Month: May 2024
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Airports
No fiery pits, no gnashing of teeth. The architects of control opted for fluorescent purgatory. Steely intestines crammed with shuffling, harried proles, all glazed eyes and TSA grope anxiety. Muzak drones, aural wallpaper to mask the frustrated bellows of the eternally delayed. Miles of stained carpeting that reek of despair and spilled Cinnabon. US airports. The security checkpoint. A cattle chute…
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Foster Wallace vs Burroughs/Pynchon
Back in the day, before the American Empire went full-blown batshit crazy, Foster Wallace – bless his tortured soul – was all high and mighty, scoffing at Burroughs and Pynchon’s warnings about a fractured, paranoid future. He was yapping about some kind of manic-depressive hedonism that would outsmart Burroughs and Pynchon. They were prophets of doom, raving about a schizophrenic,…
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You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Scratchy vinyl of reality spins a warped melody. You clutch a deuce of queens, heart sinking like a stone boot in a fever swamp. Chalk it up to rotten luck, another cosmic raspberry. But hold on, insectoid tendrils of possibility start to writhe. You think you’re beat, flatlined by misfortune. But the gremlins of fate, those bug-eyed tricksters with joy buzzer…
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Value
Value, man, that’s a roach motel on the information superhighway. A flickering neon sign in a concrete jungle, luring you in with promises of fulfillment. But step inside, and all you find are dead ends and hollow echoes. It’s a virus, see? Infects your circuits, your meat, your whole goddamn reality tunnel. Makes you chase…