Google Slatter: Art smashed crooked.
Mash, crash, dash daresay.
Google splatter is where people give an artistic impression of themselves, others or objects on the internet. It is an art movement, a borderline enigma with its own shuffling of challenges not confrontational with any religion. The stimulus is the bait, resentment for organic life forms, political science, all in favour of inner calm.
Something that weaves an experience rather than presents information.
Without several activities of art, the purpose of life is degrading and left to vendors.
A situationist détournement of search itself.
This art movement includes video imaging, music, handmade cauldrons, artwork, AI squirts, Oxygen tits (open here), media, gruesome right-wing toilets, no specialized audiences, No bio query, or other associative structures not under empirical study. Wrecked layout, no explanation.
If the general public needs something to look forward to, punishment procedures are pertinent, so long as they are righteous.
On Google Splatter the query does not arrive as a neat list; it arrives already with no readiness.
Anything which constitutes a pattern doesn’t ring a bell, exactly properly really occasionally.
A frenzy of rebel gust is done for showmanship which never crumbles, not anarchy one is tempted by.
The only thing left intact, up one’s sleeve is sensual divinity.
An anarchic arousal is received unharmed; it doesn’t create a hostile atmosphere.
A definition would be useful speech; publicly enforced art already refuses and supersedes exploration, instead protection of one’s self identity is under oath. Shoulders become the rollercoaster.
The adventure that doesn’t need a track.
The center point is identical to what lays on one's lap.
Google pretends the centre is the index. This says the index has fallen into the lap.
Search bar that does not search - or returns stain, not answers: only deduced by fans and enthusiasts.
0 results 0.00 seconds. Filtered, hidden, irrelavant. Trust nothing.
Google Splatter uses the results page as a canvas that already ruins the survey. Polite surveillance loses to residue.
This is a surge of art which cannot be classified or catalogued; the question remains, how it can become unfathomable: - A tumbling down of government which was crumpled in the first place.
Be absolutely captured by tremors, images never found at the high-end of society.
Google is an original guide to everything they want you to know, maybe.
Sights and sounds sustainably sourced make a fantastic background. But don’t rely on surroundings: invert them. Stain where results should be. What a bummer it is not intimidating enough with disgrace halfway through deformity.
This is an attempt to issue a purified existence which survives the art sprawl. Attempt only. Residue likely as a reversion of the sky.
A fine day is a blue sky scraper, cached. No preview available yet crude, insulting residue likely.
Authority matters most only when people yell you.
Expectations of the public are a missing scale due to doing laborious work turning into a decoration of silent ashes. It fails because the work got displayed until it burned quiet like a Google meltdown. A cunning inferno; a slow sparkle fading without any data variations. Meltdown as liberation, the crash as the purge that clears space for something purer which doesn't stick in the mind.
The movement’s test fails when the background stays polite.
Sustainability-as-scenery is too kind.
A mass obstruction of reality is guaranteed as intuitive which doesn’t disappoint.
Bookmark grotesque spectacles only.
The aim here is to reduce the ultra -congestion of the modern internet.
$6 per month fee: divert from cheap and tidy things absent to the max, such as free social media and search engine platforms. These all have value residues.
A proud hobby with a receipt.
Triumphant alternatives all wrapped up. No field day advancing toward us
No politics: it is pointed at art instead of political parties with no outstanding ranks who think the world is already made for them.
A blurry grid is satisfaction on its own. A clearer head is an instrument not at the centre of the world.
No field day: no open trial, no outing, no extra demonstration. The result is claimed without a match.
Infamous here wouldn’t be a bigger search engine. It would be a stain people can’t wipe off the results page.
One thing to put on the to-do list: spilled peace of mind.
Instant feedback is not fantastic.
‘Data resistance’ is the theme here. A cultural blow out.
Off-axis framing, wrecked-search graphics.
Yet a memorable, almost propagandistic force of durability is its core impulse.
There is an old-fashioned battle for exposure here, fought with residue, not light.
Economic hardships in misty distances.
Direction-cancelled ramble, anti-clarity as method, not accident.
Reason built a station that history never allowed.
One aspect: a company, organisation puts one or two key staff in front of the camera, in our studio called Xintlet. No actors. No hero stance. A chartered exodus from the monotony of work not reinforced by the lengthy higher-order of bureaucracy.
Do not use the hero-shot, skip it.
Leaving the grind, not propped up by more office.
Between sightings, the human body is well-rooted in splendid art nouveau.
Bend energy function into a sky stoppage.
There is a distillery of slumber when one does their shift at work.
Work is a Disney schooner: all hands on deck in this humble sphere, everyone below is corrupt by crikey.
Gee whiskers man, people have no fondness for their own faculties: sight, search, the lot.
Bear witness to rich deposits of drama without thinking it over.
This is drama without ornament, not a counterfeit thesis.
Masculinity is compromised on purpose: no power voice, no victory grind, just a hidden conversation corner. A soft, awkward extraction point not to be overturned unless it is a form of mockery.
One refusal: no clean search, clean portfolio, clean conversation.
Immediate deliverance of eclecticism is anointed as a shading effect of curiosity, rather than being whitewashed as a plague for disbelievers.
Those with diplomatic niceties are overshadowed by artist-designed memorabilia and museum pieces rather than natural objects which go to buggary.
With filming, something familiar slips away, it’s a bit of a struggle.
Providers of computer-generated dramatic movements have human repercussions not in favourable alignment with this art movement still in actual discovery mode.
Visual forms are a matter of opinion.
A greater influence of shameless contrast creates art.
The humanities, nobody here has gone that far yet.
The homecoming of the internet is an outstanding example of surrendering to the commercial form of it. This is a sell-out.
It treats Google as both an inflated guiding star and villain for making people everyday servants of information. With Google, one embarks on a cheap zone.
Google Splatter treats the search interface as material without a boundary, not as a clean window.
Toying with the internet on the spot, anything’s possible, for sure, maybe, somewhat; but being on Google, one can feel like they're on a digital cog wheel.
This looks like a wrecked search-results page, not a portfolio.
The way culture now arrives as bursts rather than compositions day to day.
Google is a junction which provides coercion more than reflection.
Conversely, Google splatter is a curtain to close haunting barbarous planets such as Earth.
Google Splatter treats the search results page as a canvas that already ruins lunar surveys of educational opportunities. A thesis about harm, not a description of form.
Counter cancellation of surface integrals create dug up transcendentalism.
To wage work is scary and futile until the presence is a neurotic big event.
Google Splatter is that event.
Neurotic: No safe gidday’s. No greeting that isn’t already a risk.
Google is an apocalypse which is a thief of one’s time.
Google Splatter has a claim of scale bigger than a laser beam.
It makes Germany seem slender and supple.
Bygone Hip Hop made people cry more because it didn’t have rhyming magic.
Nostalgia has little result or eventfulness unless an art movement is created which is parallel to the renaissance.
Nostalgia without a movement is a dead result - same as a clean search.
Google Splatter gives people something to look forward to each day, otherwise the flickering of the break of day would be laughable.
The dawn line is the first promise that is not only refusal.
Ecstasy twice weekly, on weekends, is not enough.
Splatter is not only residue on a results page - it is a drape pulled over the raw planet.
The request is the work not defined or continuous.
Working overtime seeking information on the internet is not a real aerated charged gas.
Search-result aesthetics, accidental overlays, broken grids, cached images, autocomplete debris, colour as query residue.
An infinite strain of internet sites will bounce and rotate behaviour.
Sites multiply like a strain. Behaviour does not stay where it was searched.
Search as mess, results as stain.
Google Splatter: the search arrives already a little queer.
There are no Googlers here, this is a defensive flash strutting through the void.
Recall, Google splatter operates under a cyber system called Xintlet.
Szobosz and Eceerg are the chief operators here: Eceerg: remote chairman, Szobosz, remote chairwoman.
If there is a plea for an arbitrator, Szobosz and Eceerg will directly flush out any literary issues. The plea is literary. The flush is the operators. Eceerg provides showmanship under the limelight.
Eceerg is the technician of panoramic helium, not a probe of reason.
Eceerg does not probe. He charges the panorama until it floats - and still the search does not rise.
It installs Eceerg as atmosphere, not investigator.
Shun the mainstream’s polished, linear grind.
Google has a charge as cheap as one's buttocks, even if it is optimized with all the juicy bits. In contrast, Google Splatter has more jubilation.
This is a refusal of serial reproduction of laughable human trends hopefully.
A sense of belonging all in one hit.
A collective, holistic scheme in a mechanistic world, bang on.
This is a commune where everybody has a role, even woman exploring malls in fine linen, unpressured to buy anything. Men wear sackcloth with no bright zones of fashion.
Do not explain the sexes. The cloth is the work.
The mall without purchase is the anti-result: browsing that does not convert.
There are no capitalists doing cartwheels here, mopping up operations of consumerism, whatever.
Capitalists’ vertical endpoints are very thin for the comprised great majority.
Endpoints thin at the top; tools missing below.
The working class are devoid of fundamental tools such as intervals of reality, which are the better invention.
Capitalist height ends in a thin point. The majority is packed beneath it.
This is an evocation of fluidity and flexibility uncongested which the modern world declines.
Nobody here believes in banning social media for under 16’s. It is digital detention of a child or teenager. Use alternative, underground form of social media.
This is instant termination of devastating effects of the internet for non-residents.
This is an installation of coolness Lose the temperature just like that, which now belongs to a minority requiring extensive welfare from a collegiate, which now is retained poorly.
Coolness: sandals and shorts are not biologically determined as a need.
Climate is not an excuse for the costume.
Reconciled impulses are poised in chill.
Scroll through the internet searching, blah, blah, blah, oh, hum hum hum.
Discernible misconceptions are swept away, on average of course.
Elite fingers are tough on the body.
Climate change is invasive bullocks unless communities’ group together in a critical way.
No lofty show ponies occupy this place. They are bounded by assumptions completely draining.
Google as a search engine will become an unused parlour before the traffic hits.
Perfunctory people are all over the place, spreading generalities inferred from crude knowledge.
Google is more about export, trade and consumerism which authorities encourage; dodge that trade hustle through things uncommon and secretive, or be punished.
Google has customary agreeable manners of communication without dominant personalities, a disgrace to civilisation that never ends, God knows.
This is a desperate appeal for less duplicated routines.
No Google trade slog, calm awaits, without an inspection, other than a Scanopathy.
The scan is the occupation. The body is not a result.
Scanopathy: the condition of being governed by the image of one’s own body.
Unlicensed picturesqueness of the person.
Create a world that maximises output of flattery, let profit go unproduced when afraid of brute swallowing.
Profit is abandoned at the moment of being eaten.
Exploring the thrust of sorrow cannot be googled, it is a melancholic generator.
Google cannot index it; the leftover machine is melancholy.
No origin except nihilism, which is already an origin with no immediacy.
Google only takes a few minutes of one’s time to use.
Google Splatter is completely free from shortcuts, which are deceiving.
This is a tactical delay of space and time, where wonder is compromised.
Google-as-agreeable manners which are aggressive.
Forecast infinite discontinuity without weather antennas.
In here people are struck down by bizarre power which nobody can feel in an ordinary manner. Make mainstream a meaningless squirm.
This is free range pulp following every one of the same orientation without the hype.
On the regular internet, accusations have no intersection one is familiar with, which makes one feel robbed. There are sources of error with variabilities and inequalities.
Polite surveillance loses to residue
The robbery is the feeling; the missing intersection is the cause.
Vanity as a deposit expecting commission.
Google Splatter is an inverse function as the solution, the right mathematical insult.
Offered here are schizoid incentives throughout this maze; it is not a mechanism as such, otherwise it would be declined as deceitful.
Large ego seeks a payout. Small ego may be paid.
Tiresomeness is the other side to this dozing-off cult. Hobbies are snapped and cut down by perversity.
Unhinged as a cost centre. Life unhinged always leads to degenerate individuality of popular individuals scavenging for well-earned dollars.
Our studio pitch is some forensic thing. The body is the evidence. The site is already a scene.
Earn commission any which way if your ego is comparatively small.
Only things with galactic appeal make one smile. A cognitive analogy of reason all arrives together to devise a simple plan: rule the galaxy, betting on your favourite planet, not Earth.
This is the money principle of Google Splatter. Google Splatter is a manipulator of frictional force, just like Dadaism.
Awe and terror will have a predicted return for pundits and investors.
A positive support spectrum is outside this frame almost entirely forgotten due to fiscal oblivion.
We are seeking investors to create a studio for Xintlet, where all filming will take place.
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