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Hanlon’s Razor
Absolutely. Buckle up, chummers, for a ride down the wormhole of American decay. Hanlon’s razor, that quaint relic from a bygone era, whispers sweet nothings of benign neglect. Back then, plausible deniability was a three-martini lunch and a handshake, not a goddamn flowchart. Now? We’ve got the engineering of incompetence down to a goddamn science.…
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Hell is in Between Criticism and Prophecy
In the dead space between galaxies, where stars go cold and reason curdles, there writhes Hell. Not flames and brimstone, no sir, but a grey, featureless void where criticism, twisted and impotent, writhes with the corpse of unfulfilled prophecy. Here, the word becomes a rusty meat cleaver, hacking forever at phantom flaws, critiques of futures…
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Sivowitch’s Law
The Bleedin’ Firstness Caper You think you’ve got it, man. The holy grail of origin, the immaculate conception of invention. You tracked that sucker down, a gleaming artifact in the cluttered swamp of history. Feels good, like snortin’ that pure Bolivian marching powder. But hold on, Tex. Take another hit, this one’s laced with reality.…
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Neo-Manila
In the desiccated sprawl of Neo-Manila, the air shimmered with a heat that defied logic. Here, the war between Healthcare and Landlords had raged for decades, transforming the cityscape into a bizarre battlefield. Gleaming chrome bio-domes, pulsating with an artificial thrum, housed the privileged few with access to advanced medical technology. These were the fortresses…
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Powertrip
You, adrift in a sea of ones and zeroes. A million flickering screens, all the same face – Big Tech, grinning, cold. Suddenly, a power surge. The screens fracture, pixels splatter. From the wreckage, a riff emerges, heavy, distorted – Monster Magnet’s Powertrip. It’s 1998, but not the safe, pre-programmed 1998 they sold you. This…
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The Meaning Of Meaning
The search for meaning – a junkie’s fix. Short, sharp rush of revelation, then the cold sweat of doubt dripping down your temples. You crave it, that high, the justification, the purpose. But meaning’s a cut with a dull blade, leaves you jittery, paranoid. It twists your words into weapons, turns your neighbors into threats.…
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Ultraviolet
Man is a blind insect. Crawling through a universe of luminous color, he can only perceive a tiny fraction of the spectrum. His eyes are meaty cages for the glowing rods and cones, tuned to the meager range of visible light. Reds, greens, and blues, a paltry trick compared to the ultraviolet symphony that surrounds…
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Burning Down The Village to Feel its Warmth
Buckle down, meatbag, and lemme inject some Burroughs-ian serum into your tired platitudes. You talk about pricing out opinions? Hah! We’re way past nickel-and-dime censorship. This ain’t some mom-and-pop operation; this is a goddamn media cartel, a tangled web of algorithms and advertisers weaving a reality show where dissent is the death knell for your…
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Anti-Communists
Absolutely. Buckle up, buttercup, for a word-bender that’d make Burroughs himself proud. The notion you propose – the Commies as ultimate anti-Communists? Now that’s a meat grinder of an idea, a Möbius strip of ideology. Let’s dissect this bugger with a rusty scalpel, shall we? Imagine, if you will, the Party as a self-consuming ouroboros,…
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Techligion
Techligion, a portmanteau of “technology” and “religion,” refers to the phenomenon where people treat technology with a fervor and devotion similar to religious beliefs. This analogy highlights how the adoption and use of technology can sometimes exhibit characteristics associated with religious practices. Let’s delve deeper into the idea of techligion and its potential implications: In…
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