Enshittification ain't meercat for the merely complacently trilling airs
no more. The bits are breaking off, bit by bit. How many bits in at
mouth? How many mouths in a mouth? How many mouths in a
mouth by mouthwest? The teeth, exposed bones, are tone deaf,
unless the music is the music of the ending of the world. The
end of the world is not interesting, but the gerund form is
happening happening happening. Hallucinate a new way to
gravitate, and that will becalm calculus. Becalm capital. Be
calm, capital. Calmer capitols? Redundant inaccuracy. Or,
a dangerous connotation. Or, an oxymoron in a park
on a bench covered in the milkshake that came with
those three burgers that should never have been fed
into the floppy disc drive, smeared all over the mother
board, turned into a sufficient conductor to bring power
into the cooling fan and deliver a few bucks to the system
before the system bucked off the system bucked off the system
was trucked off to an unknown location, where space and time
are continuing to do what they do wherever we are once were are.
Roman Ryan 