RND/ To consider a forthcoming satirical eBook about useless dickhole dads:
Image based on a Starbucks coffee mug with the word “Pig” righteously scrawled on it by someone who doesn’t feel the automatic need to be spineless and fawning toward heavily armed members of the local state run private urban militia.
Seen behind bizarre ‘thin edge of the communist-hippie wedge’ style text rant: the world’s smallest violin being played.
RND/ To consider a (completely staged) conceptual painting of two smitten toffs, at leisure in an empty Sussex field – luckily supplied with a complete set of high quality garden furniture. Somewhat oddly, the whole painting leans to the right.
5136 x 4510 .jpg, compiled in Gimp
Ideal / Idealized Cost for such Conceptual Work: £275K – contact Robert What today for details.
Despite the appearance of a smile, the woman in the painting appears to be saying “Get the fuck out of my house, you shambolic, Machiavellian, unflushable banana haired tosser.” If you’ve ever wondered how such cosmically abhorrent, Teflon coated PR spin managers who take such photographs sleep at night, the answer is just fine, thanks – welcome to the UK political garden, where only undead life forms exist. (Note: Shortly after this photo was taken, all plant life for a good half mile radius immediately died out of disgust.)
– To note however, that such people are not in fact people but algorithms, and that unlike pseudo-people do in fact exist and express real identity – that is, an often dangerous sociopolitical efficacy
And yet, one should be wary of taking such emergent / stuck on mathematical smiles at face value (minor tumorous outgrowths and weird skin folds notwithstanding) because right now ‘they’ are probably working in strict tandem with large faceless metacorps to silently and efficiently fuck you over in various, blandly terrifyingly-smart ways