I'm pretty sure I'd make a pretty bang-up pet psychic. I'm good with reading the body language of most legal house pets, and telling people what they want to hear. I think I could offer genuinely good advice enough times that I could justify what I'm doing and how much I'm charging for it.
There are people who sell spellcasting services on Etsy. You pay them hundreds of dollars and they say that they cast a spell to do what you wanted. People make six figures doing that.
Fake and false advertising Nothing has change No communication No update No to everyone do not give free money away to this fake merchant
Purchased item:
Penis Enlargement Spell Voodoo Doll Penis
Holy hell.
I assume there's a lot of fake purchases and review trading going on to build a reputation for this sort of thing.
The real money's not in that shit. It's in the low hundreds of dollars (or less). Sell an $85 sexual potency spell. A $110 "bring back my ex". And (if your practice the darker side of the Art) a "Curse my enemies/make them suffer/get revenge NOW" spell for a clean $200.
Oh yeah, I was just picking out the outrageously high dollar stuff; there's thousands of listings, most of them in the hundreds or less, these are just the "only need to sell it once" type
When I was visiting Colorado over the summer and had the afternoon free I wandered a downtown/oldtown market type area. Went to a basement store that advertised magic on the outside, and I'm like "oh cool like top hats and cards an' shit" but no, the Alan Moore type. There was a guy telling a dude how to use a magic crystal wand to cure headaches.
I wish I'd stuck around longer and asked him some questions about it. I feel like a storefront where you sell your stuff in person can give you something to actually do all day. And fuck, you could just cast the spell and send them a video of you doing it. What's that, like, 90 seconds of work? Wizard-for-hire is an easy gig. Might as well have fun.
Get a screen printer and an Etsy page or something idk, the hardest part is probably just getting eyeballs on you
Hell, just tell hexbear who to cancel and we'll give you all the free advertising you'll ever need
I would do industrial espionage for unscrupulous companies. Basically, you fluff up your resume, then get hired, download fucking everything you can and sell it to their competitors.
I think there could be a market for a "I escaped Nordic socialism" grift. Going on all day about the bike lanes and gays and lack of freedom eagles.
In the US, I am being 100% sincere that there would be think tanks that would give you money to shit on the Nordic model, no doubt.
it'd be so easy to be an ex-muslim MAGA grifter. "escaped islam" or some nonsense and the money would roll in. hang out with benny shapiro and god knows whoever else
If I was a completely shameless piece of shit I would tell people how bad other black people are like Candace Owens does. I mean heck I might be a "bad guy" but im not "that" bad.
Write books on how to cure your cancer by eating organic foods.
i would sell chud merch. But not any chud merch. The really dumb chud merch that 45 year old dads buy which won't make any sense in 5 years. Like toilet paper with pictures of their local democrat mayor on it
Not to get too specific, but we produce lots of chud merch. The only chud merch we produce is ordered by people who are also selling 'live laugh love' to vaguely new-agey kitsch merch. It's pure grift. A literal 3 percenter oath poster next to a "Be the Ocean..." poem in blue print on a white background. Same people, just looking for ideology that sells.
I would mint a shit cryptocurrency or two and be set for the next couple years
Hijack old people's browser session cookies, load them in my Amnesiac Live System's browser, drain their bank account for monero and tumble that/extract with a crypto-for-cash ATM or spread it across various PayPals to order hardcover versions of theory I already own. And order new - but again, hardcover.
Idk, def something I don't think about every time i see the paperback Franz Fanon book with the fucked spine in my bookcase
