J.E. Jackson

a woman is covering her face with her hands while screaming in a crowd of people . ALT: a woman is covering her face with her hands while screaming in a crowd of people .

Kendrick : Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably
#kendrick #kendricklamar #drake #nfl #nflsky #SuperBowl #halftime

Crowd: A MINOR ‼️

That was SO good. Chef's kiss pettiness. ✨🤌🏻 And the message was loud and clear.

Yo, at this point, you call him Saint Luigi now.
Make prayer beads I'll buy em.

Can you imagine a vicious sea otter?

Remember to Lib responsibly, folks.

Just a friendly reminder that South Korea overthrew their government when they threatened Martial Law. Just because it's declared doesn't mean you have to go back inside and hide.

Be more "anti-bad human that tells AI to do bad things" vs Anti-AI, please. The future literally depends on it.
You might be fine relinquishing it to the oligarchy so as not to taint your flimsy moral shield, but I'm not.

The funny thing about echo-chambers is that once you hear the same shit it all sounds the same. A dull roar.

Even A.I. looking at us like, tf??? 😂

RIGHT?! They just want guaranteed votes at this point. But look where voting got us; a rigged election, with ZERO parameters set to avoid all of this.

I FEEL LIKE THE WAITER GRATING THE CHEESE WAITING FOR YOU TO SAY WHEN

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

Get the milk. Let's go.

In Gamer Speak, we would describe recent events as such: We're waiting for the final boss to hit enrage to finally activate our limit break, and the DoTs aren't hitting as effectively as we hoped.

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We could be Serbia right now but you playin'.

It's a beautiful place, what can I say.

While you continue to push the agenda like a filthy mop and calling it "informing the public", I'm going to write the book that forces you to gaze into the corruption we've nurtured to fruition.

You're not ready, so I won't bother asking.

The Bomb and the Bastion is currently in progress

A heck of a lot of trauma, rounding up the homeless and oppressed to form a movement, and becoming the accelerationist force this world is clearly asking for.

It's time to lay a heavy hand on the door. You don't want to admit that this turmoil is happening because we allowed it to.

The events I find myself surrounded by have only forced my hand. I can't quiet my villain from telling his story anymore.

How exactly does an alt-right equivalent of a luddite find himself working with the highest ranking officers and general of the U.S. military? Well...

From Thirteen Chapters back to Chapter One. I've completed what I could of The Robot in the Garden, and it's still a few chapters behind being complete.

That's why I'm putting it away and setting it aside for now.

Let me explain.

All aboard the fastest train to Hell. 🚄 Thane's story has been growing inside of me for years. It's time to give it the birth it deserves. ✒️

Welp. *Cracks neck* Time to exchange the plot of sympathy with the plot of rage and rebellion.

I'll see you soon, Virgil. Thane's come to play.

No time like the present, eh?

Time is an Eldritch terror.

An omnipotence that has no need for us to continue it's ticking pulse.

It has no need to hold concern in how we manipulate, bend, or abstract its will.

Time, my friends, remains to be the maw of possibility.

From which we walk in, and never think to walk back out.

Apollo's stallions race across the atmosphere. Blanketing the sky with stardust.

The eyelids of children close like hushed curtains.

The madmen rear their heads and shake their fist at the clocks crushed beneath bitter heels of heavy boots.

Yet time persists onward. Immortal, and abused.

The timestamp is always 0:00:00, a beginning or end we owe to ourselves and others.

A new second for every minute, a minute out of every hour.

We are victims, bishops, and babes of a god that precedes God.

The sun tells the same story.

The moon whispers in parallels with each phase.

Not the pleading man on his deathbed, nor the woman waiting one last night for a late lover.

Not the excited child too impatient for tomorrow, nor the creatures that wake upon shadows fall.

Time longs for those of us who see it fair and true.

Immortalizing our faith like so many dead deities.