ZIOMAX

So much detail and effort goes into what ZioMax has always found to be the epitome of graphic power and possibly the greatest artistic prostitution, of all time:

The car commercial.

Car commercials bring Neoclassical art to a new level. They use some of the best artist and graphic techniques to promote the very thing that humanity destroys itself over: dino-crap-oil fun buggies.

Marketing shit to assholes:

Rush hour is full of miserable American slobs, bleeding their soul out foreign tailpipes, as they commute to and from their shit holes, throughout the psychological inferno, other wise known as the 9-5 day job. The United States is pure gas-guzzling-gridlock coast to coast, with highways as clogged up as the arteries are of the fat-ass Americans that drive in them. That’s why only shit, (like technologically outdated cars), get marketed to assholes, (who don’t know ass from elbow), that create black clouds of dinosaur shit, backing up the colon-cancer-holes of third party-potatocritized, meat and potato eating, cowboy hat swinging, Walmart frump-shit-shopping, terrorist. It actually might be for the best.

It comes down to knowing your own style, which nobody does. That is why, the better things are, the less they are marketed, and the less a company needs to wrap shiny bells and whistles around a worthless product. There are more assholes out there in the world with no identity and no style, so, they buy into any piece of bird shit that a pigeon drops on their greasy head (as long as the pigeon ate a big bowl of glitter for breakfast). The good stuff stays non-glittered, under a pigeon-proof shit shield, just like ZioMax does.

Car commercials may have the best graphics, but the medium shows nothing more than soulless posthuman modernism, that possesses no actual message. ZioMax would rather look at a stick figure, as long as it related to an actual message. -Max