WE ARE ALIVE IN THE GLOW OF A POTENTIALLY SIMULATED METASPACE, AND IT’S STARTING TO FEEL MORE LIKE AN OVERCROWDED “MEATSPACE” / NO OFFENSE INTENDED, IF YOU GET MY DRIFT

Some heretical science fiction, composed in a terrible and irreverent temper, in which reality disobeyed this mind so ardently that my interiors became indistinct from my exterior, praise G+D, amen.

The Everything Politic/I Have Brown Privilege Probably Hope It(This) Helps/ Class War?Class War!/Shantih, Shantih ,Shantih.

“Everything political, everything politic,” said the blind man who was brown of heart in a broken, crooked voice. “Now you, you there, listen up, listen well, good, good, good.” Everything politic. My voice? asked the inverted savage, (angry at his pale-faced result!) Oh ya. Very very politic. You? asked the inverted sign of a savage,Continue reading “The Everything Politic/I Have Brown Privilege Probably Hope It(This) Helps/ Class War?Class War!/Shantih, Shantih ,Shantih.”

following the slaughter, said someone to the monster: pictures regarding recent indecency, events recently, risky politicking, political apathy, apathetic popularly, popular/appealing, appealing to no one, and the beginning of a story requiring revisions in light of visions made reality or something tricky-er-on with the poetry, yes, yes please.