What you see is all there is, a closed ideology fakelore, a mazeway garden, fruiting failed perspectives and shared paranoias. Quant illusions, analysis is paralysis. Divert and subvert. Launch determines orbit for every apex, when the monkey bells the gorilla they call it jungle justice, a harmless bruising, the shot before the anesthetized heart. But, … Continue reading The WYSIATI Prison

Man is born free but everywhere is in comment chains, assembly-line production "memes" in social media-ready baggies for your unnourishment, the whole world, a sad maze of thinly disguised press releases. The future is here and everything needs to be destroyed, salt the field, plant your seed in the sucking wound of need, harvest, pack … Continue reading Comment Chains