I wrote something earlier today, then I deleted it. After sharing my work with ChatGPT I was getting literal analysis about artistic truths which I take liberties with context. Maybe the obtuse logic hides my ineptitude behind shards of disjointed thoughts. Failure fails to impress losers because losers are too embarrassed to stand out. I wrote a piece of shit thought about flow because I saw a guy talk about it for 20 seconds on YouTube Shorts. The gravity of retardation sinks with the diligent studying of recorded history. Real life experiences while different, evoke confirmation equally; constant confirmation of being correct. About everything. All the time.
What force of nature audits your ego? Guess? Just know I fail, regardless. Winners love to fail. Why? Not doing it for the money. It's something to do, I'm just thankful someone hired me. I know how to earn trust with those who understand that's a two way street. Would you accept failure if it "guaranteed" success? I just need some people to talk to. The more people I have paying attention to my work, the less strain I sustain with current friendships. Making new friends is impossible without fame. I wish making new friends was easier. I think work hides solutions behind uncomfortable conversations twisting in the wind. I've learned to not sabotage myself. It's less annoying. What's more important? Being right, or breaking the flow? Perpendicular sabotage. Truth includes access to both sides of perfection. Just not all the time. Back to confirmation being always correct: Your belief is doomed by heathens of false prophets. How do I make a buck? Busking! I'm a busker with an online university. I just realized this. I don't advertise. I prefer privacy over short-term fame. Get's lonely. Feel free to unsubscribe. Interesting is free, unfortunately. I hope I can accept that before short-term opportunity gives me a ring. Scammers love me. I'm a father first. Perpendicular sabotage. It's in my best interest to die as an unknown. Why? I'm not an evangelist. I'm a busker, trying to confess his conscience to children of corn listening to my desperation for attention. I only want the attention I earn, otherwise I pay for you. $20CAD/min. I'd rather do this than buy retro video games off of eBay.
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