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PRRMB!
is the sound my artworks make every time I push too far the limits of
is the sound my artworks make every time I push too far the limits of
Seizing the day is not about waiting for alien orders that forcibly compartmentalise your time, based on other people’s inrerests.
Seizing the day is about setting your own perspective on things, just in order to be able to create your own agenda and to defend it with an heroic
tossed against anything and anyone attempting to subjugate that personal order, built upon your own interests.
Days are not meant for producing, but to be exploited on your own terms – for, sometimes, days are there just to be enjoyed.
Cancel everything you have to do.
Don’t forget what I’ve just told you.
Cunts. Sods. Clots. Twats. Cretins. Suckers. Pricks. Assholes. Motherfuckers. Hypocrites.
Goods for nothing – that is, literally, what you produce.
I hope that you all end up rotting in a prison cell.
Or drowned in the crocs’ pool at the zoo.
An infinite doom scrolling expanding through the hours – from 11pm to the wee hours of the morning – with which you fill a personal void and that denotes the intensity of an endless insomnia in which you are hopelessly waiting for – at times, fearing – something to happen.
Pop counterculture has often said that you have to kill your idols.
How wrong they are: your idols (artists, actors, poets, musicians, writers, dancers…) have given you a brave new world in exchange for nothing but applause, an alm, a shag.
We should instead remove the coercitive figure keeping us away from that world of personal freedom.
Guess who I’m talking about?
If labouring is a biblical curse, I don’t understand why, being an atheist, I should work.
Money for rope, money for dope.
Free money for all!
Aggressive executives disguised as punks who are sociopaths disguised as visionary executives who hold themselves as Humankind’s saving heroes.
Open AI is nothing else than the umpteenth iteration of the “move fast, break stuff” model: to generate wealth from an unchecked extraction of data, taken from users, SMEs and companies who are being robbed in their very faces – in spite of being protected by regulations and intellectual property laws.
We are trapped inside a 404 Error lying at the core of the fabric that weaves our reality.
Don’t follow me, I’m lost.
