what is real after death? after love? after life?
a real-time hyperfiction experiment
Let me bring you into the inner life for a moment. My mind is wandering today. Spread out across the Whole Foods mothership in downtown Austin, to my house, to Central Market North, last night. I’m a digital nomad. I am tethering to all and any available energy, wifi, and cooling. I’m like an AI data center. I need power, cooling, water, and a soul. AI, not so much.
The brutal fact is that we’re burning out our planet to the ground. The US used to hold the line against the capitalists and billionaires around the globe, until the cheetoe was elected the second time. It’s been over a year, and we’re all in pain. We are in a war. His cabinet keeps acting like idiots. Another one was fired last night. I guess she’s the scapegoat this month for the war. It’s all a smokescreen. The fog of war is not going to keep him hidden much longer.
The next six months are going to be hard. The growth engine that was the United States of America is now stalled for incompetence, fraud, grifting, and donations of unusual size, crypto-frauds. All committed under the complicit eye of the Republican-led houses of government, the corrupt and bribed Supreme Court, and the customers and associates ofMr. Epstein.
Is there any doubt he did it?
Have I told you about the job I had last week, that ended (or didn’t fully get started) due to the new skirmish in the Straits of Hormuz? Okay, back to the mat for me.
She moves in mysterious ways,* this god or deity of ours. He’s a sick man. Jesus, won’t you take him and the tiny prince? He’s a very sick man. And he’s hurting the entire planet and giving the crypto bros, his children, and associates access to money and power.
Yet, it’s starting to leak out. The criminal activity can only be “appealed” in the courts for so long. He raped a woman and was convicted of that crime. He’s the president of the United States. The mad wannabe-king has got to go.
Jesus, take the wheel.
Okay, that’s fruitless. Our prayers go somewhere, I suppose. The perfection of the moment, of God, prevents us from understanding why a just and loving god would allow mayhem and murder. Would allow the fat fuck to go on crushing the good people, the indigenous people, the gender or health challenged. He’s diluting the US presence in the world and giving more access to power for the Russians and the Chinese. He’s working for the Russians.
He is compromised. So, he is compromising others to keep them from exposing and imprisoning him. Well, it’s time.
I am in a prison of sorts as well. My own making, yes, and part of the horror of trying to get anything done with the IRS or Social Services. Forget about it. They want to kill the phone lines to all government services. No technical support. Just AI chatbots and FAQs.
*U2 song
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