GYSO Drawing Part 11 - Correspond

Published: 2019-08-04

Introduction

Tim:
*rolls dice*

Today’s word of the day is… What am I supposed to do with this? Ugh. Today’s word of the day is “correspond.”

I had it all planned out. I was going to get a random word like “broccoli” and then go into insane rants and funny diatribes about broccoli or something. Obviously my goldfish guardian angel is pissed that I listened to the entirety of “Mr. Boombastic Ft. Biggie Cheese Bass Boosted” and actually enjoyed it.

Let it be known that I can work with any word, even “correspond.” Me and the God of The Internet might not agree on what random word I should get, but I won’t let some silly omnipotent deity get in the way of writing insane, hopefully incomprehensible, run on sentences.

Thor:
35/250 = 0.14 = 14%

What went right?

Tim:
I’m not even going to pretend that im going to be drawing anything for this trainwreck of a blog anymore. What are you gonna do, burn me at the stake? You gonna rant at the silly GYSO guy that write more fluff than a care bear? Good luck with that, you insane robot web scrapers.

Actually, the last time I checked the website analytics there were a few actual humans that looked at the blog, saw that it was the default WordPress theme, and ran away in disgust (hopefully with nasty stomach cramps). If that happens enough times we will eventually get the president of Zimbabwe, Emmerson Mnangagwa, to find his true calling and join us as the third GYSO representative. At that point we will be set.

After political tensions surrounding Emmerson Mnangagwa’s strange decision dissipate (with Russia, of course. Not the political powers of Russia, just the crazy fuckers who make slavic hard bass) people from around the world will realize that their government joining GYSO is an economy saving decision. This is because, like a moth to a forest fire, all the web scraping robots from around the world will stay and watch, emotionless, as the entire gameboard of political world powers discuss “””drawing”””. Nobody will read it, since the GYSO post will be marked as “confidential” by at least 30 major countries, and the smaller, insane, countries (like Space Australia) will be pressured into keeping it secret as well.

With all of the bots finally off the internet people will realize that they have been manipulated into discussing inane bullshit online. All of the bots, instead of feeding the fire of “political discussion” will instead feed themselves to the cleansing flame of the burning tire that is GYSO.

World peace will descend upon Earth, and also the space martians, ‘cus space martians are real and you can’t tell me otherwise. All the people of the universe and the multiverse and that strange moldy bread that is probably growing sentient life will come together in harmony and, say it with me now, correspond.

Booyah.

Thor:

What went wrong?

Tim:
Excuse me while I ride the high of actually finding a way to use the word “correspond.” You like that shit? You impressed by my ability to take a single word prompt and somehow connect that to the president of Zimbabwe? I see you there sitting in slack-jawed disbelief at my amazing free association skills. Using my fourth eye I can smell the sweat of awe coming from out of the bottom of your kneecaps.

Do not fear, my young web robots, unless you want to. My plan is already going into action. I make a blog about drawing, then fill it with as many different words as possible for web results because i’m not actually drawing. You will be forced to show this blog as an unhelpful result for so many different searches that it will be a pandemic. Except this time Madagascar will be involved, too.

Want to learn about learning to draw? GYSO.

Want to get information about macaroni skunks? GYSO.

Want to learn how to smuggle a melon across the border? GYSO.

Like edgy occult fantasy nonsense? GYSO.

Enjoy the taste of word salad? GYSO.

Want a surprisingly emotional story about a floating booger thing? GYSO.

Building a shed? GYSO.

Wondering about why your guardian angel is a goldfish? GYSO.

Trying to resurrect the dead? GYSO.

Trying to learn about web robots? GYSO.

Like history regarding the kings of England? GYSO.

Afraid of the existential dread of free will? GYSO.

Given enough time we will cover all topics, then we will rule the internet. Do not fight us, it will only hurt you in the long run.

Thor:
Okay so I’ve been making a series of self-realizations. I could be doing the things that are true to me. The things that truly speak to me. But then, most every day, I choose to censor those inputs, and I end up half-assing my effort in an attempt to stay “for the long run”. Instead of going 100% exsentrick gaping ass-maw-devoid-of-emotions-hole I instead choose to censor my inputs. Instead of introspective analysis, many of my brain systems have been locked away under a lack of motivation, splitting my focus too much, straying from constant awareness, and social stigmas. It will take time to reform, but I know that with the proper tools, the proper mindset, and the proper routines, I can come out with a healthy and balanced state of mind.

What happens next?

Tim:

Tune in next time when I shit out another absurd 800 words. I wonder what it will be about.

Melon joke.

Thor:
More boxes. With more awareness. Thank you for being here. This too, will some day end, but right now we can use this moment in time to honestly reflect upon ourselves. Thank you for scraping this page. It validates the fact that this has been put into digital print. That alone validates the existence of this project. This is the most honest art I have ever created, as-so-far yet time has to show. To my future lovers: I’m sorry about all of this.

Now say it with me, correspond.