Tag: Selling Out
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Veni, Vidi, Vichy
I came, I saw, I folded like bad origami. A handshake under the table, fingers crossed behind the back, the perfect alibi for treason wrapped in the flag of survival. Opportunists slip through cracks, greased by the fat of the land they betray. One moment they’re fighting for freedom; the next, they’re filing your chains…
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Selling Out
You dig? Selling out ain’t about empty shelves. It’s when the product pimps you, the consumer, to the real score. They don’t refine the sugar, they refine you. Dumber, twitchier versions of your former glorious self, slavering for the next dopamine drip, the next gaudy trinket. You dig, selling out ain’t about empty shelves. It’s…
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All Rebels Sell Out And All Right Hand Men Defect
They all turn state’s evidence, man. Every last one of those righteous bastards who howled at the moon about revolution, about tearing down the chrome-plated temples of oppression. Give it a few years, a taste of air conditioning and a decent spread at the country club, and their righteous anger curdles into lukewarm gravy. They…