We Blew Up Consensus Reality
As the screen before my red dry eyes,
buffers I think to myself
You are like an insult-bot approaching
a passing score on the Turing test.
Trump wears false teeth
TRUMP DRINKS WATER WITH TWO HANDS
AND HAS TROUBLE BREATHING IN BIZARRE SPEECH
Reading the cyber feed, that
will make kafka cum in his pants
BITCOIN MINING GUZZLES ENERGY AND
ITS CARBON FOOTPRINT JUST KEEPS GROWING
WHY LOS ANGELES IS BURNING
WHY IS THE EAST UNDERWATER
What Happens When an Algorithm
Helps Write Science Fiction?
Welcome to 2018
We Made Dystopia a Reality.
We no longer believe in truth
We blew up consensus reality.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
Just in a year, here
Under the orange sun, and
I still have dreams of cyberia
Perhaps of days that never was,
but hope fades nightly
With every lag, every
paid line, I can’t afford
Every upload and download,
that drains away my time
Every story, content, and poem
that is still born.
The digital divide is far and wide,
The haves keep eating,
Glut, glitz and greed
The Ajit Pai of Verizon's eye
The have nots starve
Buffering, lag and access denied
The creativity of the underground
Will always survive,
Life, creativity and humanity
Always find a way
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The Man Who Stared at the Illuminati
by A. L. CregoThe idea that there are ideas that are too dangerous for people to be allowed to think of.
The collapse of consensus reality, the last ditch effort of the elite to grab a dying world, and this strange emptiness that looms over humanity.
Black Iron Prison.
by A. L. CregoI hate “we’re fucked.”
I mean, I don’t want to shame anyone who has said it, thought it, or posted it. I have too.
But as a philosophy, as a statement of belief, I hate it. Because it means you’ve given up.
We are absolutely NOT fucked.
Things are so bad. This country has taken a turn that I could never have predicted.
It is absolutely fascist, nativist, and extremist. It’s every bit as scary as it seems.
But we are not fucked.
The goal of the powers that be is simple:
Sow chaos and undermine the faith of the people in their own reality.
This is really important to think about right now.
Don't assume Trump can't win again. He absolutely can. Our best bet - better, even, than all of our protests and actions - is actually voting.
It’s so square. It’s so old-fashioned. Many of us involved with the hard-left or anarchist scene have been trained to disregard it.
Take back the House in November. Then take back the Presidency in 2020. The worst thing we could do is pretend that these are givens. I never, ever, ever thought that this piece of shit could sit in the Oval Office. I was so humbled by my error. Therefore I assume he could take it again - I know he could - unless we accept the threat as real.
When we say, “We’re fucked,” we roll over. We defeat ourselves. We do their job for them.
Don’t do that. We are NOT fucked. We are in a fight. It sucks. It’s hard.
People are suffering. The earth is suffering. It will get worse.
by A. L. CregoTake the historical view. Stop pretending that the worst of what’s happening now is what is going to always happen. This is what is happening RIGHT NOW. That’s all you know. If you think it’s going to be this way forever, read a book.
It can’t become hip to give up. It can’t become hip to say we are fucked. Look at history. People have been so much more fucked than us, and won. If you truly believe we are finished, I’m sorry, but you were the first to fall. Stick a fork in you, turn you over, you’re done. I don’t want to see you do that, if only for the selfish reason that we need you.
Do all the protests, do all the direct action, make all the phone calls, then mobilize in October and November. That’s when we can get off the ropes and start punching again. Take the long view, my sisters and brothers. Don’t let them take you out of the fight.
They're going to gut everything we care about before our eyes, one at a time.
We're going to sit on social media and comment about how awful it is. argue about it as if there are "two sides". contact our representatives. vote for the lesser of two evils. we did the best we could.
Rinse. Repeat.
I'm much better off than I was and than most Americans. But I have absolutely 0 hope for the future in any broader sense.
It's a weird feeling, coming into my own personally and professionally right on the cusp of whatever this is.
It's the moment when fragments of reality begin to “mushed together” to describe a new realm.
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I had a dream last night. I’d woken up in the future, but it was a dystopian wasteland filled with hipsters and politicians fighting in a shimmering online battleground. Undead culture warriors shambled menacingly, chattering about rigged algorithms and “the media” to a roomful of monkeys
Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine.
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
“Some winters will never melt,
Some summers will never freeze,
And some things will only be in poems”
This year's been a whole lot of WEIRD...
But The Poetic Underground,
will survive, beauty never dies, only recombines.
Eternity always turns, Infinity always burns,
and the Universe always gives birth.
Life, creativity and humanity always find a way...