Random Awesomeness

from lord of the slumsto casinos and banksthe he who would be kingnow controls all the tanks you thought he was crazybefore the court adjournedbut you ain’t seen nothin’he’s got money to burn money to burnmoney to burnyou ain’t seen nothin’now he’s got money to burn the man who controlsthe executive chiefactuarial guruan algorithmic thief [...]

in the before timewhen tv nationwasthe people when its final demisecould only be seenin richly colorfulorganic marketsand vibrantmulticultural spaces the emergent empiresuddenly belched fortha foul-smelling massthat was the hewho would eventually be the mad king as expected by his makersthis nascent demagogueimmediately began his campaignof consumption and criminality and soon all was readyto enter the [...]

forty-somethingswith nothing to donow that all their stupid dogshave caught the proverbial car it’s not their faultreallyuncle joe has been slipping for awhileas the former long-format kingnow reduced to the lazy-thinkingfull-on sycophant suck-upto the real moneyhe always wanted to be how boring this new worldof constant click-bait clip warswaged by the next-gen generalsus old farts [...]

just stirsome entitled white menlazy thinkingclever lies and greed it’s a surprisingly simple recipefor this sickeningly slick pâtisseriethat our churning commercial stomachsadly seems to need with a bunch of baked in hatethat sharpens the tonguedulls the mindand blackens the soul then cook copious quantitiesof dark and dubious crypto currenciesand press the whole fucked up messinto [...]

take a whiffyou can smell itover that horizontherelike burning carstossing future dreamsto the devil see the rubbish redin the distant hazehow the sun struggles throughwhere once the birdsleft their sacred landsnow nothing more to viewbut tinder give a shityou might just matterin a moment of clarityone conversationor idle chattercould be the very thingto tip those [...]

a wise one saidinside my headthat anger never servesit tends to bendjustice’s endsin ways that only wreck the nerves “you’ll not see any victory”my psyche’s sage did then declare“twill bring but pain and miseryallowing rage the captain’s chair” but pled i knewthat devil’s duewas flippant more than facile“am i not rightto stand and fightas dignity [...]

in the awkward silencecommon before any big showthe last of the would-be playerstwaddleand fiddle aboutapparently ready to capitalizeupon their slightest advantage beady little eyesdart this wayand thatas the they swear fealtyto the hewho would be king dutifully grasping their burgersand cokewhile perfecting a taught tensionbetween his harshest judgmentand feigned consent brutally awareof their assumedsubjugated station [...]

everybody knewthe thing was dying barely consciousit fumbled and flailedsquirminglike an earth wormon a wet sidewalkits head crushedby the curious crueltyof children thing isit had been this wayfor decadesand everybody knew after building a nationof unprecedentedand unique powerunmatched in its potentialthe thingthat tv thingwas doomed from the start for the rotwas baked inlike rats in [...]