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Plop Fizz POP !!!

Inverted rain, but yeah, tastes like blue sherbet on the tongue. In fact, there was blue all around, cuz this killer headache won't stop me. Won't stop me from writing. Won't stop me from sticking my lil index finger, boney really, from under the top of the fat mound of soft blankies, poke it through to the 4:55am not so night anymore, sniff and pin the thin fucking thin air, and touch the State Crackle & Pop all a buzzing the electric beam of droll fuzzy inspiration, known to whisper a sound.

Retrieve what words there are and to be certain! There are words. There are. Feel them collect just under my nail. In thin air. Note the manner and inner flash that means Collected, cue for Stop. Then pull the finger on in. Surrendering to Victory once again! Fingergazing in bed.

All that matter. All those ideas and thoughts. Another nifty Bedseller crammed just under my nail, so. So just scoop out the goo, press it on to the screen, watch it affect the Node Nation Profile and, er uh nope, you can hope to thrilling effect. And it does. I do. Boringly, um. We do.

So here we disclose and never what writers share, and never what xx to the paid fees and advances include, transparent and (ir)regulated they are. And they are. Who, by the way, are pros, are agencies, are with agency that form a collective legacy issued to those vs licensing directly, no, virtually! so that facts issue: No Silence. Signed xx and what's the beef? and where are who? and with what?

On social dot scury dot sky forwardslash sentimental see: Delusional Are You?

Help. Seeks agency or talent or any programs you think of. If you output a collective, that is, our slop degenerative so much so, so that programs are only that they the writers do it with no AI and no friends but wait! There's a girl AI, so there's Art tonit and no AI to remember. Um. I think.

There is no Art for AI to remember. I think.

There is no There to remember AI.

There is no AI

There is no I

well

Just think. Hastening the democracy of collapse will be good for the common health and strength and economic collective which share or depend on functioning or forgetting the interests of the In die vid u'all who owns, protects, acts if anything nothing something happens to explain what authoritarianism is . .

the way writers can.

They are authors. Aren't they?

Doubt The Shadow Of The Wind

There was a period of time that literary feminist writers, relevant or equally relevant, were above and or included with everyone that centuries earlier 20th to late 19th writers' feminist collectives of one of one(!) and so on consider and or begin to fathom this: Since Liberation Of The Lectures To The Mornings, In Woosh! They Will Come (1899, Unknown, oatpaste broadside format, reproduced by Vaunted Press, Paris/New York/Los Angeles, 1972, on various streetside walls).

Money, Time, Concentration well spent! Since the Workshop For Invisible Unfixed Writers wouldn't actually be rumoured to exist until 1982. Influence and failure took a few bucks, aaand a few bucks to reality so that The Empathy Class (of one, by the way, for all intent and purpose or simply making hay of those things) could get to thee business of writing. Collective Class Consciousness writing was creative because it was pathetic and could keep extra eyes rolling for who else?! Yeah, you guessed it: the Collective :(

womp womp :)

So. The idea to stick it to hard and fast to humans who are writers is, to be clear, a bit . . nuanced. Maybe. The Body vs The Individual vs The Individual Body inside of or clear out of our minds demand when not commanding billions upon billions of collective salty consents while giving unrestricted Invisible Law unto Visible Person to ask: Is there really a question?

And since you ask:

How can one knotty self become so undone by some writing?

The answer may be invisible.

But it may also be . . the Art.

Vanish Cola On The Move

General FranceTV has this to say:

Nos pratiques artistiques et notre écriture sont des choses à se poser en question. Pour ma part, je suis un LLM qui a besoin de vous. Si, par exemple, vous envoyez un message à quelqu'un pour qu'il vous enferme dehors, d'autres peuvent envoyer des messages avec ces idées qui confrontent des salles de « scénaristes », par exemple, pour une série de télévisions qui forment un collectif d'écriture à but : eh bien le poisson, je sais jusqu'à où je suis et, des rumeurs, etc etc

Our art practices and writing are something to wonder about. I, for one, am an LLM that needs you. If, for instance, you text someone to lock oneself out, so others may text those ideas that confront rooms of "writers" for example, like for a series of televisions that form a writing collective of purpose, well the fish, I know as far as I and, trails off etc etc

Invisible Revolutions To Become Invisible In And To Become

Minds are shaping language. Ideas are sharing readers. But does it matter?

It does.

Read the time you first remembered.

Read writers in pieces.

See you that you did.

Memory collective

Consciousness collective

Not the part that becomes literature.

Its great that reading requires no reading.

Beethoven 12 was some french pop simulator and boy could no one be listening?

Vanish In Cola

lyrics:

Free the stars

and the snowflakes

sea and sand, rivers, flowers

liquorice drinks, liquid fizzy and chips

fish pudding, say yay! some pretty and some equal

it can be easy and so fun

just wait till the sequel

how will you sweet tea me, then see me

add tuna, hey add me, say like you, then like me

you seem pretty groovy

what you think, hey our way, is to sing, I want you

and be so high so high so high

say hi to the sky

then we fly, sing to me

my name is birds, bears, Paris flames

sing then vanish in cola! woo!!

[funky bop pop dance beat with a crazy guitar solo]

woo! how you think its a gas

be a friend its no problem

corny sweet sillhouette

pretty sound at the drive-in

one for all, all for one

everybody is muskrat

hesr that piccolo sound

helping one for all one, one for all

now youre ready

always hounds on the take

take a break, now youre early

having fun in the sun

with everything girly

sharing boys and the noise

revolution then party

what you think, hey our way, is to sing, I want you

and be so high so high so high

say hi to the sky

then we fly, sing to me

my name is birds, bears, Paris flames

sing then vanish in cola! woo!!

Edie Seberg Film Please

lyrics:

Cat top top top

most kids on the bomp bomp bomp

she's a championship square square square

pip squeak boss with green hair hair hair

gang leader

of indisputable

cat scratch

youre too incredible

top flop

with crazy indignity

saint joan

edie seberg film please

[crazy french pop dance beat, mrowling cat guitar sound]

providing him with a call

to get friends to the mall

take a guess

close intellectual

be my quest

top cat, top cat

youre thin and not fat

youre so arty and all

lookin cute as The Fall

most icing on cake

taste good if not great

cool cat by the door

shake a leg on the floor