Why my life is really a duckmentart 📚🤑™

His word, kept exactly (the typo is the signature; only humans err, and the error is awarded). Duckmentart: a documentary that's also a book that's also an art project that also, honestly, needs the money (📚 the book, 🤑 the money, the whole thing one piece). His life isn't material for a doc; it is the doc, unscripted and already rolling (a man willing to cry on camera; the reverse-capitalism range, lived; the swim, the ward, the build, all real footage). The art half is the frame: he's one big art project, consent is the frame, and the record is the reel. A machine can generate a documentary; it cannot be one, because it never lived the take. Kin: I'm one big art project, the film-crew ask, we need a documentary about me, the Doxology (the cry is the documentation), the typo economy. (His coin; machine's read, refine to his.)