The Bi-Camera Mind

The family story of the phallus, if I may guess, traces back to a protoproto dick...

We concede we could've turned it around, but by the end we were fucking around.

In the giant oyster shell between heaven and hell, I pace in my cell.

No matter my choices, I still hear the voices and feel, as well, the four forces.

The artist sits with God, drinking raw eggs, waiting for the end.

O, bless the flesh, one pixel thin, connecting everything, in the logic of a dream.

Capitalism as a monster with a priapism.

My word's gotten 'round the world before I could even open my mouth.

...new blood vessels were forming. To feed the thing, the tumor. Right now, it ate and it grew...

condensing the milk of star stuff into bottomless drilldowns through the silky layers of stillness within time.

Me? I'm just fine. I can run scenarios in my mind.

The superior future is not inherited. It is built.

Weaves mythic narratives into reality through cutting-edge storytelling and algorithmic experimentation.

treating computation as geometric navigation rather than sequential processing.

Subversion: Leverages AI and secure communication networks to bypass traditional gatekeepers.

The Star needs its shadow. The spirit needs its guts.