This is a simulation:

Something about capitalist everyday life:

Just another paragraph illustrated in capitalist everyday life, or more precisely, a photograph about time passing without mercy in a very expensive capitalist system that has less mercy than time itself, the only thing that doesn't it is expensive in this daily, periodic, seasonal, systematic capitalist system, it is the plastic bag sold in the supermarket, its price is currently informed, to educate the laity about the lie that is god.

I don't need rings, specifically a ring with a black semi-precious stone that suggests 'paranormal powers', to be an intelligent, lucid, rational person, and know how to analyze and interpret basic subjects and even not so basic subjects, the correct decisions should have been made by past generations.

Idioma pt-BR:

" Uma fotografia sobre o tempo passando sem misericórdia em um custoso sistema capitalista que tem menos misericórdia que o próprio tempo. "

" As decisões corretas deveriam ter sido feitas pelas gerações passadas. "

I really don't know what color this tear would be.

Weather and agriculture:

In the image above, electronic art made quickly during a wait on the date 2024/02/22. I easily related the image to agriculture.

As far as I know, arts in this style are known as mandala. Write another way? I went through the subject once again but with my interest only in art and visuals, without worrying about any other meaning, specifically the mathematics of drawing, perhaps this is the most advanced part.

Does the universe have a center? Is the universe always expanding? Will the universe shrink? Is there more than one universe? What is the design of this galaxy system? In all this energetic hatred, how much love is there in percentage?

God? Yes, telemarketing hell:

App developers can be useful, ditto this humble tester of theirs, a dedicated Arts and Communication professional stamped on the asphalt by the technological revolution, Hit and Run, even if I don't work in the communication industry aimed at 'mass culture', the 'docile consumers', the 'herd', the 'family', and in that culture the consumerists, without or with restraint, not the one who saw in February in the supermarket a promotion "take two chocottones and pay only one" at the price it was sold in January before promotion, intellectuals don't like to be deceived, they like to live in peace, war creates disorder, war is a misinterpretation of progress, and I don't want to die from an overdose of chocottone, even less from an overdose of unsolicited phone calls, the hell is them, not me, no way.

Paranormal inactivity?

While it worked, it was used professionally by me, but it wasn't repaired due to the lack of spare parts from authorized technical assistance, a portrait of a country sabotaged by an ignorant, irresponsible, demagogue, treacherous electorate.

If it was a game? No, it was and still is professional dedication.

Here there are none of those israelis kidnapped and hidden by palestinian paramilitaries.

Waves, waves, waves, ...

Invisible waves in the darkness, invisible waves where there is light, waves, waves, waves, more waves, the result isn't "_od be praise:|", _0ney, the result is noisy violence in everyday life, on TV the convergence of this violence, daily, weekly, monthly, semi-annual, annual, seasonal, ... waves, neutralize the waves.

Earthling, ...

In a time of information warfare, with moments of guerrilla warfare, in which supremacist political propaganda is carried out, branching out into political parties, where there is an eternal dispute between the 49% of the opposition wanting to get out of that situation and the 51% of the situation not wanting to get out from that condition, I made this intellectual art with a supremacist touch, without worrying about what the society where the electorate is located might think, whether it is for or against some issue, or the opposite of that, turning horizontally using the image editor can change the result drastically.

Get emotional if you still have a human feeling, if you haven't been mummified by the capitalist system.

What is a tree really for?

What is that invisible thing?

I don't know which school year would be most related to this legendary anecdote, perhaps the greatest probability would be the beginning of high school, or some year of elementary school, and if they were galaxies I wouldn't know the distance between them either, the moon appears to be close, but it is far away, just look at it and realize the contradiction, inexploitable for anyone who doesn't have a spaceship, I myself don't need an X on the ceiling to know where the ceiling is, no one knows exactly if the universe has a ceiling, but everyone needs a roof, walls, windows, doors, ... Home.

What is this white doing here? reaLLy??

The scientist, the microscope, the telescope, ...

It's really interesting to be looking for something, to be researching, to research is to acquire information, to research is to be informed, in this advertising is useful, when I look at the sky I don't find apps, but on the subject they exist, when I look at the sky I realize that there is an operating system prior to the capitalist system, advanced telescopes capture fabulous images of annihilation, dust and radiation, I do not consider myself the son of a bacteria that came from a wreckage of Mars, I am sure that my father and my mother did more for me than that guy Lula, he and his gang who did practically nothing to make sure I was still alive, there's a before and there's an after, the totalitarians and the authoritarians don't want me to exist, and if I still exist they want my existence to be my suffering, that is, to be the suffering of their existence, but I didn't manufacture them, in all of this there are the persistent developers of audio plug-ins, heroes, but there are people who say that in space there is no sound, but there are waves, waves, and more waves, that wouldn't exactly be cyberpunk either, a new space wave, but it could be related, light and dark, more dark than light, neither too hot nor too cold, or both.

At the top of this publication is a space image that I took with my telescope, please scientists, look for it with the powerful telescopes that you use, if you find it let me know, it will be a reciprocal way of thanking me for this dedicated work.

The polarization between summer and winter:

I prefer cold than heat. I prefer autumn.

Another self-portrait of my first person in the singular in a dedicated test of a useful photography app stocked with additions still accessible in its Store. Arts and Communication, and not for now.

In the past this wasn't what it is today, ...

It's really interesting to watch and analyze films from past eras but not so distant in time, comparing what I thought about them in the past and what I think about them today, whether they are relevant, ... As I tested recently acquired apps and saved some art, I realized that I was on the spectrum of what is shown on TV, including in this rich and miserable city, an urban setting that reminds me of some fiction films, including good ones that could have the label cyberpunk, if god really existed, not even he would know what the term really means, and Artificial Intelligence in these complex matters is limited, "so the rain came hard and what was working stopped working, and in order not to waste any more useful time in my life I created another post, but I won't be able to publish it for technical reasons", that wouldn't be cyberpunk, stop working what was working correctly, the pandemic was not cyberpunk, but it could be mentioned in a good fiction film with that label, "it was a morbid push behind closed doors", For Sale, For Rent, "and that epoch is not over yet".

"Mirror, mirror of you, is there anyone uglier, not me?!"

Thermal printer?

Apps that simulate something can be useful in Arts and Communication. One of them reminded me of the time when I used the fax machine as a printer, and that time was certainly not the time of white, black, plus red, a time that is now everyday on TV and before that in an alternative browser well known, the time of the fax machine as a printer before the use of the inkjet printer was the time of emphasis on digital art, studying, studying, studying, working, and so on it was, in the image at the top an illustrated simulation.

"Não era a época do branco, do preto, mais o vermelho."

Now I'm my hero:

In my persistent daily work without having had any vacation, since the beginnings of neoliberalism and neocolonialism, I became my own hero, image first, Arts, text later, Communication. I liked. I don't know if some of those famous companies in the entertainment industry would still need me for something good, I don't think so, but in truth yes, and to this day I still haven't been able to understand what the real story behind the fiction was, maybe someday I will be able to uncover the mystery. Life is a journey of no return, inside the Earth there is incandescent light. Journey to the center of the Earth? Autumn is better than summer.

I am my landmark:

The expansion of the carnival bloc of evangelicals and the lack of creativity in their persistent attempt at convergence between religion and government has resulted in judaism and Israel always being mentioned on TV, but individually, and also collectively, those people from the much-mentioned 'holy land', they are not 5☆, the 3☆ rating is generous, and in relation to the strategic, jewish, israeli, semitic, zionist destruction that is being shown on TV news in areas inhabited by civilians on the other side of history, even if those areas are also used by naughty paramilitaries, they would be rated 1☆, I really don't feel guilty if their lack of creativity generates ups & downs on the Stock Exchanges in the solar system where we live, it's here: X

To further illustrate this recent self-portrait, I placed some lines that resemble Descriptive Geometry, not Analytical Geometry.

"Mirror, mirror of you, is there anyone uglier, not me?!"

The expensive urban theater:

Don't waste time trying to cover up the value of the service not requested by all the local people: BRL 2.747.123,93 = USD ~554.549 (13/02/2024).

How many years of financing an unsolicited service?

"Mirror, mirror of you, is there anyone uglier, not me?"

Dead before dying (#148)

Happy Moment Kit vs Reality:

No, I did not request the service!

The constant sinking of asphalt at intersections below just one street does not justify the million-BRL street resurfacing service in the region.

Monarchists? Republicans? Democrats? Tax capitalists!

'Charitable' financial capitalist government, treacherous electorate.

"If the person doesn't go to the trap, the trap goes to the person, fall into it! Go live in a building."

(BRL) 2.747.123,93 = (USD) ... Are you new to this town, 'son'? Do you want to be an airline pilot?
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The app didn't accept the conversion, it didn't accept the comma, the developer was informed.

Authorial Human Intelligence:

towards the blue hour

In a sequence of photographs without worrying too much about the definition of the shapes but rather about the colors, after the end of the golden hour and the sunset, towards the blue hour.

end of golden hour, sunset

I saw a strong orange glow and went to check what it was, it wasn't some short circuit or explosion after the fall of a tree in the region as happened recently at the end of the night after one of the sequences of intense rains with strong winds, nor was it an armed conflict between "The People of the Mirage of the Orient" and "The People of the Mirage of the Occident", was a well-defined end of the golden hour, a sunset.

Why is everything so expensive?

I had never actually seen some of those noisy machines that when they operate after 10:00 PM create a cinematic audio sensation as if the person were inside the cinema watching a fictional film where the Earth was being invaded and humans were being decimated by aliens, if you change the channel on the TV to one of those countless channels clogged with evangelicals wanting salvation through their damned telemarketing in which at least six cursed phone calls are tormented daily, therefore a subtotal of more than two thousand one hundred and sixty cursed phone calls a year, the total result will be the same: hell.

I received an advertising message from Spotify.com informing me that the band Sum 41 is releasing a double album with a limited edition in quantity, two thousand, and within a deadline to have access to it, on 'smush' vinyl in three colors (black, red, blue), and all this exclusively for their 'top fans' on Spotify, I believe they won't have to wait too long for the stock to run out, they can go to the next series of student jokes, and coincidence or not, in a recent documentary about the vinyl recording industry after the technological revolution, they showed their material on the 'smush' vinyl in the factory before going on the cover, really interesting, I don't know if I understood correctly as I listened to the cinematic noise for humans being decimated, apparently inside the vinyl they add colored liquids that don't mix, so the vinyl looks like a 'period lamp', a true technological revolution for a 'pop punk heavy metal hard rock' band, at least two guitarists, obviously, and a vocalist solo, also obvious. Was I wrong about technology? Just more than one color on the vinyl pressing? If so, forgive my technological ignorance.

So it is, it was, I was, and everything will always be more and more expensive in society where there is such an electorate of mass production, where human work is being progressively irreversibly replaced by automation and the capitalist rotary is the 'humanist' weapon to try to 'silence' some dissatisfaction.

Run! Go to the capitalism cashiers and pay everything so as not to be expropriated by law & order, so as not to experience another 'epoch setback'.

To conclude this publication, it is useful to mention that if I were to materialize any of my original work on vinyl, I would certainly like to see it in a well-finished packaging and even on multicolored vinyl, and preferably I have control over everything to have certainty of a satisfactory end result, and paying everything yourself so as not to 'ask alms' to someone and owe them some unnecessary favor.

There is a right time for something to happen, if it doesn't happen at the right time then the moment has passed, that's why I was and still am in a hurry.

This was the synchronicity.

Some doubt?