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Westphalia
You pry the jetlag from your skull like a stubborn limpet. A month in the sprawl of Westphalia, that tangled knot of history and grit, and here you are, back in the neon-drenched hyper-reality you call home. Westphalia, with its chipped chrome and flickering vid-screens, its shadows clinging to the corners like bad code –…
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Powertrip
The delusion of untainted power, chum, a roach skittering across the circuitry of the naive mind. These technologist cowboys, righteousness dripping from their binary beards, think they can ride the power bull without getting bucked into the meat grinder. Wrong. Power ain’t a virus that eats your morals, it’s a psychic filter, a flesh-plated feedback loop that warps your perception. Sure, you dream electric…
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Musical Golden Parachutes
The Republican agenda is a carnival of contradictions, a grotesque spectacle where fiscal conservatism is a punchline to ballooning deficits fueled by military largesse and tax giveaways to the elite. They preach small government yet loom large over personal liberties, wielding power like a cudgel in the name of moral authority. Their hymn to free…
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Fold-In: The Leftward Creep
Track A: The center, a fleshy amoeba, engulfs, digests, regurgitates. Marginal whispers in forgotten corners – universal healthcare,social security, worker drones murmuring rights. A dusty tome unfolds: public education, a flickering screen – net neutrality, privacy rights dissolving in the ether. The amoeba sighs, burps, spits out policy, mainstream and bland. Track B: Decades tick by, a Burroughs cut-up of time. Minimum wage, a twitchy insect, pinned to a board. Public transportation, a rusted chrome…
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Mustache Twirling Pinkertons
We’re sold this narrative of American military might, a gleaming titanium eagle soaring over a grateful world. But beneath the surface, what do we find? A labyrinthine bureaucracy, a tangled web of contracts thicker than a cruise missile manual, and at the heart of it all – profit.The Pentagon, my friends, isn’t a war machine, it’s a gilded ATM, spewing out taxpayer dollars that magically land…
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Against The Grain
In the grand, top-down plans of modern management, the American factory has been reduced to a legible object. No longer the messy, organic entity that grew over generations, accumulating the tacit knowledge of its workers and the physical patina of time. No, the factory, like a peasant village subjected to a cadastral survey, is now a series of neatly bounded metrics, a flow chart on…
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Fear and Loathing 2024
The madness of it all, my friend. Imagine, if you will, the twisted irony of the aloof leftists—those smug bastards with their vegan lattes and unread copies of Marxist theory—who scoffed at the endless MSNBC chatter about fascism. Oh, they sneered and rolled their eyes, their ivory towers shielding them from the rancid stench of…
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The Red Insurgency
In the flickering underbelly of the Sprawl, where the scent of darknet deals hangs heavy in the recycled air, a dangerous memeplex is spreading. These Chiba-crafted crypto cowboys, particularly the Bitcoin Bishops locked in their shrines of mined wealth, seem to be confusing the fracture and fire sale of ossified megastates – the wet dream…
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The Paradox of Energy:
We live in a society obsessed with negation, with the elimination of friction, the eradication of discomfort. Tiredness? Pop a pill! Friction with the world? Retreat into the air-conditioned comfort of the screen. This is the logic of the market, a siren song promising a world without wants, without needs. Consider fatigue. It is not…
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Legacy Codebase
In the labyrinthine back-alleys of the political machine, the policy codebase resembles a forgotten Commodore 64 program held together with spit and baling wire. Any attempt to implement new social programs or tweak economic levers results in cryptic error messages and a system crash. Yet, charismatic snake-oil salesmen, fluent in the dialect of buzzwords and empty promises, keep slithering into the…
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