The machine alphabet the coveted Rosetta Stone of synthetic literature
the epiphany the last venture the cursed language the defamation of dust
the thick plastic epoxy fills the stencils
we make the neon signs
we make them out of nano florescents they glow along the sides of the information highway
all the while the zombies
the burnt out chemically driven clay animation second in self aware splendor
they march towards their fiery graves they are all cremated since basement scientists started
growing clones out of people's
dying bodies putting their brains inside the new bodies and torturing them until no end once they where no longer members of the nine to five necropolis once the machine code worked it's way into the network of rag and bone we erect stenciled commandments we write in DC+Y++ a language we created when we began to hijack the machine networks that took care of themselves nobody paid any attention to
I speak from the perspective of a relative of judas something god made he didnt love enough
i speak from the burnt out perspective
of one of the people of the dawning of the SinThetic Consciousness
i have been constantly stimulated my entire life constantnly and consistently finding the next big buzz contantly thrown into realistic terrifying scenarios in V.R always vibing on the chemicalals in vape sticks and the micro carbon stim chips
that...