My Countrymen, perhaps disaster is our only hope.
Tag: USA
apocalypse “its fine its fine”
its fine its fine its going to be fine
apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
TRANSCRIPT: You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read. And I’ve found that for just about everybody, what that means is that there’s some sort of technical disconnect between kids and language. … Continue reading apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick”
At least it's not your dick.
apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
SOMEWHERE IN APRIL [2] They say there was a life before these days, A world beyond the prisms of our porch, A time before greensickness perched above Our doors, before the pasty smog of death would hourly muzzle against our windowpanes. They say these streets, these hollowed marrowed slabs, Would cinder night and day with … Continue reading apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
apocalypse “Something there is that doesn’t love a box”
Something there is that doesn’t love a box.
OPENING and ALLAH
Whichever way you turn your heads, there you’ll find ALLAH.
apocalypse Marchness
day it is anymore. I think the President might say “nigger” today. Last week, the government came together to sign a historic $2 trillion Coronavirus Stimulus Bill. Then bad shit happened and then it got worse. As of this moment, the World Health Organization is reporting infinity. What are you gonna do? Count all the … Continue reading apocalypse Marchness
apocalypse March 27, 2020
TRANSCRIPT: I don’t see how anyone could accurately express the condition of our time in rational terms. There’s just no way. No amount of language—language simply doesn’t allow for it. Language is simply incapable of expressing things that don’t make sense. Only poetry, the transcendence of language, the manipulation and mutation of words to say … Continue reading apocalypse March 27, 2020
apocalypse March 26, 2020
As of this day, the Twenty-Sixth of March, In The Year of Our Lord 2020, I have completed exactly Sixteen Consecutive Quarantined Days since disembarking from Flight NK 380 to Detroit, and it seems that I can now dismiss any immediate concerns with regard to the possibility that the little girl in pink who was … Continue reading apocalypse March 26, 2020
