logging off is the only avant garde act left to do on the internet

Do you feel it? Magic is returning to the earth

i have never told the truth online, i dont even exist

has anyone actually ever been online?

i love logging on to play my part and sometimes i even play another's part, for who? for you? or for me? and i hope that i can be but a speckle of dust in your rearview as ilook for you on the great web of connection, im looking out for you

You call it a cult, I call it a one way ticket to meet your maker

the economy is a machine of samsara spiralling toward oblivion if the inputs are trapped in their own karma

Order me the Bloody Mary. Tell them to add: 250 mg of succinic acid, all 12 B vitamins, Chinese black bear liver bile, and a delicately ground Cordecyps powder. Blend. Extra tabasco to cover the taste. I need my ATP through the roof today

we have not gone far enough to sate the desire to gamble. imagine for instance a market to trade your pain on. nervous to ask for a raise? trade it to someone who doesn't want to go for a run. do you think the gods foresaw their inventions would arbitrage samsara one day

the edgiest thing you can do in today's society is create assets. otherwise you're just fodder for the machine.

the convergence of AR, VR, post alcohol corporate psychedelia/growing interest in meditation will soon shatter the dreamworld into our everyday reality in a similar way to how texting/email created digital telepathy

We need to be synthesizing Mexican horsetail with solar driven programming coordinates to create bioladen chips from its own internal silicon as seeds thus creating an antifragible, robust plant-chip network

phantom currencies pulsate with the blood of 1000 Kardashian replicas navigating the everlasting now: a dance of emerging network states, mass movements, crowdsourced spectacles, and institutional politico-capital control. Selfies flash. In the distance, a drone kills a baby goat

my thoughts are salmon swimming upstream in mating season

i always felt that instagram will be the next great frontier. i have purchased 10,000 bots from a server mill in shenzen. the company suggest i will be able

do you think when the universe was born it knew it would be able to enjoy such a selection of fine cheeses? i too have descended into the madness of my own mind and come out the other side. consider this: 9 months to make a child. 36 to make a gouda

Absolute returns. Risk free rate returns. No returns. Social capital. Time is money. Asset flows. Drowning in debt. Hitting it big. Getting blown the fuck out. Shareholders. Stakeholders. Delivering returns. Volatility. Transacting on the flows of information visualized, erratic

I never run out of content. I am content forever in the foothills of the city. Peace flows down from the mountains and pools in my navel. I move from platform to platform with delicate grace. Mountain goat. The content is always waiting. I am always content. Here. In these hills.

i need to go criminally insane again

consider speechwriters creating narrative of the United States and the free world. Brookings no less creative than Substack

Digital as exoteric Vision sphere. To build here with no return to the Real; the same as staying in the mountains after enlightenment.

Beef heart pâté, homemade, baguette from the small bakery down the street, torn, not cut. Unsweetened orange marmalade by the sweet aunt of a friend. She is thinking of selling it online, but right now you must go to the farmer’s market 3 towns over. Black currant cherry cordial

microdosing oranges (eating clementines)

i ran a search for you on the light web today and it said you're doing well and good things are on the horizon

I envision a world where on a late rainy evening I can walk into a diner in anytown America and my milkshake will come from grass fed guernsey cows, my grilled cheese cooked with fresh made organic sourdough. I will not rest until this vision is in front of me on my plate

It’s important to kill yourself every so often

I admit I left the cigawrette warning labels blank bc I never learned how to read

input = internal energy = emotion + conceptual meaning (verbal inputs arising to contextualize = usually bad + moving towards flow of energy moving, can’t control initial energetic uprising (emotion + thoughts) + awareness = energy flow vs attachment to set, certain meaning

neon signs, tea bars, newsstands, motorcycles rumble, gasoline wafting, a child plays outside.

Prepping for a get together with all my personalities

if i am boastful i do not apologize. ive learned more cooking two sunny side up eggs in olive oil than scholars in their ivory towers could ever hope to discern

theres something so american about a big pot of coffee and shooting up a school

Slightly steamed mushrooms. Moved over to pan. Dry fry. Add butter. Touch salt. Touch cayenne. Goat cheese in bowl. Olive oil. Cracked pepper. Mash. Pour mushrooms over. Mix. Dog whimpering. Snowfall. Daylight. Dog yelping. Barking leaving outside snowfall. Roads. Touch salt.

I've no beef with anyone. Breaking bread. new Crisis will affect Everyone in 2 weeks

The final piece of esoteric wisdom is realizing you still can’t afford a house

New masters seize power, controlling information highways. In the toll booths they chat with their subjects having traveled many miles. Tithings devalue into symbolic exchange. Tokens of pure appreciation.

societal organization mediated by trending botanical ingestion spawns reflective technology reflexively modulating human behavior into need for novel pharmaceutical developments ad nauseum tweet, but I log on and I put on my silly little browser and I sit with my back straight and I write, I write until my heart bleeds because I know youre counting on me to lay it on the line once and for all to deliver the final tweet that'll change everyth

Crypto tooled digital identity unleashes latent utopian potential possibility laden futures. Speculative gambling as grease to liftoff past stale bureaucracies. Much grifting. Better than death in war.

Open tithings untold pour out for the Gods of endless vistas, whose names will one day ring like Anubis, Lakshmi, Tlaltechutli. I enter the chapel and head to aisle 34A

Oil exploration companies are the Jeff Koons of land art

the thought, maybe i should kms, should be looked at skeptically. for starters, the self doesn’t exist. so who exactly wants to die? perhaps it is instead like an old jacket saying please wash me and give me to the goodwill, it’s springtime and i don’t think you need me anymore

A luxury brand that solves societal problems Simmering onions. A visitor is coming. Chopping carrots, merlot. I am calling the butcher.

the biggest mistake I made when I came online was holding the belief that most people are generally smart

Linguistic speech loses power abstracted into technocapital flows. Its outlet as ‘free’, a consolation prize for those who’s liquidity decisions affect no global market. Real free speech is found by giving others the ability to squabble amongst themselves, ie own the medium

At night I dream I am a subway pole moving freely holding hands with everyone I meet. One day we will meet too

i am constantly falling for your bait because i want to lay on a bed of greens with a side of potato au gratin. is this making sense to you. i want to be in a bed of greens with you my lover catch me with your loving arms sautée me gently and i will be yours evermore

he would post a videos of cute bugs but then say things like Unilever is an old god who harnesses the qi of the populace through hyperstitional portals that grasp you through that financial-advertisement complex

Human intelligence is embodied, new tech gets integrated into the bodily-sensory field. No other intelligence outside the human must explicitly be embodied. Real/false distinctions inherently self-centered.

Capitalism haters not realizing discourse can be used as a Trojan horse and learning finance and how to organize capital to achieve their aims instead of just complaining about being ransacked by Microsoft Office barbarians is embarrassing tbh

They tried to shut down me down for being too slender, chiseled jawline

bedtime cambozola is the gentleman's psychedelic

D2C pill mills have turned single millennial women who would never have “bought pot” in high school into legal cartel employees dressed in the latest from Zara and Shopbop

We need to elevate pappachaga and then kill him