An ABSOLUTE hoot*of an essay trying to excavate-out 'fame' for people to understand that IT DOES not ACTUALLY EXIST any longer in 2025's 'media' scape and that*means natural-selection is WAY fucked what with tech-scum fetishizing fake tits and 'riding' vaginas till they're rotted out puss-drips.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Since the dawn of time people have wondered what the point of looking at super-beautiful(or, 'smokin'' if that kind of language is to your preference)WOMEN: the TRUTH? Yes, the truth of this is that it is always women that carve the way for the species by letting-it-know what it is that is attractive to the species itself at any given point in time and that means that it is intrinsity itself that is at play when it comes to F.A.M.E. Hunger, being starved of the delights of life is what it means to have fame; in a certain sense, it is no small feat to describe the phenomenologicality of fame because it is rooted in the dilapidation al nature of humanity itself what is really, when you scroll through your textbook? NO THE SOCIAL MEDIA empire****that delimits what it is nowadays that gets INSCRIBED into the world as worth while at all(because it is true the credibility of the images seen on 'social'-media are not the only things that the author here will attribute to being famous about people in fact it is true that simply having a photograph on a blog of any kind is enough to circumnavigate the globe on representational nature since not having one? Well, sign yourself up for no idea how to contact you at all "I am simply a fuckin' stooge on this stuff" etc; but, a photo: "no problem you look like a nice guy etc etc etc I could see myself having sex with you I guess I could give a contact form a try for once in my life if I weren't the fuckin' bitch you're writing about that's so famous I could eat your nuts for breakfast if I put the order into this thing in my hand right now").

So, yeah, fame, hunger, its all related in the fan-club of leaves blowing through the trees; cause: isn't anybody doesn't realize trees' leaves are dream-weavers and when the wind blows the sound of them applauding****informs****a person about their OWN LIMITATIONAL fame(and that is the line to draw since it is too profound to detail here suffice it to say that, if you believe in anything, then this sound of these leaves, and the phenomenology of them SHOULD give you access to assessing certain ideas****of your own****for fameously inscriptible inspirationalist natural-origin al complexificationalitysz, which is a long-hand form of saying the last thing anyone understands about fame is its hunger is for recognition and when one EXPERIENCES this(which is what leaves DO IN FACT, BELIEVE THAT OR FUCKIN' NOT I CARE NOT A WIT IN THE FUCKIN' WORLD)one can measure-up against that, starting with themselves? No: with them selves as one amongst the leaves telling themselves' they do NOT measure up to it and, from there, assessing what it might be they can CONCEIVE of that might, which is a kind of related-to-leaves dream-state that pertains on what TREEs are them self-same, I assure you a tree is not fuckin' nothing at all it is a FORMIC element in the world(just stare at one and realize it HAS PRESENCE when nothing else but the boundary on your property does(which is accessing the PROPERTY-SPACE, if you have an interest in COMPREHENDING actual RIGHTS-based thinking which is what rebounds off the boundary onto the 'fence' of the thing as an objectification of your property in a right's space imaginarium just try it it is not fuckin' nothing either****, anyway thank this author for that extension to the end of limitational human knowledge FICHTE himself comprehended was there but thought "forget it, if it never ends I don't give a fuck about life itself any more I cannot for the life of me imagine a world so complex it boggles EVEN MY FUCKIN' Brain-stem, which is what he admits he was at that time rather than SPIRITUAL, which is what this author is for fuckin' sure not totally but alot of it for Kierkegaard got his goat:-) So, on J.G Fichte? The question most people ask-themselves "is his work actually ANYTHING AT ALL", and, if you can believe that--though it is too depressing to believe it is SO NOT TRUE it is absurd; but, the actual is that it is so complex it boggles most every single person that ever read it; and yet, the truth of it is that it IS a quantum phenomological enterprise that seeks to ground human experience in the quantum-dotNature of existence, which if you care at all? Nobody should not care, but it is only required reading now for alot of you people that really do clamour for furtherance on knowledge and what is depressing is that it is JUST THE TRUTH: NOBODY gets to choose who becomes famous and that is the end of that conversation.

One thing, though: obviously Monroe is not NOT attractive and at the same time imbricated in absolutely meaningless capitalist enterprise all over and around her it makes it hard to imagine that the world was a bit more pedantic about this stuff then and she would have appeared to people as INSPIRATIONAL rather than a simple decline in standards having to do with showing the brazier? No, tits under wet-shirts? I could care less, your CLEAVAGE is vomit-inducing; "what the fuck mind do these women have?" they act like their tits are the final word and it is SO REPULSIVE if only they knew it in their heart they are fuckin' ROBOTS with no aim but to please the highest-money-bidder on their pussies all day and night these tech-losers clamour to purchase people left right and center it is no joke...

And so, yes, today, it's like that: mindless garbage feeding off the limits these tech-shitDOGS have instilled into this world on their half-baked tech which needs to actually get totally removed from our lives(and that means: ALL TELECOMMUNICATIONS as well as the entire INTERNET itself(replacing that junk pile with something far-more conducive to discovery and the production of attraction/\and/\being-something||circuits:that ACTUALLY MOVE PEOPLE AROUND THE TERRITORIES in which they LIVE, and in which they live lifes as isolated as stereogrammed morons until they come-across others' ideas and imaginationsz-about life that themselves can*provoke encounters and the comings-together of human-beings into never-before-seen assemblages of discovering-the-inhering capacities these assemblages bring-together(which is, truly truly truly TRULY:! anathema to tech-people's"quote since they are more droid than persons that think that, not totally uninterestingly, all exposure on social is the most interesting thing in history since it serves their Aaron Sorkin delusion they can, apparently, be MANUFACTURED TO BE COOL(and, so, while it IS COOL to get a total sex-education off these images(which is NOT what they DO need to NOT DO? Yes, because they are so lame they could no longer care if a woman likes their penetrational empire of dollaros masculating their feminitity off kludging-together garbage-thoughts of play-time I'm a playboy shit); that is, an educational they are if you got the brains to realize what is otherwise being done to DESTROY everyone else's brains and brain-stems and affectational-response categories and devolve them all into worms, bees, and rat-parasite things they design in their beaker-glasses and laugh all day and night about?, Yes, then, great, you can be READY to die to fuck one of these stinkingly-worthless ANTI-FAMOUS PEOPLE.

Because, THAT!!!is where the world is right now: there is no fame there is only fame-dom and fame-dom is another way of saying I don't know anybody outside my economic-helper circle of paying people 'fans' and those that scrum-together to move my worth-less-than-shit pathetic terrified of ALL ACTUAL FAME THAT CAN ONLY OCCUR with strangers in public places ASS.