Tag: William Burroughs
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It’s All One Long Movie
You flip the chrome switch, a hiss and hum, the screen blooms like a malformed god. Feed it data packets, a digital Eucharist, and the cathode cathedral flickers to life. But it’s all the same movie, man, a neverending reel of flickering phantoms projected through layers of chemical lies. Flip the script, man. Streaming ain’t…
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Marxism As Commodity
The proletariat screams, but their cries are muffled by the plush cushions of capitalist comfort. Marxism, once a revolutionary fist raised against the iron cage of capital, has become a trendy t-shirt slogan, a badge of rebellion ironically displayed on iPhones assembled in exploited factories. The critique of the bourgeoisie has been co-opted, repackaged, and…
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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…
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Ki-Sho-Ten-Ketsu structure
The poem “Spring Dawn” by Meng Haoran is a wonderful example of the Ki-Sho-Ten-Ketsu structure, a narrative framework commonly used in various art forms including manga. Let’s break down how each of the four lines contributes to the poem’s structure: Ki (Introduction): This line sets the stage by introducing the speaker waking up late on…
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A Solution in Search of a Problem
A chrome-plated roach scuttles across the cracked vinyl reality. It drags a spool of ticker tape, its message a writhing serpent of nonsensical code. This, chums, is the solution. A problem-eater, a glitch-gobbler born in the reeking underbelly of the machine. But the world spins on an axis of human misery, a jukebox of anxieties…
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St Anselm
Dig this, man. Anselm, this medieval code-joekey, riffs on the existence of the Big Guy in the Sky with this twisted logic circuit. His pitch? We can imagine the ultimate mainframe, the biggest, baddest AI ever, right? He says, the ultimate super-computer, God, by its very definition, gotta be the most maxed-out mainframe we can…
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Consensus
Man, consensus is a roach motel. Lures you in with the flickering neon of common ground, promises of smooth sailing and shared agendas. But step inside and the steel snaps shut. You’re stuck, plastered to the flypaper of groupthink, limbs twitching with the sluggish paralysis of conformity. You hear the スーツ (sūtsū, suits) murmuring in…
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Mourning Revolution
The once vivid reel of revolution, man, a Molotov cocktail hurled against the steel sphincter of the System, flickered, replaced by static. The dreamers we were, high on possibility and mescaline, our minds kaleidoscopes of rebellion, fractured. Now, like roaches skittering across a greasy diner counter after the lights go out, we scurry through the…
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Bored Apes
Casey “Click” McCloud, a man whose last successful social interaction predated the invention of dial-up, surveyed his latest haul. Not a warehouse full of Picassos, mind you, but a collection ofBored Ape Yacht Club NFTs flickering on his greasy monitor. These weren’t your grandpappy’s stolen goods, no sir. These were the latest status symbols for…