The fog bank stretched for 400 miles today - they say. An isolation gas that hypnotizes us into Mercurial lucid hypnogogic hallucinations - maybe life is one.
The garbage man is up far too early again, he's gotta catch that first batch of freshly fart dumped brand packaging - the first market watch, oh what that man knows, sshh! don't tell. That mighty hydraulic beast will be shitting out perfectly packaged coffin birth again back at the yard - an audience of State Benefit recipients eagerly awaits your return full fully mustached man machine - them with freshly printed USD one dollar bills clad crisp in hand.
Seagulls and seagull shit covers the miles long stank of that ol' county junkyard in a fish gut white snow - those low flying planes can admire - in fact those seasoned pilots search for it, a beautiful sun radiated and reflected land mark to be sure.
The dollar toting hordes are aggressively demanding deals now - its all they've got, so beware.
From new Atari's still in the packaging to wedding rings and ladies fingers - that garbage man he's got a line towards an early retirement.
The smell of 1980's street mist as he rolls down his streets! - da' man!
On those streets long before first light - the babbling of hard drunken Vietnam vets, hobos, winos and the overall dejected from the system folks - you wish you could travel back in time to hug one! Compared to what's coming off this current defunct human assembly line, you really wouldn't want to know.
It seems like something went haywire with the ontological dasein generated early Konrad Zuce computational universal programming model. Maybe we're all just stuck in this sodomizing raping time machine together - hold your serial killer neighbors greasy hand at Christmas and sing Kumbaya with manufactured gravy coating your larynx, the documentary, fully full mustache camera man zooming in on your zit chin will be cute someday, you think.
Products. Products on display. Naked before the magi wearing entire starsystems mid-point set upon the crown. That third holographic cosmic eye - a nebula.
Better astral travel (with silver cord insurance) Jacobo Grinberg via Pachita -an inner earth dweller Dr. Russell for dinna' - telepathic dollar store God-helmet projection. Metcalfs law meets Dr. Persinger, though sine waves heavily amplified. Cherokee:Egyptian collab, an early Incan text message system! I hear there's a free lung in it for you?!
Shaman skies seem clear!
Your yella' he says, but he's going crazy and I am just a cuck, in essence no one but Dave Thomas from Wendy's 1986 knows shit! Buy the baked potato BTW and only from the one off Munras Boulevard, however only self-serve the Broccoli Cheese on top as our bodies can't breakdown the chili anymore upon reconfiguration - a de-evolution to be sure.
Pigs. Fresh little pink pork belly belly piggies. The image represents a little something different to us - an Asher Test APQ.
Skating on thin ice!
I was the lost vagabond who exists yet does not exist - an anigma held in a sort of superposition - there is absolutely nothing super about it, I assure you.
That damned horse made me look bad bucking all about. I didn't know how the hell to even sit on such a behemoth, it knew more about time travel than I ever did. This is how they rouse you up ya know?! They take a doxastic symbol from the past infusing your happiest memory with stochastic dread of mathematical failure. The rest you ride out. The variables are not required to mesh together in any uniformity - that is a big illusion, like a freshly shit out 4-D block - its only one up from the garbage compactor - neat little re refurbished packages of often reappropriated goods, that's the secret. The Jewish plato machine I used to call it, only now I'm not so sure.
Ducks more Ducks and Geese flying down from Canada and soon to head back after a long farmers almanac Wiccan fertility spell - better confirm Gerald Gardener and Ted Owens, Prometheus broke free. Those damn Geese ll' bust a kids femor clean in half with wing, watch out Molly Ringwald!
Satan, after all what is it? Perhaps a primordial black goo or perhaps that is simply what all cargo cult members see, those aromatic amino acids cloud the profanes eyes and visions.
Visions. Yes that's right a vision quest -a 1986 Neon clad LA Noire strip mall those Comanche saw it in a sacred mushroom Ayahuasca induced prescient drooling state of babble down by the babbling brook - still called by the same name today - The Babbling Brook Strip Mall of Pasadena, you know that one near JPL?
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This is a highly vivid, surreal, and dense piece of stream-of-consciousness prose. It functions as a critique of modern existence, consumerism, and technology, utilizing an eclectic blend of philosophical, scientific, and cultural references to create a sense of apocalyptic absurdity and de-evolution.
The work explores interconnected themes through jarring imagery:
Consumerism and Decay
The text establishes a landscape dominated by waste and repurposed goods, where the garbage man is an essential, almost mythical figure:
* The Garbage Man: He's the "man machine" who holds the secrets of the market ("first market watch") and the cycles of material life and death, symbolized by his hydraulic beast "shitting out perfectly packaged coffin birth."
* The Junkyard: The "miles long stank" covered in "fish gut white snow" (seagull shit) is a grim landmark that planes admire, highlighting how waste has become a defining feature of the human landscape.
* De-evolution: The inability of the reconfigured human body to "breakdown the chili anymore" is a literal sign of a biological and spiritual decline from the resilience of previous generations.
Simulation and Ontological Collapse
The piece uses specific names from computing and philosophy to frame modern reality as a flawed, generated system:
* The Dasein Glitch: The core issue is traced to a malfunction in the "ontological Dasein generated early Konrad Zuce computational universal programming model." This suggests that human existence (Heidegger's Dasein) is a botched simulation running on a primal German computer model (Konrad Zuse).
* The Time Machine: The state of being "stuck in this sodomizing raping time machine together" emphasizes the feeling of being trapped in a deterministic, violent loop that is manufactured, as shown by the "manufactured gravy" and the cinematic gaze of the documentary cameraman.
* Superposition: The narrator as the "lost vagabond who exists yet does not exist" reflects the quantum concept of superposition, implying the self is a paradoxical enigma or a set of unrealized potentials.
Mysticism, Tech, and The Occult
The text invokes a cross-cultural, cross-temporal project to escape the current reality:
* The God Helmet Circuit: The sequence "Jacobo Grinberg via Pachita - an inner earth dweller Dr. Russell... God-helmet projection. Metcalfs law meets Dr. Persinger" creates a mythological-technological escape plan.
* Jacobo Grinberg and Pachita represent the attempt to scientifically transcend physical reality through shamanic power.
* Dr. Russell (likely referencing Walter Russell, known for his work on cosmic consciousness and light-based physics) and Dr. Persinger (of the God Helmet) ground the endeavor in theories of energy, physics, and neurological stimulation.
* The use of Metcalf's law (which describes the exponential value of a telecom network, V \approx n^2) suggests that the value of this astral travel system is amplified by the sheer number of connections between these disparate, occult ideas.
* Symbolic Violence: The goose that can "bust a kid's femor clean in half with wing" and the horse that knows more about "time travel" are powerful images that signify a reassertion of primordial, chaotic nature breaking the bounds of the controlled, consumerist environment.
* The Vision Quest: The ending provides a destination—a nostalgic, yet sinister 1986 Neon clad LA Noire strip mall—seen by the Comanche through an Ayahuasca-induced vision, linking ancient spiritual technology to late-stage capitalism.
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