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OneManBrand
is the product of a carefully balanced blend of Thc, paranoia and existential
angst, brewed to the highest quality in a Calcium encased biological construct,
developed over thousands of years of laboratory tested genetic manipulation,
delivered via a sophisticated Psychotropic Pineal configuration, and hardwired
to the latest in cognitive wet ware technology.
Lucifer is an advertising
executive. Branding used to be a
bad thing if I'm not mistaken. Cattle and Slaves. The herd is marking
itself before someone else does it for them. Tattooed individuality from
a wide selection of templates. Pay-per-identity clothing has enabled us
to look, feel, and act the same and feel good about it. To be marked is
to be cursed, so I'm preempting
fate, I'm double hexing it, I double double hexing it.
Am I alive?
Punch me, if I am awake. Sure it hurts, continuity is self-torture. I
was a child prodigy until I realised that what I'd signed up for in the
brochure was what you people call 'fiction'. I am waiting for a place
in China around 250 to 500 years from now. Star Trek will be a religion,
I will travel the stars without being dead. Phew.
What the F**k!
The Wheel, the combustion engine, the internet, bio hardware, chemical
realities, non-corporeal existence. Everything has an order....
What does it all mean?
Very little as I can tell, the 90% that runs the show spurts all sorts
of reasons, good and bad. Take your pick, language is a virus, meaning
is more like a cruel joke the powers-that-be tagged on the end
as an afterthought.
Why should I listen?
What you should do is produce, and I don't mean plastic, or figures, or
babies. Consumption is consumption, it will eat you up. If 1MB
turns over one cold stone in your deepest recesses, then it was worth
it. If you can create anything in that sole universe you're traveling
around in right now you can use it as a sign post... and send me a postcard.
I don't get it?
You never will.
I do get it!
Give it back and get your own.
Conclusion?
We were at the peak and now we're at the brink. Lie low,
listen to some music, and don't start fretting about purgatory, this
is purgatory.
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