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Saturday, July 06, 2024

“Un Re De Generative Filler”

I truly don’t

mind! Ads,
marketing,
propaganda,
intel, “influence”
“manipulation”—it’d

be insane for me to mind, fearsome as my emotional
intellect has become, and indeed: always was.

It’s normal.

Most people naturally have that keen and experience
-whetted a prodigious and extraordinary emotional
intellect for need and want, like and love.
It’s

the people who act all “WE
gotta be careful” or “THE WANTY
NEEDY people are the threat!” that

we’d be wise to be leery as hell of, to the point of
excluding their lame ass
from our social parties. All
out lollygagging and pop
-eyed incredible, warning

how “OH NOES: Other People
are Susceptible! To BAD AD
INFLUENCE!”
These

are literally

the only ones

for whom it’s a factor! They
KNOW they’re susceptible. That’s why

they project it weaponized
outward as a “universal” warning,
twerped out and hormonal (testosterone
and adrenaline problem inside, largely), spraying
dumb ass-spew

verbally in all directions, yet
wise eyes
POP large to recognize
and return the “warning” right
-about in its ORIGINATOR’S FACE:

“No, pal.
The problem is SOLELY
AND ONLY YOU: WHO
SAID IT. Who JUST TOLD
ON SELF.” The rest of us
know what we want!
We also know a sales
job when we see one.

OK? We’re interested!
To navigate the exper
-iences ourselves, and
settle only for what ma
-kes us happier faster, l
-onger, better AND sure.

That’s one hell of a “settle,” and people
throughout the entire intelligence bell-
curve are ALL way the hell better at it t
-han the “influenceophobes,”

so-called

cretins!
Think it’s
other people
the danger. It’s
only themselves. Cretins.
Every single, solitary, susceptible

one.

You
can
always tell, too, because they always tell you.

They’re phobic of irrational fear of being
gotten to do what they wanted to: to
be of use! To another, and not only
their own lame ass! CRETINOUS

WRETCH! DOCTOR YOUR OWN
INNER MASTERPIECE, HOW DARE YOU

It’s normal

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