Our rule: we do whatever the fuck we want, a heavenly kakistocracy, the Host on High: flâneur, stumblebums, mollycoddled half-humps handing down a queasy quadroonerie of essentialism, an Aleatory principle, WYSIATI. A carceral state on this side of the multiverse, one eternity in eternities, waving Ludwig Wittgenstein's magical bracelet of meaning, dropping spiritual gems cattywampus … Continue reading Salad Messiah