The drizzle was intensifying as I paced uphill and entered the expansive retail outlet where the automatic doors parted for me like I was consumer royalty, where I contemplated briefly the pros and cons of quote-unquote Late Capitalism, where I nodded my head approvingly, where I was thankful I made it before the drizzle became rain, but where I was slightly concerned I’d get drenched on my walk back. Continue reading
The proceeding is a letter written to me by an acquaintance whom you may well acknowledge; or, should you please to do so, not acknowledge. But he was an eminent person, Jack knows. Was, not is. Could be once more. We shall see. I quit before this gets tiresome. The world and its seed are needless of another philosophaster, Jack knows. He was–I mentioned eminence. Recently venerated out of personhood into a figure; in China, a specter. I expect that’s 鬼. Continue reading
ALLEGORY OF THE E-READER
Eager to impart perspective
And private lessons give to each,
Of age or standing irrespective,
So often Death will stop to teach. Continue reading
I watched the twisted, metal Babel erupt into a plume of thick, choking smoke as three thousand souls were consumed by fire. God said the Earth wouldn’t be destroyed by water the second time around. Nobody understood how or why, but there was always some Middle Eastern dictator to blame. The streets were cloaked red, white, and blue in remembrance. Jets took off and the bombs fell on the empty desert. We would have our revenge. Continue reading
Description of Artwork no. 6
The artist has tried to recreate the fantasy landscape of her childhood. Wizards, castles, secret dens. This found-object and sculpture resembles one of Louise Borgeouis’ spiders, remade in lego and old t-shirts. The aim of this exercise seems to be to invoke nostalgia for the artist herself, and to screen the viewers for those the artist can consider to be potential friends, or at least enough like herself that she might consider talking to them. Continue reading
dont fall back asleep. dont use warm water in the shower; cold water induces non-shivering thermogenesis, which is good for metabolic and psychological health, and also warm water will open your pores, the fracking fluid water will get in. dont put cream in your coffee – dairy cows in the industrialized world are milked deep into pregnancy, which leaves elevated levels of estrone and estradiol in the milk, also modern milk causes excess igf-1 signaling which ages you faster, increases adiposity and insulin resistance. Continue reading
In the morning, and this is after I’ve my caffeine pills and sign in, I–between three sets of forty-five pushups and four of two over-bending leg stretches–farm fifty or sixty Lizard Brain of Poise in two sessions and take water. So, I can make twenty bucks and prop my strength up in two hours before going in. Then I’ll be doing things leisurely in Istanthor and have my news on autoscroll down the vertical of my three monitors; everything about guns, ML, MLG, AI, NSA, CIA, NLP, E3, TED, MIA, KGB, third world democracy, Cobie Smulders, and new glitch exploits in Istanthor (a ghost-infested old castle city with very exploitable ghost physics!!!), and I’ll eat noodles of some color or a protein bar or take powder,
Football Night in America
“Who are those voices?” the girl asked.
“Those are commentators—they say what’s happening in the game.” The boy dragged his finger across a tiny lizard in his hand. Continue reading
Appointment with Time-Trap Technician. Shown time as a spiral. 90 degrees out the view has changed and persistent problems seem to have vanished (visio of me breathing in fresh air in the garden, thinking ‘now, everything will be better’) only to reappear as the spiral turns inward. Current people and difficulties are just present-time versions and variations of those that have existed before. I say ‘before’ advisedly as all time is shown simultaneously with past and future running concurrently. Also, parallel streams with minor and major differences; life in other countries, planets; male, female, indeterminate, transhuman identities. Something that looks like a symbiote. Something else without vertebrae – a gelatinous, spectral jellyfish answering to my name.