Ball is Life: An Ishpost Edition
Hey young blood. I hear you have aspirations of becoming quite the baller. You know, baller status, creme de la creme access, shot caller, yaddi yaddi yadda. That's childish, borderline blasphemous.
Ball is life, life is art, Ball is art. The material and excess cometh when they cometh, when Ball chooseth which broken turns chosen, AND1!
Take the content creating economy in which you partake in and miserably fail at for example, Ball is life.
Em: Excuse me?!
Comedy this time huh?
Em: Dude, what are you on about? Scratch that, who are you and how did you get in here?
First things first, the "Keep it simple stupid" physics law also applies here. That being said, you do have to work on your drafts, work on them some more, and only then can you finally put the final edits. Turn editing into a craft of yours if you have to. Only a fool picks his first draft, leave such foolishness to the NBA, they do lack fundamentals these days after all.
Em: Good advice I guess but I'd be more receptive if you would introduce yours..
Secundo. For your one two punches to crossover from mind to screen, to blown minds à la AI cross over, best not telegraph those paragraphs. Failure to adapt and diversify could easily end in loss of sauce.
Em: We talking about practice huh?
An AI script, funny. Want a tech to go with that?
Em: Forced. Again, who tf are you?
Anywho, most times your ideas will be utter diddly poop. Just pick one and roll with it. Mix them up need be, follow through enough and it might just be a worthwhile arc. Success or fail, no man ever got big by staying in their comfort zone.
Em: Didn't the big man used to thrive by practically living in the paint, even praised for it at times? Anyway, the zone actually sounds like where you should be if you wish to make the next jump. Pull up.
Cheeky brat. ..Now where was I?
Em: Mixing your analogies.
You too dumbass.
Em: .... You really aren't going to tell me who you are are you?
Knowledge is food for thought and laughter food for the soul. To grease their wills, fatten those set ups when possible for maximum effect come screen shot O'clock. We talking heavyweight caliber fats, sauce on sauce on sauce, handles à la chef Curry.
The fans starving and they won't be satisfied until it's full circle season. Corny but yeah, who doesn't like a clean spin move after all.
Em: A hint at least.
As you know, the first law of Equivalent Exchange paraphrases that to create something, something of equal value must be lost. Crackpots claim that as above, so below. Well I say that so postgame, so postpost.
Em: Sounds like you're the crackp
No such thing as hit or miss, it's hit and miss me with the bullshit. Once the heart in the post, the post up game up next, up up and away, and a whole chain of events posterized!Source.
Posterized-Face!
Em: You're just me aren't you? An older, wiser, much wealthier and groovier me.
Boy you wish. Your canvas practically still blank. You ain't taste the dirt enough times only to bounce right back every single time, and your game nowhere rounded enough to be comparable to me. It's not an impossibility, but still is a laughable notion as of now. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?
Em: ... Not even an alias?
Ball is life young blood, Ball is life.
Em: Ok, I'm done with you!