Departure from Toulouse-New-Andalousie/July 2 thousand and same shit Era of the final stage of Anthropocene.
Flight WTF666.
Enter the void.
The cube is scanning you, cutting you in small bits of a blockchain. The empire of money data information fascism, saving you on the server, downloading the fractal part of yourself.
Relocating you in this electromagnetic "Enfer de Dante".
Granted by your privilege of being a member of this so called rotten Society. You're onboard and you are wealthy, healthy, ready to take part to the big Rally.
The big Party/Desperate Carnival/ The general burning Potlatch.
How much Coltan do you weight ?
How wired are you to the net ; string attached fucked in your guts by the machine.
Master and Slave.
Janus. 2 faces on the same coin.
Tight. Bond to the vast nothingness.
Brain damaged by the search of your egomaniac self.
Shut your mouth, get down on your ass.
What is the taste of your wounded hearth ?
The trash arsh acid bowl movement of your fat overfed vomiting soul.
Smile enjoy.
This is the time you get what you paid for.
You worked on it.
This is the time you pay with your shitty life.
A 1 $ bill sticked to the humid and sad butt of patcha mamma.
You yourself. Just a part of this decadent algorithm of burnt oil and children destroyed by drones.
You are the milk of the cow you eat.
I am. We are. The Taboo.
Meanwhile a member of the gang Instagram, whole pale humanity of frozen desires is shocked to her bulb. A dead body. A stranded soul lies face into the sand of this all included fake Tunisian beach.
A migrant whatever... No I don't wanna talk about this body being a human, it's just like a peace of trash... You know the good thing is that I managed to get relocated in an other hotel without extra fees.
What is the cost of an homo sacer ?
Take gently your pills and stay quiet.
Same shit everywhere
