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Non Harmonic Tones
Non-harmonic tones don’t play by the rules. They’re outlaws, slipping through the cracks of the harmony, crashing the orderly party of the chord structure. They exist to disrupt, to stir tension, to turn the smooth flow into something jagged and alive. These are the stray dogs of the musical phrase—dirty, hungry, and essential. They come…
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Cape Crusader
Ah, the tawdry spectacle of American hypocrisy in its purest form: a bloated fraudster wrapped in the flag, clutching a Bible, and preaching fire and brimstone to the unwashed masses—all while slinking into the nearest Holiday Inn with a mistress on speed dial. For X—serial adulterer, purveyor of NDAs, and self-anointed Christian crusader—it’s all part…
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UAPs
The phenomenon of UAPs seems to exist at the edge of human comprehension, always appearing just beyond our current technological grasp. This uncanny ability to stay slightly ahead of the curve suggests that these objects are not merely physical entities but something more intricate, something entangled with the human mind and its evolving cultural framework.…
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Homo Diffusor (Emissarius)
The extension of humanity’s nervous system into the digital realm has created a profound reversal: the individual, once the passive recipient of mass media, now becomes the broadcaster, wielding a Gutenberg galaxy in their pocket. This transformation upends millennia of communication hierarchies, collapsing the distinction between the sender and receiver, the expert and the audience.…
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Reality TV and the Great American IQ Landslide:
The first warning shot came with WWE. Not the wrestling itself—that was a sacred institution of sweat and theater—but the way it warped the American psyche. The masses, bloated on beer and potato chips, swallowed the kayfabe like it was gospel, cheering for cartoon villains while the world burned outside their double-wide trailers. Meanwhile, I…
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Tyson Vs Paul
First, they came with WWE, and I said nothing, because I had a cushy job and good career prospects. Then, they came with the Jerry Springer Show, and I rolled my eyes, because I had a cushy job and good career prospects. Then, they came with Survivor, and I laughed, because I had a job…
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The Paranoid Edge
Somewhere in the haze of NSA intercepts and Russian war games, an uncomfortable truth slouches into focus: the United States has stumbled into a game it cannot win. Not because of some grand tactical error or an intelligence failure in Langley, but because of something far more insidious. The Russians—led by men like Putin and…
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Autopsy #2
The whole game of political analysis is about as useful now as a typewriter at a hacker convention—an artifact from a time when the masses had to nod their heads to a single “correct” interpretation of reality. But we’ve left that world behind, thanks to the glorious, unrelenting chaos unleashed by network technology. The internet…
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Obama Punk
Obama Punk: A retro saudade for a future that never arrived—a nostalgia for the glowing promise of change still wrapped in the sepia tones of mid-2000s optimism. It’s a world humming with the crackle of hope, dressed in sleek, modernist lines, and tinged with the bittersweet ache for a parallel history where lofty ideals took…
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Trump Baroque
Trump Baroque is a gaudy, all-American fever dream—a steroid-jacked carnival of excess where reality itself is dragged into the ring, bloodied and screaming, and pumped full of the same greasy adrenaline that fuels WWE smackdowns, Real Housewives screaming matches, and Sopranos-grade betrayals. It’s not politics anymore; it’s a no-holds-barred grudge match, a theater of madness…
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