<subliminal message> Grow killer infomediaries </subliminal message>
391 Theme by Lilith
Engineering viral mindshare; we rape the future and sell it to the past for a profit.
We’re so bad, we’re good. We’ve come to do no good.
Monetize strategic eyeballs and trippy tongue trips; our words protest your lips.
Memes captured, tortured for our own amusement; released back into the blithering penguin in uptight
librarians.
Ram
Jam
Cram
A crescendo of cacophonous silence.
“391 is fundamentally dead,” says babel; however, according to Lilith, it is not so much that 391 is fundamentally dead, but rather the failure, and some would say the paradigm, of words.
We’re faced with a choice: either accept structuralist textual theory or conclude that the goal of the poet is deconstruction.
Con-struct
De-con-struct
In-fuck-structure
Seamless and beamless
Truth of words are hidden in the value of nothingness.
Engineering viral mindshare; we rape the future and sell it to the past for a profit.
We’re so bad, we’re good. We’ve come to do no good.
YEE-YEE-End
