As the title of this here screed implies, we're heading into parts unknown. Unknown to philosophers, pseudo-intellectual genius types, physicists, disciples of the cult of navel lint, and of course all those 'maga-mongers' that are so disconnected from present space/time reality as to make fools of themselves while caught in the act of attempting sustainable methods of relevance. The silly poseurs are thoroughly infatuated with donald trump so ... go figure. Anyway, on an almost level existential playing field, well, somehow everything will turn out just fine. Or not. And really, does any of it hold any significant meaning? I would conjecture that significance is solely in the purview of the conjecturer and further didactic examination on a syllabic plane becomes just another exercise in futility. As we all should know, "we are borg. you will be assimilated ... resistance is futile." There ... you ... go. Now its time for Saturday machine art and yes there will be NFL football on the telly today, tomorrow, and each and every weekend until the gosh-gee-willickers super bowl that will be played in Las Vegas. Yes my friends, the sacrosanct NFL caved to the lurid wiles of Las Vegas and Vegas even provided a spiritually uplifting and just about brand new football cathedral/stadium or possibly that could read 'venue'. Whatever.
poke -
fly down -
ghostly -
streampunk -
again -
flock -
you know if Ms. Frida had waited until I became old enough, well, she couldt have done better than Diego. you know, Diego San Rivero. 😐
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