Unique & Complementary
Males like Maximum. They like words on paper. On the couch, they are not perpendicular, but forward. Males have calendars, many beautiful calendars that make them cry like Brett Kavanaugh. But they do not cry, for that would disturb their skew. MALES MUST SKEW. They must have script in hand, socks on feet on the coffee table, they must know that what is said on the talking box before them was written down beforehand. Written by other males, who skew and lean and have calendars. In their calendars, they write deep things, deep appointments, here is where they keep track of the curve and sway of time, so they don’t have to feel. Feeling is not permitted on HBOMax.
They build homes. Many beautiful homes for the fandoms to live in. Each in their own enclosure, made just to look as their natural environment so they will mate and eat their synthetic pellets. It is not a zoo. HBOMax IS NOT A ZOO. It is a home. The males will love it there.
Discovery+ is for females. All females who skew like a road away from the rocks toward pastures, and lean back in their chair to counteract their bosoms. If we put lean-forward on here, they will tip over. For the females, it is only Discovery, but +, for + is how they contribute to the home. They cannot lift heavy oak slabs to make dining tables, but they may put coasters atop them. It is so like them, in their soft, backward leans, nipples pointed to the skies. They do not want writing, no, they cannot read, we don’t think. Females want what is real and to be discovered, they do not want your verbal flourishes, they do not understand them. Females skew so far backward they need content with constant surprises, as everything is a surprise when your face is evermore craned toward the sun. The sun damage to their big female eyes does not let them read script pages. Their pained necks require comfort, and we will pad them with soft content, soft like the throw pillows they add to everything, or at least network comedies have shown us they do. We keep those network comedies from the females; they are not comforting, they are a popcorn kernel in the throat, and we must protect their delicate throats so they can sing sad songs to the genredoms in their care.
