simulation signs
the signs are taped on the windows,
fancy mission script, bombshell, or thirsty.
some are just plain Times New Roman and dirty.
do not break our last glass! closed due to circumstances!
cui bono, let the smashing begin…
it is a federal express closing down the USPS.
who wants to bring it down?
who wants to take it all out and start again?
there is a man on the fleshtone spectrum
bitching about his falling city while the world is on fire.
blames the little guy, not the systems
passed down through the blood, it is wildfire.
brother on brother over a beer with a queer,
they, in a velvet tophat looking debonair,
exclaimed, ‘War takes an economic toll on tech’.
somewhere between thought and expression lies a lifetime,
strokes the intersex.
there isn't a boot big enough, not a strap strong enough,
pulling the blame and throwing fire on the flame.
licking oligarch's soot. taste the rotten capitalism.
what do the people say? what do the people want?
shake out the old Whigs. mulct the Atlas billionaires.
simulant characters jumped the shark
in the society of the spectacle. shrank the middle class.
new year same pattern. unforgiving
assassinations and pirates on vital world’s waterways.
a crook's best friend, fungible diamonds have fallen out of favour.
carbons can no longer support their crisis,
no more money laundering for ammo.
oh my god, bottoms up, it is hit, git, and split.
Houdini moves the omega point on the spirits
of the NPCs walking around as code.
the second law of infodynamics:
information entropy remains constant
or decreases over time. seamoon rising…
sand castles will all turn into fulgurites,
and return to dark matter seas on cue.
water will evaporate into the antimatter.
desert meets the sea blues in grey and pink hues.
quantum point contact, heart palpitating in constant oscillation,
emotion sickness, you got it Mrs. Postman.
securing elections, what a day,
mark of the beast, make online votes a bank transaction.
somebody is trying to hoodoo with secondcomings.
have mercy, a Mary Sue moment, safety under the blood milk moon.
love is a place at the southern end of the cascade.
the most important rule of beauty is, who cares? stasis,
complex systems will not survive the competence crisis.
