Passive-aggressive twitter fueds make headline news?
Unless you make money by watching trends and current events there is no reason to listen anymore, it’s all complete bullshit you don’t need to know.
A steaming hot lasagna with alternating layers of disinformation, marketing, bullshit, lies, propoganda, social conditioning, with a thick, melted layer of talking heads and demagogues that just read whatever their producers prepared them to read on air
Would I go on TV to hawk a book? Oh hell yeah. Like Kanye West says, you have to work with the devil, the people with the connections and reach to get anything done/have influence these days. Very little in life is about what you know, or what talent you have, it’s all about who you know, and what platform you have to broadcast it on
Now I’m waking up at 5 AM instead of going to bed. Had a very odd dream about an erotic encounter in a Canadian Tire.
I just got a 5-star review of my novel posted up on Amazon.ca:
“This book is the ‘Requiem for a Dream’ version of today’s ‘Romantic-Comedy’. The author vividly brings you into the life of a young man named Dylen, who lives in a dark world full of sex, booze and drugs. He is on a conquest to find love, while filling the empty void with vapid, shallow, yet gorgeous, ‘pod girls’. This book spins you through the routine of today’s young singles, while giving you insight into the conscious dilemma people now face when it comes to dating and love in the 21st century. Dylen is a narcissistic, egomaniac but somehow has you rooting for him to find love in the end. I couldn’t put this book down!”
…folllowed by a testamonial from a reader I happened to run into while sauced up in Gastown. Hopefully she posts hers up soon!
So while working on selling my novel, and writng my next, I sell porn to survive.
I made $3,000 dollars in 3 days the other day off of a simple video of a wide-hipped woman shaking her butt. This work took me all of about a half an hour.
I’ve made $1,000 off of selling my novel that was published in February. It took a year and a half to write.
Pornography makes so much more money than art, but it has absolutely no reward. I use the bodies of whores to tease men into signing up to websites so that I may profit.
Writing rewards the soul, and for all of the life I put into writing and delivering a realistic view on modern day sex, dating, and love, I made a tiny amount of cash as a result. In fact, when you factor in the costs for the trailer and cover, I’m still under water on the book!
I prefer to make art, but damn, ass pays the bills!
Some people say nothing in life is worth anything unless you have to work for it.
I tend to agree.
Yes, having a Ferrari given to me would be sweet. I would grow my hair into a mullet and pull off the exhaust, go cruising around Coal Harbour at night. Wait, nearly 1 in 4 condos sit empty in Coal Harbour, so that wouldn’t allow me to wake up the most amount of people with the song only an italian V8 can sing.
Well, I’m pretty depressed. I met a very cute foreign girl recently, she was feminine in all the ways I like, and her smile was genuine and full of warmth. A bit goofy and cute, but with a very strong streak of tender femalehood, like finding a vein of gold in white marble. I went out with her a couple times, I thought my intentions were clear to her, but she ended up making out with another girl at a party I threw. She then left with her.
I suppose it’s alright though. There is a woman I know out there in the world, someone I’ve known for years, who I know would make a better mate, I’d just have to grow even more as a person to attract her. You can’t drink the wine of a quality woman when you’re holding a red solo cup.
I’d pretty excited about getting my next car. If everything works out as planned, I’ll be writing my next book in the company of Ken Foster at various locales around Vancouver. He’ll be painting while I write, sort of an artistic-coop program.