Soft Hard Blows
Our bodies synchronized at the end of time
bb j like that, tell me ur my honey bee
bb j like that, tie a knot with your cherry stung tree tongue;
pop a canister of coke
spritz this sunscreen, j-like-that babayyyy!
rub it in good, that’s it, put some goopy goop on ur nose, rub it into your back so them cosma gamma UV rays from nuclear sun don’t get ya w them microscopic irradiated molecular corrosive regular parallelogram voids liquid lattice love jams on the N-dimensional surfaces of your booming atomic highway.
Bombs not boomers
It’s some particular compulsion of power to coagulate in the veins of the thin-skinned.
The point is, I’ve tried and tried and I’m tired of being an artist. I want to give everything away.
I want to commit the ultimate sin.
I want to end capitalism. Would I give my life for that goal? I’ll give you an answer at the end of a seven-lifetime tootsie pop.
The work never ends.
It’s easier to imagine the end of the world than it is to imagine the end of capitalism.
“The End Of History” has actually, really, arrived f r this time—though Time itself, it should be mentioned, may soon be ending too—
(Dean Kissick’s got a girlfriend who looks like she’s 19, but actually she’s like 21 or 22, and none of the painters are painting anymore.)
We lay here and tap on our terminals. tap tap tap . tap tap goes (tap), tap tap tap goes innovation, entrepreneurship, money, justice, shame, culture, sex, love, bagels, marriage, ethics, piety, morals, industrial scale bins, God, poems, music, painting, movies, the childhood dancer, disco, skateboarding, deli, tap goes the tiny tap dancer living in the network. tap tap.
a small woman sits at a table working a sewing machine.
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It’s a pretty good imo, idk im not a huge fan but its worth it for the money, its entertaining for sure
(7 species of bugs: extinct)
tap tap tap… tap tap tap… and then; just like that!!! Silence. Whirrrrrrr goes the fan in the Qibit Computer. Whirrrrr, Swishhhhh. No longer is a tap even necessary. The computer has lifted off and taken flight. The pilot will be maintaining operations from now on.
Silence.
Can A.I.s think?
Well, can submarines swim?
Does it matter?
It’s getting round that time, now, folks. Yup. Sure is. It’s getting near to be… “This… Is… Our… Judgement Day, y’all!1