“When all you are becomes defined as the amount of information traceable to you, what are we then? What have we become, in a world where there is no separation, no door, […]
Nota Bene #102: Dancing Limbaughs
“What they really want to see is, they want you to chop your fucking arm off, hold up your arm, wave it around spewing blood, and believe me, if you did that, […]
Daxis, pt. 1: son of the Devil
by Michael Tracey “O hateful error, melancholy’s child! Why dost thou show, to the apt thoughts of men, The things that are not?” – (Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, ib, 67) Then something strange […]
