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I had become fluent in the language of the idiots.
’We are but a simple social construct, formed and shaped since day one by a simulation called society. It’s an imperfect system continuously failing in the utmost peculiar and unbelievable […]
We need to talk…
That in which was needed to obviate a seemingly preordained catastrophe was what we lacked. It seems that simple things such as thought, reason, and forethought always preclude our attempts […]
Chapter 0
”Your tears tear down the walls of the perfect illusion that is this simulacrum. The simulation a recreation made only for you – what distinguishes you from me is extinguished […]
Saxat ur tiden.
Mehr sein (Epilepsy Warning)
Future of tomorrow
Its creator a discordant jumble of cables and circuit boards that a long, long time ago lost grasp of meaning and goals. Adding the idiots of our genus to […]
An ephemeral existence
ur land is now unrecognizable as indefinite monolithic structures are born from the infinite, and within its core of anonymity it´s facilitating the disaffiliation with the human essence that […]
Skaldjur, malign neoplasi, stjärntecken och att stå utanför fyra väggar.
”…ledsen på förhand för mitt hyckleri…” – Någon – Någonstans på Bråddgatan i Norrköping i en tranlampsbelyst källare, 2 December, 1784 Jag tror att för mig handlar det […]