marketology all of a sudden

I wonder what will happen tomorrow.
I've never had a reason to think
why models and actors are even necessary.
Their job is to seduce and entice.
They seduce you into buying something.
Oh, I was born a marketer.
It's seduction.

The main desire through which you can be influenced is sex.
It used to be like that, but now the images have worn off and the sex is the main desire.
The glamour of the six-foot-tall rural hotties who come to the city inspires few.
A doughnut is sexier than these success-hungry, gaunt cows.
Oh, no, they want something else. Give them what they want.

You can't make up an image, it's not natural.
I literally touched the green grass.
I know it's a figure of speech.
I was just sitting on the grass eating my peanuts and thinking.
Thinking was as fast and clear as a freeway.

Here, girl, girl, I know what you want,
wickedly pretending to be a carefree nymph.
Can I sell it to you? Hardly.
You're too clumsy, too ugly and you'll never marry.

They're not interested in sex specifically,
but you can seduce them with their own images in their eyes.
You weren't born a marketer
you were born a con man.
You're welcome.
I just eat peanuts really fast
the faster the faster I think.
Well, I'm technically observing green grass
under the tree by the jasmine bushes.
My lipstick must be smeared like a clown--
you don't have to eat nuts by the handful.
I'm almost a buddha under the bodhi tree. Enlightenment is coming.

What is it?
Am I surrounded by a volleyball team?
..And not under this tree, not under this bush.
This place is right here.
Am I invisible now? Don't step on me!

Are you boys looking for something?
Did you lose your bookmark? I'm just kidding.
No, I don't have anything.
Help yourself to some peanuts.
Did I dig this hole right here.
and took something for myself?
Maybe because
my shirt says Escobar on it.
I wore it because it was the first one in my closet.
Who reads these things anyway.
(but if someone were to ask,
I just love the myth that he never lied.
Well, no, I still like the villain,
there's nothing you can do about it.)

You don't have to show me your thigh with no needle marks.
Is that a foot or a stilt? I was just kidding.
Take the peanuts.
Why would you rob me? Your water pistol.
Stop waterboarding a grown man.
Eat your nuts. There's nothing else to eat.

We're athletes.
Of course we are.
No, there's only peanuts in this bag.
something else it seems.
Something blue? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
In my peanuts.

These are beautiful children now,
I don't think we weren't so beautiful as kids,
We were all always hungry and stunted and half-wild,
although I don't remember much.

Teenagers love me,
but I've noticed that it's only certain special teenagers.
In parting, he shot me with a water pistol,
telling me he loved me.
but they didn't fully believe it.

What if I dug that hole?
There's something about it that leaves doubt.
It's just the writing on the T-shirt is a coincidence.
Boys, mommy's proud of you!

“An image cannot be invented, it will be unnatural.
Only the spirit can give the only true mood.
If you don't see a clear sign,
you can count crows, divide by two and then by three.”
Got it!
Thank you, heavens!
Boys, I love you.

If I ever get the chance tomorrow,
I know which look would be irresistible and seductive.
You'll buy everything from me
There are equally confused people around,
And they don't know where to park in this huge parking lot.
They don't know how to live either.
It's a scam. Shut up, good me.
Oh, no, you don't have to put on a disguise,
they'll feel it.
I have something you don't have.
I'll be your mirror
and whatever you want to see in it.
Theorist.

No wonder the man's always broke.
But what a theory!
The goal is just to make money at all.
Can I even eat a bag of peanuts on the grass?
It was a picnic. Thoughts are a side effect.
And these weird teenagers,
we were laughing so hard, he said let's rob her.
and he pointed a water pistol at me, and I put my hands up.
No way!
do I look like a drug dealer with my peanuts?

And undoubtedly an actual model look.
Yeah, walmart crowd.
Guys, I'm actually a famous poet.
And they're athletes, too.
But these kids are a good sign for sure.
We never really know what's going on.
Aren't I a good one?

I'm wondering if I'm gonna get a job tomorrow or not.
One, don't oversleep,
and two, don't get drunk before the meeting.
I'll take a cab. I'll have to think about it.
Don't talk to the cabbie, for God's sake.

There's that second audio track all the time, who's talking?
Take an axe with you and set fire to their office tonight.
Thanks daddy, I will.
Oh, adventure time!
Don't mess with them.
I'll just ask them if this is a human and organ trafficking place.
And express my hope
that actors are needed for 18-plus movies.
It's obvious you don't want the money.

They're probably just recruiting.
And there'll be a job sometime later, maybe.
Gabriel, intervene, please.

His name was Bob.
My name is Tulio, the concentrate.
My memory is acid.
In my gaze is everything you dream of.
Girl, do you want a boy?
I'll give you this.
Just buy this fancy sweater.

Deception, you devil.
No, you're a marketer.
Then we're going to the wrong agency.
It was an accident,
And there are no accidents.
You see, I don't interfere with anything.
Even Widgie's keyboard typing itself.

You don't know the nature of the crowd.
Hitler's '39 speech?
Doesn't matter now,
You don't influence what you claim to influence.
That's why the money's in the account.

It's a handwritten confession.
I'm a manipulator. I have nothing to give people,
but I want to get paid for it.
What I could give, they can't take.
Where's your product face?
О,
we forgot to hyphenate direct speech.

No one but me can count these pathetic remarks
as a second track.
What dialog? It is the rambling speech of a literary man.
What product-product?
No one heard you or understood you.
I'm telling you they don't even want sex anymore.
Those images are all worn out.
I'm talking about what models and actors are used for.
I was wondering about that today for the first time in my life.
And I'm certainly not the only one who can see it.
Buy a car with beautiful women rubbing on the hood.
Go to hell! It doesn't work anymore.
You don't get rich producing porn.
(are these more startups in the fraudulent mind?)
They'll pay for the image of themselves. They need it.
They are confused people but they only want to see themselves.
Not you.
Compliments weren't invented today.

You're the one who drowned out such a clear mood.
With nonsense like.
“I've got what you want,” is that it?
In a bag of peanuts, maybe.
Jesus, Japanese yakuza pimp, white shirt, red pants.
Ouch.

Of course I'm a woman, but you don't realize it's the same song:
It's called “I'll Give You What You Want.”
The peanut thing was an accident.
It's a really interesting topic.
It echoes deals with the devil.
Don't start.
This little girl doesn't want a boy,
she wants buns, actually.
The challenge is to offer her buns.
Buns will be in my eyes.
I'm a magician. I'm practicing. Bet I have a job tomorrow.
Bet you don't.
Introduce yourself as the devil in a bottle.

Second sound track - remember, we don't name names.
Name your inner dialog, print it out and go to the doctor for a pill.
Dude, I'm the one who's gonna rob you,
cause I'm the night thief with no name.
You came up to me, you started talking to me,
you showed me your feet, you threw water on me,
you told me you loved me.
You were looking for something? You found this.
You thought that's all I needed?
I'm the one who's gonna rob you.
I'm kidding. I'm a famous poet.
You're kidding too?
Oh, my God, who are we gonna rob now?

I bet they'll wire me the money tomorrow.
To what?
The full amount they're transferring.
Yeah, well, you already owe me a lot.
I never lie.
Deal's a deal.
(But if they don't transfer anything, it'll be “the full amount” too.)
Anyway, I've already won. always.


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