"Next, David C. Porter read what he called a “deconstructed” poem, built from phrases like “aluminum distributor,” “insulator,” “concrete eye,” and “box pad protector.”" 🐐🐐🐐
case in point: there’s this little industrial band operating out of Chicago that combines electroacoustic, noise, deconstructed club, techno, footwork and ambient
blorpuseditions.bandcamp.com…
there aren't nine games that shaped me. there isn't even one. I've never been shaped by anything. I am completely blank, unformed. I was born 10 seconds ago when I started typing this post. goodbye.
in the future there will be hurricanes that descend on untouched land & leave gleaming, factory-scented cities behind them. New, empty cities free of history. If u know anyone who lives there I need a couch to crash on.