Hello supplicants & sycophants,
Where have I been? The beach mostly, on both sides of the country.
Visiting Los Angeles for the first time since I left a few years ago was fun. I stopped by the iWantRadio show @ Vivid Studios and ran their Snapchat for the day. It was fun but most of you just need to buy more clips. <3 Being on the radio was fun and could only be improved by beating idiots realtime on air next time....so that's in the works. Thanks to Bratty Nikki & Dr. Lovejoy for the conversation.
If you are one of my admitted (or guilty, voyeuristic, etc) cuckolds, you might enjoy hearing from someone I brought on air with me...
Here's the XBIZ release. You can stream the show on Sirius XM 415. You don't deserve photos of my at work OR on vacation, so enjoy this gratuitous 3 second view of my décolletage in a car that *also* isn't yours.
#GYMTW, fools.
Speaking of Los Angeles. Or any international city, to be honest. A public service announcement. If you are ever so lucky as to be sitting next to me at a club, bless your soul if I do not see you throwing money on the fucking stage. Dancers are *working* *for money* and you are occupying real estate intended for *revenue streams* during the time that labor is being performed. Gross. I am completely unhinged and will humiliate you publicly until you dribble out of the soggy contents of your wallet and disappear from the venue. <3
Moving on.
I'm moving. Back to New York. I will be available to take your money away from you there.
Visuals.
I have a queue of footage to edit. Motivate me. They may be my last round of "clips" in the format in which clips exist. However, due to ongoing monetization challenges that erotic content still faces, risk does not favor development of my own gateway again circa 2014. But for now:
Top Selling in July: Spending Makes You Come.
You lead a fucked up life.
You probably don't get to talk much about your...habits. Who would believe you, even? When you tell them that your cock only gets hard when you spend...But it's true. And you need to pay. It doesn't really matter how frequently you pay. All that matters is that you want you. You want to pay. Deeply. Now. Part of the struggle...what prolongs your pain...is that you try to hold on to "your" money. But that's the thing. It isn't yours. That's why it wants to come to me. You want to come to me.
And spending is what makes you come...///
I recently passed the 200 clips mark. Thank me in hard currency. <3
Now. Back to being a mouthy bitch on the internet.
It's been a month since @BARDOTSMITH was suspended on twitter for being a very bad girl...And I'm already back in the twitter oubliette.... Twitter recently gaslit everyone by saying that they don't "shadowban" accounts. But I'm a math psycho with numbers. And, they do. It's not just my account, which has too short of a history to make any provable point. But in summary: Jack Dorsey remains an unfuckable, nazi loser and coward.
There are obvious personal distribution challenges for my...propaganda. But I am getting around this w strategy Too Distributed for Death. Unfortunately for you, as has been the case for years, my work is designed to generate fractals. I myself exist in a number of capacities, covers, and modes. Chances are increasingly good that you've crossed my work or analysis of it in the world without knowing that I installed it. To assist me in not dying through this critical phase, I am employing the service of @laaaaaaaaani. I pay her, but YYOOOUUUUUU can ALSO fund her admin & dev fees for me so we can BOTH GET MORE DONE. GREAT. THANK YOU. #GYMTW.
Relatedly, My own network infrastructure as it exists from the perspective of search & conversion has been disrupted severely in the past few weeks so I have a full time development job in order to resurrect and redirect (*cough* monetize). Offer labor, skills, $$$, in ways that *benefit me* or be quiet. By the way, it's sickening that so many of you lurkers & chronic dick beaters persist in your parasitic consumption of other human beings in general whilst they withstand assault for producing the same work you seem to feel entitled to diddle yourselves to for free. It's almost like those attitudes are connected. Oh right. They are.
Fuck off. You're all in debt.
Anyway. Perenially. Don't bother me in DMs or *literally fucking anywhere* on the internet or off without approaching with a gift. You are an unknown member of an audience peering through a keyhole through which you are observing a slice of *my* life. It is certainly not symmetrical. Therefore, approaching me without making an offering as testament to that fact alone is incredibly rude and bumbling. Again, gross.
If you have contributed nothing to my life, you should have the dignity to remain invisible to me as a result. But furthermore, speaking unemotionally, time is *absurdly* precious. I am not going to run a time deficit in my operations because you're "interested" in saying words @ me but not interested in paying me to listen to them. I am not interested in talking to parasitic voyeurs at all. Ever. About anything. As you can see, I remain quite busy for that.
Now. Good boys, cuckolds, and financial masochists can always lock up their cocks and call my cell phone: vrfd.co/smith.
With my move approaching, try to be useful and if you're utterly incapable, just be quiet.
Mommy is busy.
Xx, Smith.
@ICONOCLASTIAE
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PS: INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX 4: INTERLOCKING SYSTEMS is this evening. Class is full. See you there. Fuck the police & have a nice day.
