expanding quiet

it’s current that controls humanity.. currency is the chase.

you seen Dex on line?

not since he was sent to digital detox.

same panic painted walls, same campy pleasure culture junkie gilt decor, floor strew with worn judgments, scraps of perceptions peppered the place, sheddings of abandoned egos laid in small heaps,  useless complaints like old chewing gum clung where they have been thrown, signature devices of technophiles all left behind, was this another sinister synthetic stream capture or leap into the multiverse?

jumped or jammed sir?

exactly sergeant.. notify methods unit..

repeating the past

calling it the future…

>mabi mabi<

>bad bad<

dude that is one fine looking like she can handle it marine, I’d ask her out if she could wear something other than that same deadly smirk, and her military t shirt.

stay back from that one she’s not military.

no?

no that’s a militant t shirt, she’s Wicked Mean and Cruel. oh…

we’re here, why?

directive reads, to identify the prison industrial complex.

please..

watch for microorganisms

tell me…

I’ve achieve wealth…

uhuh

and power…

uhuh..

but I’m never happy.

uhuh..

is uhuh what I’m paying you for?

hmm.. where exactly was happiness introduced and or expected on your material path?

huh…?

uhuh…