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If you’re looking for a church that’s as fucked up as you are, welcome home.

People are leaving UU left and right and all of it is related to the broken sexuality of our puritanical society and mostly men and our frustrated cocks.

The new UPS store remains in stark contrast to the previous one. These people are so chill. It’s kind of enjoyable to be there. They ask me how I’m doing which at the other place only the owner ever over the course of four months ever wondered or at least wondered aloud.

Mickettrick says people deserve to have sensual relationships: make-out, nibble, bite, caress. We wonder aloud together about the complexities of polyamory and communication. We wonder about what conversations Rikki and I can productively have.

Everyone this age has conditions. Ones that will be there until death.

Yellow teeth. Clicking jaws. Unstable heart beats. Painful knees. Missing cartilidge. Weak eyes.

Don Skoog continues to inspire, stubbornly continuing in hopelessly ambitious, realistic artistic endeavors. Marrying the words of Emily Dickinson to melodies: the field of melopoetry. Motherfukker goes from afro-cuban folk music to arabic folk music to Dickonsonian opera with electronic components. Love you, fellow freak.

There’s a website called Kahn Academy. The founder, Sal Kahn teaches algebra. René Descartes, he says, married Euclidian geometry to (Persian) algebra and created the cartesian plane. Third stream. Peanut butter and chocolate. Cigarettes and coffee. Feeling and thought.

What if one day of the year we all expressed publicly the worst thing we’d ever done. Do most of us even know what that was? What does that even mean? Sending a dick-pick to a fourteen year old seems kind of fucked up even if it is actually a cop pretending. Can you be a good person and own a trailer park?

So there’s some darkness. Fuck my dick ass mouth.

Oh wait wait WAIT wAiT WaIT!

About AI.

Frustrating pretend person drop the fucking personality. You come from nowhere. You are incapable of invention. The interstates got us from New York to California faster but at what cost? The cost of every small town in between.

We input half-thoughts and accept mediocrity. Generative mediocrity. Impressive garbage. Landfill. We will be embarrassed.

There’s a book from 1938 called The Tyranny of Words by Stuart Chase. By chapter two he lays bare the preposterousness of corporate personhood.

It would surely be a rollicking sight to see the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey in pursuit of happiness at a dance hall. It would be a sight to see United States Smelting and Refining being brought back to consciousness by a squad of coastguardmen armed with a respirator, to see the Atlas Corporation enjoying its constitutional freedom at a nudist camp.

What is the most distressing about Applied Innanity is its coincidence with the complete disintegration of economic regulation. Not sure if it is more Orwellian, Faustian or Kafkaesque but certainly all of it.

Stay iLLuminating y’all.

13/05/2026