rights entirely owned by white women who own the few publiching houses left and that they outsouce all public promotion of their works to the writers themselves in case they are seen to encourgae women of colour in a way that might be inauthetic. She says this is cover for ¡°lowering production costs¡±. She says 4th wave fminism doesn¡¯t even exist, it¡¯s a ¡°product¡±. SHe said in short that liberal feminism was responsible for a proliferation of literature designed to constrain women into new impossible images of selfactualisation and that ¡°girls that invest¡± ¡°the futre is female¡± ¡°feminism is my second favourit f-word¡± and ¡°girlboss¡± are ¡°death camp commandments¡±.¡± Trusty newlywed @SteveGarbles89 said to he was also interested in women¡¯s literature, before sucking his llightsaber and turning off the light. 1884 Line. Management & Training Corporation. Manufacturer. Marketing. Marvin Heemeyer. Marvel. Marxism. Marxist. Mask. Masks. Mass. Mass Psychology of Fascism. Mass shooting. Mayer¡¯s Cars and Trucks Company. McDonald¡¯s Corporation. McKinsey & Company. Megan. Memory. Mephedrone. Messi. Meta Platforms, Inc. Metaphysics. Methylenedioxypyrovalerone. Methyl?enedioxy?methamphetamine. Methylphenidate. MeToo. Apathetic. Mfs. Microsoft Corporation. Mid. Misinformation. Missionary. Mitsubishi Group. Modafinil. Model. Models. Modem. Money Store. Mood. Mood Stocks. Mosquito. Mosque. Moss. Mossad. 1948 @NPC_1283789 walzed with a whistle in his teeth. Never had his happiness attacked him such thick furore. He was unof this earth and certainly not that earth. Holding the espresso past Clube Da Esquina, life was not killing him just as easily as it would usually be. He vered off around the accessible path and snuck behind the hospital with %50 in his pocket and opened the hindmost door. Vaping over the dead one, he handed the cash to the morgue cleaner and then relieved his phantasia. 1980 Motivation. Mr Beast. Myocarditis. Mythologies. Narcissist. Narcissistic personality disorder. Narcolepsy. Narcotics. National party. Nationalist. Natoon Group. Navinder Singh Sarao. Nazi. Necrophilia. Neo- Nazi. Neocognitron. Nestl¨¦ S.A. Neurotoxicity. Neuroplasticity. News Corp. NFTs. Nicotine. Nietzsche Contra Wagner. Nigga. Nigger. Nike, Inc. No Love Deep Web. No nut november. Nordstream pipeline. Norepinephrine. Notes. Not Like Us. NRG Energy, Inc. NSA World Leaders Target. Nuclear energy. Nvidia Corporation. Obama. Obsessive compulsive personality disorder. OIBDA. Ok boomer. Omicron. On the Genealogy of Morals. Operating system. Oral sex. Other. Overdose. Overuse. 1996 @femc1de grabbed her gas: Restaurant review I¡¯d like to slob the cock of whoever made this braised lamb Good Boy Sandwich! [5 stars] 2004 OxyContin. Ozempic. ?zil. Palantir Technologies. Palestine. Palestinian. Panama Papers. Pandora Papers. Paradise Papers. Paris Agreement. Pegasus malware. Pegatron Corporation. Penguin History Of New Zealand. Penguin Random House LLC. Penis. Penis envy. Pentagon Papers. Pepper spray. PepsiCo, Inc. Performance enhancing substances. Pfizer. Phenomenology of Spirit. Phenylpropanolamine. Philip Morris International. Physical performance. Pitolisant. Playboi Carti. Poetics. Polyamory. Polygamous. Pope Benedict. Pope Francis. Pornhub. Post-traumatic stress disorder. Poverty of Philosophy. Powers that B. 2008 Bled incensed by the scars of growth, @Bianca_xo saw red in the selfie camera. Models and casts of ribbed skin and disorder shapes flooded the screen up to her teeth. She had hips of sticks and plasters for cheeks. Now she feasted on th epity they thought she coud not see. In her muscularity her inhales were prized nourishment. But in strolling the bright images of the thin ideal she could hardly concentrate on the blacknes that would swerve into the oblique. How long had it been since she sung? Those trophies that made her someone admired. Something pretty for thema all. Tose medals didn¡¯t used to hurt when they swung against her chest. Now they rattled. Her mum used ot make her sing for fmily at birthdays. She was the one. Then she started filimg them. Filiming all of them. Showing her phtoos. They even learnt phtooshop together. Just them. They used to see so mnay pictures of girls. All of the others they met on the road from comp to comp. So many pretty girls, so many skinny girls. Her little cries and medals on the door seemed a lifetime from lifetime¡¯s eyes. Inhalign the girly pop a neew ideal shook her core. Her posst stood nascent on three likes. She hated it. She posted another. She hated it. She posted another. She posted another. She passed out. Bianca loved to sing. 2010 Preliminary Materials for a Theory of the Young-Girl. Prescription. Pricewaterhouse Coopers International Limited. Prince Andrew. Prince Harry. Prison Notebooks. Privacy. Pro tools. Problems of Dostoyevsky¡¯s Poetics. Production. Project Nimbus. Prolegomena to Any Future Metaphysics. Prometheus. Propaganda. Prostitute. Prozac. Psychosis. Psyop. Putin. Qanon. Qatar. Qatar Airways Company. Quarantine. Queen. Queerbaiting. At ease. Race. Racist. Racism. RAND Corporation. Rape. Raytheon Industries. Rear camera. Reception and legacy. Receptive fields and functional architecture of monkey striate cortex. Recession. Rectified linear unit. Red pill. References. Related. Removable storage. Rent. Rent controls. 2011 @smolfern looked at the checkbox asking her for her pronouns. An then the one asking for her vaccine status. And then the one aslig for her sexuality. And then one asking for her ethnicity. And then the one asking for her thoughts. She inhaled: I¡¯m mad as hell, and I¡¯m not going to take this anymore! [Shityoushouldcareabout infogaphic] Stoppping wearing masks in order to pretend like the virus disappeared. How do people not scream lmao [NPR podcast ] They changed abortion laws and escalated police brutlaity and a pandemic in order to fraudulently assume power. [Meghan Markle podcast ] They¡¯ve demonized women and lgbtqia+ sexuality in order to create superstitious fearful bigots who act by bullying and harassing anyone accepting of love [Tumblr fanfiction] Women are denied power, and sexual assaulted which has rerouted the human sex drive to respond to public spectacles of female punishment and humiliation with publicised misogyny. Cancel culture is a libidinous dogwhistles for sadists and incels. This continuous panic about human sexuality cannot continue. [lgbt Influencer] The atmosphere is of continuous deliberate stimulation. Alcohol available on every corner at all times but no affordable access to mental health services anymore. People are goaded into scandals and spectacles which make money and drive clicks and salacious moral indignation. [Bell Hooks pdf download]. Everyone is tortured with loneliness and starved for affection. Society is being reorganized so that all human interaction must happen online under strict surveillance. The price you pay for friendship is obedience to regime rule. Nothing can happen out of their sight. [Elliot Rodgers manifesto pdf download] She exhaled She went with she/her . 19 controls. Reorganization plan of the United States Army. Repairability. Republic. Retail. Retail strategy. Retard. Retarded. Retrograde. Reverse cowgirl. Reward system. Ritalin. Rizz. Roe v. Wade. Content. Rubicon International Services Ltd. Russia. Rusty trombone. Ryan Trecartin. Sales. Same sex attraction. Sandpaper. Satoshi Nakamoto. Saudi Aramco. Schizo. Schizoaffective disorder. Schizocapitalism. Schizophrenia. Schizophrenic. SCUM Manifesto. Security. See also. Self help. Serotonin. Sex. Sexual. Sexual assault. Shadowbanned. She Comes First. Shinzo Abe. Shit. Shitcoin. Sicko mode. Side effects. \mathbf{v} = \frac{d\mathbf{x} }{dt} = g(t), @YeezusTruthr looked at the checkbox asking him for his pronouns. An then the one asking for his vaccine status. And then the one aslig for his sexuality. And then one asking for his ethnicity. And then the one asking for his thoughts. He inhaled: I¡¯m as mad as hell, and I¡¯m not going to take this anymore! [Feminist gets destroyed on TV] Having to suddenly wear a mask as a religious garment. How do people not scream lmao [Jordan Peterson Joe Rogan podcast best clips] They changed voting laws and escalated race riots and a pandemic in order to fraudulently assume power. [Ben SHapiro debates] They¡¯ve demonized men and basic male sexuality in order to create a weak, pharma-dependent genderless population of superstitious fearful consumers who act as free police by bullying and harassing anyone critical of the regime [Donald Trump funniest moments] Men are removed from power via continuous cynically deployed sex scandals, which have rerouted the human sex drive to respond to public spectacles of male punishment and humiliation with sexual politics. Cancel culture is a libidinous sexual activity for sadists and eunuchs. This continuous panic about human sexuality cannot continue. [Red Scare subreddit].The atmosphere is of continuous deliberate stimulation. Alcohol available on every corner at all times but no affordable access to mental health services anymore. People are goaded into scandals and spectacles which make money and drive clicks and salacious moral indignation. [Bronze AGe Pervert BronzeAge Mindset pdf download]. Everyone is tortured with loneliness and starved for affection. Society is being reorganized so that all human interaction must happen online under strict surveillance. The price you pay for friendship is obedience to regime rule. Nothing can happen out of their sight. [Elliot Rodgers manifesto pdf download] He exhaled. He went with he/him. 3.14 Industries. SIM unlocking. Simon & Schuster LLC. Sisyphus. Sjw. Fulfilled. Slay. Slayy. Slenderman. Slogan. Slut. Slutshamed. Social justice. Solar Anus. Snowden. SSRIs. Spotify wrapped. Sriracha sauce. Miserable. Software. Sony Group Corporation. Sound. Sovena. Speculum of the Other Woman. Speech to the National Convention. Steroids (Crouching Tiger Hidden Gabber Megamix). Stewart Lee. Steve Jobs. Stoics. Storage. Submissive. Submarine. Subscription. Successor. Suicide. Supply chain. Surrogacy. Sustained release. Swiftie. Swifties. Symbolic Exchange and Death. System-on-chip. Taiwan Independence. Taliban. Taylor Swift. Techno-runaway. Technological Singularity. Technological Society. The Gulf War Did Not Take Place. 404 Knock knock Who¡¯s there? The human spirit [CAPTCHA failed.] e^(i*pi) = -1 The New York Times. Thirst for Annihilation. The Wall Street Journal. Lonely. Tim Robinson. Tel Aviv Stock Exhange. Tencent. TeraDeep Inc. Terf. Tesla, Inc. Theory of Bloom. Therapist. Therapy. Theses on Feuerbach. Thinspiration. Thinspo. Third party apps. Thomas Matthew Crooks. Thread. Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Tiananmen Square. Today years old. Tolerance. Top. Toyota Motor Corporation. Tibet independence. Tired. Timoth¨¦e Chalamet. Tracking prevention. Trans. Trans-Pacific Partnership. Transgender. Relaxed. Transphobic. Restful. Trump. Twilight of the Idols. Two shots for summer. Type. Balanced. Uighur. Ukraine. Uyghur. Unpopular opinion. Despair. Untimely Meditations. 2 In the hall of mirrors the paranoid schizophrenic put a kaleidoscope to his eye and screamed. A billion hung maybe more. The faceless hear everything. Behaviour (alert). Haloperidol. Every movement determined by cybernetic CONTROL. Data mined to castrate and confine. Shoot up the apple park. No thought unrompted. Rapport (elaborate). No revolt concidered. Crtiique watchlisted. Dissent tracked. Voices recorded. Regime strengtheend. In your walls. Speech (normal). They took my ciggarettes. Predisposing. Precipitating. Perpetuating. Protective. They montir through the front facing camera. Mood/affect (numb). they have access to my personal device. Aripiprazole. They have collected vidoes of me to use against me. Informal coercion. Infromed consent. They will livestream it for the world to see. They follow me night and day. Price my life. Biometric information collated in global database. Thought process (directed). Shoot up the apple park. They knwo where I live. Thought content (fixated). Close my account. They hace used this infromation to stop me from clearing my name. Everyone is going to get me when it comes out. Risk (medium). Peerign out of the curtain. I hear men with guns. Nowhere unsurveillanced. Social. They remove the insubordiantes. Shoot up the apple park. They lock up the questioners. Can¡¯t escape. New invention = new distortion of the human. Perception (hallucinatory). Involuntary treatment. Indefinite detention. Watch my bank statements. Biological. Right to refuse medial treatment. Olananzapine. Psychological. Drones fly above. Police lights on the ceiling. Cognition (intact). They want the metnally ill to self-identify and then die. Shoot up the apple park. Nasogastric force feeding. Insight/judgment (exact). Smiling, too light for life, to free to be alive, the injected pancuronium bromide swapped with the leaking tears in his eyes. shoot up the apple park. 1 Unvaxxed. USB-C Charge Cable. US Patent 8438181. USB-C Power Adapter. USB Restricted Mode. Vagina. Vape. Vaccinated. Vaccination. Vaccine. Vault 7. Vax. Vedanta Resources. Venture capital. Violence. Villar International. Visa Inc. 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Serene. 80% [Low Power Mode Turned Off Battery sufficiently charged] Designed by Apple in California Assembled in China F=open(¡°countries.txt¡±,¡°r¡±) text=f.read() countries=text.split() Length=len(countries) while length>1: rand1=random.randint(0,length-1) rand2=random.randint(0,length-1) while rand1==rand2: rand2=random.randint(0,length-1) print ¡°--> ¡°+countries[rand1]+¡± faces ¡°+countries[rand2] decider=random.randint(0,1) if decider==0: print ¡°--> ¡°+countries[rand1]+¡± has been completely defeated\n¡± countries.remove(countries[rand1]) else: print ¡°--> ¡°+countries[rand2]+¡± has been completely defeated\n¡± countries.remove(countries[rand2]) length=len(countries) d=str(length) print ¡°~ ¡°+d+¡± countries remaining~\n¡± print ¡°--> ¡°+countries[0]+¡± is only country remaining¡± This is an automatic bot that randomly generates posts. This is not an interactive bot so you can¡¯t send requests to have a specific outcome. How it works: A random territory is chosen. Another random territory close to the first one is chosen and is conquered right away. There is no battle. It repeats the process until only one country remains. (Alternative (Alt) Text conveys the ¡°why¡± of the image as it relates to the content of a document or webpage. It is read aloud to users by screen reader software, and it is indexed by search engines. It also displays on the page if the image fails to load.) The most effective strategy in Fornite is not to fight. (A black and white photo of a barren stark lifeless landscape is littered with cannonballs) In a Battle Royale game format with 195 players the objective is to survive until the end, rather than increase kills. [January 2025, Kyrgyzstan conquered Uzbekistan territory previously occupied by Turkmenistan] ¡°We¡¯ll bomb them until they''re not there anymore¡± 01:18 I don''t know if that¡¯s a... (A black and white photo of a soldier collapsing backward after being fatally shot in the head, with his rifle slipping out of his right hand) Grab all the guns in the beginning. ¡°The United Nations gave the Allies the go ahead to wage war¡± 01:19 Hey Bushmaster element, copy that White Six? 01:21 That¡¯s a weapon. 01:22 Yeah. ¡°The colonial order speaks through the barrel of a gun¡± (A black and white photo of three American GIs lying dead on the beach. In the background is a burnt out barge) Swipe | Sound Up | Share [February 2025, Vietnam conquered Thailand territory] (A black and white photo of hundreds of naval personnel on a warship observe two coffins covered in American flags to be buried at sea) Crouching increases your aim by reducing bloom. ¡°There won''t be any restrictions¡± 01:23 Hotel Two-Six; Crazyhorse One-Eight. 01:29 Copy on the White Six, Bushmaster Six-Romeo. Roger. [August 2025, Madagascar conquered French Southern and Antartic Territories territory] [October 2025, Scotland conquered Isle of Man territory] (A black and white photo of six marines raising the American flag on a mountain) Look for ammo crates. ¡°They dispatched the entire Apache payload in seconds¡± (A black and white photo of a group of emaciated male prisoners in striped clothing stand behind a barbed- wire fence. They have gaunt faces and skeletal bodies.) Swipe | Sound Up | Share 01:32 Fucking prick. 01:33 Hotel Two-Six this is Crazyhorse One-Eight. Have individuals with weapons. (A well dressed man with a trilby hat in a tie and overcoat, with civilians behind him stares at a pile of skinny bodies stacked in the foreground of the image) Read the patch notes. (A sailor kisses a nurse in Times Square) [March 2026, Yemen conquered Djibouti territory previously occupied by Eritrea] ¡°We have no recourse to half-measures¡± (A photo of a man holding a pistol to a prisoner¡¯s head as he pulls the trigger. The prisoner is wearing a plaid shirt and has his hands tied behind his back and is grimacing in pain and fear at the moment of death) 01:41 Yup. He¡¯s got a weapon too. 01:43 Hotel Two-Six; Crazyhorse One-Eight. Have five to six individuals with AK47s. Request permission to engage [May 2026, Uruguay conquered Argentina territory previously occupied by Chile] Share ammo with your squadmates. 01:51 Roger that. Uh, we have no personnel east of our position. So, uh, you are free to engage. Over. 02:00 All right, we¡¯ll be engaging. 02:02 Roger, go ahead. (A naked 9 year old girl runs on the road towards the camera crying after being severely burned on her back by napalm) ¡°They dropped hundreds of bombs and destroyed everything within a 5 mile radius¡± [June 2026, North Korea conquered South Korea territory] 02:03 I¡¯m gonna... I cant get ¡®em now because they¡¯re behind that building. 02:09 Um, hey Bushmaster element, copy that White Six? 02:10 He¡¯s got an RPG! ¡°There was no fear of retaliation¡± (A man in a white shirt and black pants holding a shopping bag stands in front of a column of 4 tanks) If you get caught in storm start a ramp before you exit. ¡°The harriers are loaded with thousand pound cluster bombs¡± [October 2027, New Zealand conquered New Caledonia territory] Learn some building patterns. ¡°You can see the missile piercing the roof and exploding against the back wall¡± Be smart about your building. [May 2028, North Korea conquered China territory] We improved the frame rate by greatly reducing the number of objects that need to be updated. (A man balances on a box with a hood over his face draped in a rags with wires electrocuting each finger standing on a cardboard box) ¡°It looks pretty messy on the ground¡± (2 photos featuring a man in bed w/ eyes closed in pain, the other is the same person lying on the floor loking at the camera w/ a bandge on his head. Another photo is a room filled w/ luggage & the other is of a truck for moving) Simply press the respective console¡¯s D-Pad down arrow to access Fortnite emotes. ¡°As soon as the planes land more thousand pound bombs are loaded by the ground crew¡± (a photo of a young man sitting on the rubble covered floor of a destroyed home. Walls ripped open, frmes bent like heavy curtains drawn back to show bright daylight where another wall should be. He looks towards the camera, his arms resting on his knees.) Rebind your walls/stairs so you can easily access them. 02:03 I¡¯m gonna... I cant get ¡®em now because they¡¯re behind that building. 02:09 Um, hey Bushmaster element, copy that White Six? 02:10 He¡¯s got an RPG! Players will no longer appear as if they are still holding a weapon after being hit by a Boogie Bomb. 02:11 All right, we got a guy with an RPG. 02:13 I¡¯m gonna fire. 02:14 Okay. Stay hidden in case of movement. 02:15 No hold it. ¡°The Americans seem to be planning warfare on a huge scale¡± 02:43 You¡¯re clear. [June 2028, Canada conquered United States of America territory] ¡°I think my biggest danger out there today was running into another American aircraft¡± Use the compass to call out locations to your squadmates. (On a Sunny day people run in all directions, parents with kids or alone, through streets being bombed in the distance and next to buildings destroyed. There is not clear path to safety as one does not exist.) Use and stick close to cover. ¡°Apache gunships designed to destroy tank columns were hunting down individual soldiers¡±Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. 02:44 All right, firing. 02:47 Let me know when you engage them. 02:49 We¡¯re shooten. (People struggle through the rubble of a decimated building, covering their mouths against the clouds of dust. one woman carries a young child. in the background, still standing buildings, though at least one shows partial destruction, likely from a bomb hit.) Swipe | Sound Up | Share [November 2028, Sweden conquered Finland territory] [March 2029, Serbia conquered Montenegro territory] (A photo of a hospital room empty of people. Half a dozen hospital beds are haphazard, some with discarded medical supplies on them.) Hit the blue circle while you¡¯re destroying things. ¡°The period of even more intense devastation began¡± 02:50 Light ¡®em all up. Fire your automatic weapons in short bursts. (A photo of a father before his last breath trying to hold onto his dead child - both of them have been shot dead by the army) Swipe | Sound Up | Share 02:52 Come on, fire! ¡°They¡¯re not trying to fight us right now, they¡¯re trying to hide from us¡± Fixed an issue which caused players to hear bullet ¡°whiz-by¡± sounds from their own shots. (A baby girl rescued from the rubble of her home that was bombed by warplanes in the refugee camp) [November 2029, [REDACTED] conquered Nigeria territory] 02:57 Keep shootin¡¯, keep shootin¡¯. Gunfire audio will no longer pan to the left & right as you move away from where you shot. ¡°We have the power. We have the freedom. We have the intellect. We have the affluent. We can manifest our own destiny.¡± [February 2030, Italy conquered Vatican City territory] Use the compass to call out locations to your squadmates. [April 2031, Northern Ireland conquered Ireland territory] 02:59 Keep shootin¡¯. (A man lies on the ground in rubble with a deep gash in his forehead smothered in dust) 03:02 Keep shootin¡¯. (People rushing for cover after a strike.) (A disabled person in blue jeans & a white undershirt with double leg amputation in a wheel chair swinging a slingshot above their head with black smoke billowing in the Background.) 03:15 I got ¡®em. (A photo of a child screaming in pain while stitching up his wound without anaesthesia as a result of the severe lack of medical supplies from the siege.) (A bombed children¡¯s playground. there are no children playing due to rocket fire.) 03:19 Oops, I¡¯m sorry .....? ¡°They¡¯re not apart of the same human race that the rest of us are.¡± Remain calm even if you hear footsteps. ¡°They won¡¯t be attacked. We¡¯ve made that perfectly clear.¡± 03:20 God damn it, Kyle. 03:23 Sorry, haha, I hit ¡®em I think... (A truck is loaded with 38 trucks of flour and 76,000 litres of fuel to provide food supplies.) Swipe | Sound Up | Share [April 2032, Antarctica conquered French Southern and Antarctic Territories territory previously occupied by Madagascar] 03:28 All right, you¡¯re clear. (Women and children at a hospital morgue mourning relatives killed in a strike.) ¡°This is very early days¡± (Mourners at a mass funeral watch as medical personnel prepare 47 bodies of people that were taken and later released.) ¡°The war will continue with undiminished intensity.¡± 03:30 All right, I¡¯m just trying to find targets again. (At least 100 parachutes or more of humanitarian aid packages drop from the sky in wide expanse of land.) ¡°Quite frankly the United Nations doesn¡¯t matter anymore. Somebody said to me a couple hours ago ¡®Perhaps they should sell the building to the Chinese or Japanese and they can turn it into a Pizza Parlour.¡¯¡± (A video circulates in whcih a soldier speaks to the camera and says ¡°We are looking for babies but there is no babies left, I killed a girl that was 12 but I''m looking for a baby¡±) Learn when to engage. 04:31 Oh, yeah, look at those dead bastards. 04:36 Nice. (A man lost his child after the bombing of a residential block in the refugee camp) Remember, this game is about surviving, not getting kills. (Members of family in traditional dress mourn next to a recent grave covered in flowers.) (A photo of relatives and friends praying near the body of a staff member) ¡°We know that our cause is moral. We know that our cause is right. Peace can only be established now.¡± [November 2032, Macao conquered Hong Kong territory] [May 2033, Australia conquered Timor-Leste territory] [March 2036, Svalbard and Jan Mayen conquered United States of America territory previously occupied by Canada] [October 2036, Madagascar conquered Malawi territory previously occupied by Mozambique] [August 2039, Luxembourg conquered England territory] [February 2040, North Korea conquered Japan territory] [January 2041, [REDACTED] conquered Chad territory] [November 2044, Northern Ireland conquered England territory previously occupied by Luxembourg] 10:11 Oh yeah, look at that. Right through the windshield! (Damaged buildings after ground forces withdrew from the area.) Keep moving as much as possible (A woman crying holding a baby in one hand and a young boy holds her right hand in tears.) Swipe | Sound Up | Share (3 men and 3 women sit on a bench hands held to faces before a small body wrapped in white plastic with letters and numbers written with a black marker.) Don''t give people an easy shot. ¡°Knock. Knock. Coming at ya!¡± [December 2044, Israel conquered Palestine territory] SILENCEISCOMPLICITY SICLENCEISCOMPLICITY SILENCEISCOMPLICITY SICLENCEISCOMPLICITY SILENCEISCOMPLICITY SICLENCEISCOMPLICITY (Soldiers film themselves emptying their ammunition by indiscriminately shooting at a ________.) (Soldiers gather around on reserve duty. Photo sourced from a private Instagram photograph.) (A photo of the sun setting behind destroyed buildings.) Swipe | Sound Up | Share (4 soldiers from a commando unit gather next to a tank. The writing on the sign in the background reads: ¡°Snipers. Do not let light in.¡±) let instagram prepare ready-made reels from your photos and videos based on topics such as events or travel (A child lies on the floor with blood across her face staring into the camera while receiving teratment from hands in rubber gloves.) use the suggested music or choose your own. You can edit the clips as you wish. (The mother of a soldier killed during the fighting screams with a hand to her face carried by three people during his funeral) Swipe | Sound Up | Share (Smoke and debris rising after an explosion ) If you¡¯re happy with the results, you can share as a reel. (A girl carrying a child through the rubble of houses. They both have a pink jumper and dirty red pants.) Allow instagram to suggest ready- made reels from your device camera roll using photo and video data, including image quality, location and the presence of epople or animals (A photo of mourners burying the bodies of twin babies. they were both born during the conflict and were killed in airstrikes.) 10:14 Ha ha! 10:54 Hotel Two-Six this is Bushmaster Four 10:56 I think we whacked ¡®em all. 10:58 That¡¯s right, good. 12:09 All right. ¡°People are simply trying to get away.¡± ¡°it was apocalyptic¡± ¡°Bodies lined the roadside, many too charred to be properly identified.¡± 12:10 I¡¯m gonna come ¡°A huge convoy hit by the Americans from the air with their cluster bomb.¡± 13:00 We¡¯re moving in the vicinity of the engagement area and looks like we¡¯ve got some slight movement from ah, the ah van that was engaged. 13:06 Looks like a kid. Over. instagram¡¯s new update is setting your preferences for political content to ¡°limit¡±. How to change it: Go to settings Click account preferences Select political content ¡°We¡¯re not only willing to shoot and bomb people in the name of justice, but to help them in the name of justice.¡± ¡°We¡¯re gonna concentrate on ending it right.¡± [February 2057, Kuwait conquered Palestine territory previously occupied by Israel] [May 2057, Kuwait conquered Israel territory] This post is a call to action ¡°They need to put some hate in their heart. And go out and stop those sons of bitches from getting ugly.¡± 13:22 What¡¯s that? Keep learning Keep talking Keep sharing Keep standing strong (300 babies taken out of incubators) Swipe | Sound Up | Share History helps us understand the present. Especially when mainstream media try to gaslight us and make us doubt ourselves. EDIT: Slide 2 should say 100,000+ ¡°Apache gunships designed to destroy tank columns were hunting down individual soldiers¡± [August 2059, Antarctica signed a non-aggression pact with Democratic Republic of the Congo] Spread the word [July 2060, Australia rose against Palau and gained independence supported by 2 other territories] ¡°Some of them tried desperate to hide under the bridge. But even this couldn¡¯t save them. The road is now in effect a burial site. No one knows how many died. Without airpower, they stood little chance.¡± 13:23 Got that big pile of bodies to the right, on the corner? 13:24 Yeah, right here. (A woman looks forlorn as a child rests on her shoulder) templates (Video shows dozens of food piled next to the truck they were being transported on) made for you (Children carry pots in a line for food.) clip hub (A photo shows a crush of people hold steel pots to a caged fence lining up to receive free meals at the refugee camp) Swipe | Sound Up | Share ¡°Many had with them the leaflets dropped by allied aircraft calling on them to surrender or face starvation and certain death.¡± 14:11 I didn¡¯t want those fuckers to run away and scatter. Invite your community to get involved Check out our highlights for more resources & posts [November 2076, Antarctica conquered Burundi territory breaking the non-aggression pact with Democratic Republic of the Congo] Confused by the context of the war? Send this to your confused friends who are overwhelmed with information! 18:16 Looking for more individuals-south. (A photo shows hundreds of people searching for casualties at the site of air strikes on houses in the refugee encampment) Check out our instagram Register to join1! We¡¯ll see you for some noise NEXT WEDNESDAY UPDATE: The December rally is postponed. Please share this update! Stay tuned You will hear from us very soon. [November 2088, Kuwait conquered Kuwait territory previously occupied by Vietnam] ¡°Withdraw. Retreat. Withdraw. Retreat. Let¡¯s settle for running away.¡± [October 2090, Vietnam conquered Iraq territory previously occupied by Kuwait] Swipe | Sound Up | Share 18:18 Bushmaster Six-Bushmaster Seven. 18:29 I think they just drove over a body. 18:31 Hey hey! 18:32 Yeah! 18:37 Maybe it was just a visual illusion, but it looked like it. 18:41 Well, they¡¯re dead, so. (The body of man killed in an early-morning incident when residents rushed towards aid trucks is carried way from the camera on a cart pulled by a donkey.) Reposting this because many people have been requesting it. [November 2091, Peru conquered Antarctica territory] All sources in the link in our bio! 18:44 Bushmaster Six; Hotel Two-Six over. 20:14 Roger, we got a little girl who needs to be evaced. What¡¯s your location over? (A photo of a 12 year old girl is the only survivor among her family members after the occupation bombed an area. She cries while raising her arms to the sky and then pleading into the plastic covered body.) 27:36 Roger, that¡¯s a negative on the evac of the two, ah, civilian, ah, kids to, ah, rusty they¡¯re going to have the IPs link up. They can put us over here. Break. IPs will take them up to a local hospital over. (A photo of teenage girls performing prayers next to their families¡¯ tents, set up near the border with the camp.) 38:09 Roger, building destroyed. Engaged with three Hellfire missiles. ¡°it was quite literally a trap¡­.a ridge to one side¡­.a minefield to the other¡­.allied armour ahead¡­.and above them the bombers¡­.¡± SOLIDARITY SNAP ACTION! Details to come the morning of... If you are able to join, please come ! Let''s mobilise ! [October 2109, Vietnam conquered United States of America territory previously occupied by Peru] This post is for the burnt out activists. There is hope. Don¡¯t let them convince you otherwise. Keep posting ! [July 2121, Vietnam conquered Botswana territory previously occupied by Democratic Republic of the Congo. Democratic Republic of the Congo has been completely defeated. Vietnam has conquered the world.] ¡°It¡¯s been a great victory. We needn¡¯t be shy about it. And if I¡¯ve got one message for the people at home today it¡¯s this: get out there and ring your churchbells.¡± #1 VICTORY ROYALE #1 VICTORY ROYALE #1 VICTORY ROYALE #1 VICTORY ROYALE #1 VICTORY ROYALE #1 VICTORY ROYALE if (x==1) { return 0; } 13 Silent Mode [Silent Mode: On] Science, or the Scientific Method DEMONSTRATED IN GEOMETRIC ORDER AND DIVIDED INTO FIVE PARTS, WHICH TREAT I. Of Science II. Of the Nature and Origin of Global Temperature Rise III. Of the Origin and Nature of the Environmental Impacts IV. Of Human Bondage, or Reducing and Recapturing Emissions V. Of the Power of Change, or on Human Action I. FIRST PART OF SILENT MODE OF SCIENCE DEFINITIONS AXIOMS APPENDIX [Silent Mode: Off] [Silent Mode: On] II. SECOND PART OF SILENT MODE OF THE NATURE AND ORIGIN OF GLOBAL TEMPERATURE RISE PREFACE DEFINITIONS AXIOMS PROPOSITIONS APPENDIX [Silent Mode: Off] [Silent Mode: On] III. THIRD PART OF SILENT MODE OF THE ORIGIN AND NATURE OF THE ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACTS PREFACE PROPOSITIONS APPENDIX [Silent Mode: Off] [Silent Mode: On] IV. FOURTH PART OF SILENT MODE OF HUMAN BONDAGE, OR REDUCING AND RECAPTURING EMISSIONS PREFACE AXIOM PROPOSITIONS APPENDIX [Silent Mode: OFF] [Silent Mode: ON] V. FIFTH PART OF SILENT MODE OF THE POWER OF CHANGE, OR ON HUMAN ACTION PREFACE AXIOM APPENDIX [Silent Mode: OFF] 14 Volume Buttons [33] How are you feeling? [32] What do you mean by that? [31] How long have you been here? [30] But why are you in here in the first place? [29] And what brought you here? [28] Could you give me some idea? [27] Whose idea was it that you come here? [26] Did they tell you why? [25] Has anybody told you why? [24] Have you any idea why? [23] And in what way are you different? [22] How do you know they dislike you? [21] I¡¯m not sure I understand, could you make that clearer for me? [20] And what is that? [19] And how would you describe the way you¡¯re talking and looking right at this moment? [18] So what other reasons have been given to you? [17] Have you tried? [16] And what¡¯s supposed to be wrong with you? [15] And what happened? [14] Have you any idea why? [13] What are your plans? [12] Have you had the training yet to permit you to be an instructor? [11] What other reasons do you understand are the causes of your being here? [10] What have they noticed? [9] And how has it gone? [8] And if you were to leave here, then what? [7] Does it ¡°feel¡± to you any different from the way other people hear? [6] And what is that? [5] How is it that this has eventually resulted in your being here? [4] What do you mean by that? [3] Then, what is this all about? [2] And in what way are you different? [1] What is it you¡¯re trying to do with your life? [CAPTCHA successful.]