# competing with lauren's rotating sandwiches > they don't hear me cry > they don't hear me try > ~ the world (is going up in flames) by charles bradley mulch like that one guy who posts nothing but mushroom-content(tm) and / yet automatically gets like a billion views per post - lauren here not only has a low-effort site of rotating sandwiches an award but also instantly gets 132.7k followers on social or those who don't even bother writing a short biography for their social media profile - are apparently already so interesting andor famous - and are somehow immediately and unthinkingly gifted with a gazillion followers - no doubt for one thing they did i however have 167 (and most of them seem catatonic andor bots) and have not progressed a single follower beyond that a fairer society needs to exist in which everyone else without rotating sandwiches have fairer chance to be seen to exist and express themselves guess it's not enough to have actual good ideas just merely in quotes clever ones - like that classic bs "fifty shades of greyscale" book on amazon something - anything that makes easily pleased and permanently online people o whiteness clap like circus seals for the next soulless bit of braindead net content(tm) think i read something about lauren saying they just wanted to make the net silly again silly huh - not sure i quite read it that way - i tend toward thinking about it in terms of "whitey making the net safe (conflict free) for themselves" much like those endless posts on social featuring perfectly lit cupcakes in cosy uptown hipster coffee shops - the whitewashing of the net as a negative global cultural force seems more precisely the point that is to make the entire net nice(tm) for a certain class of colourless consumer droids so they successfully avoid any remote potential for troublesome thoughts (you know - stuff like the fact they're overwhelmingly responsible for destroying the entire planet with their nice soft-headed whipeo bs) so i'm staring at these rotating sarnies - and i don't feel a goddamn thing it's the art equivalent of pharmacological mood-levellers you just stare at them they rotate back and you feel (to paraphrase the pfloyd) uncomfortably numb one just looks at all the nice rotating sandwiches and - it's like having been faintly paralyzed at the conceptual level by it's brain-damaging _safeness_ - it's all so flat and obvious and systematically devoid of actual interesting andor human meaning i mean pfft - they're pictures of sandwiches that rotate ffs - bfd talk about quickly finding one's upper talent-limit am not sure that's lauren's precise intention for how it's all correctly meant to be received but - like a lot of utterly soulless "white wine and white art on white walls" such allegedly oh-so-clever(tm) art appears to ideologically mirror gen-ai dogslop antiart that is it's the safe undead art of global colonial whiteness soulless techno-cracker bullshit only pale stale internet basement chuds find remotely worthy of their mobile phone goldfish attentions yet in fact only a real dunce would think "gee i wish i'd thought of that" like really what about literally anything else it doesn't have to be groundbreaking just a little beyond any content(tm) internet whitey might find delightful how desperately unthinking and low-effort it all feels - but then all that merely sounds like easily dismissed sour gapes a kind of intense vicious green-tinted jealously that's apparently not a good look yeah i mean let's not talk about deeply troubling actual reality based shed like systemic inequality or anything let's just blame the angry lesser artist's simple lack of cool for not having thought of rotating sandwiches first lol fuck that whiteboy shed how about someone else get a single goddamn look in for a change i literally busted my right arm rsi-wise after slog-editing a giant novel for three solid months to the point it started hurting so much i started crying out loud and agony and eventually had to call an ambulance to come help ease my sufferning (only there were no ambulances available because endland is a terminally useless shedhole and so i had to sit alone in accident and emergency for six and a half hours clutching my arm and sobbing with pain until a nurse eventually saw me for a mere five minutes and prescribed me the weakest painkillers possible) this seems the realer grinding art-work you baskets - not some faintly smug rotating sandwich vibe casually tossed off for the grim appreciation of a brain-rotted generation of simpletons ok sure all the best to fellow artist lauren heck it's not her fault her art's pale and stale one should be championing people in one's fellow community right - if only it were for the doubt quietly pounding in my heart that makes one suspect some are more in the community than others if you knowhatimsayin oh well back to the grindstone perhaps one day i'll be as clever as the anointed ones in the rotating sandwich scene and they'll notice my considerable non-smarty artistic efforts take pity and throw some sandwich crumbs my way for which i'll be oh-so grateful look into my angry asian eye **+** [[one word son mushrooms]] **+** https://rotatingsandwiches.com/ **+** https://tinyawards.net/2023/ // republic of bob