(1) Life In Wartime-The Talking Heads
It was the year 2025 and the peasants were openly revolting against Kontrol. Social atrocity had become too commonplace to differentiate as anything other than an overwhelming input flow of media/data. Much easier now to exploit the plight of the general population Now for the profiteering addiction of those in Power&Kontrol.
Provide the public with a perfectly good Dystopia and yet there is an element of dissent. It seems the State can't please everyone. We do try to insure the happiness of the masses. No expense is spared. Hah..
(Vile oscillations spirits of unadulterated evil masquerade as selfless public servants
irony on trial.)
Personal information and communication devices turned onto.status telemetry modules/State run classification farms. The Bureau of Sentient Tech requires immediate compliance. Liquidation in varied forms available at the company's discretion.
Dominion AI Corps digitally cross grid global socio parameters.
Flag False
Flag False
Trust US
Trust US
The Corps will provide as much diversion as the PTB (Powers That Be) deem necessary for any given prospectus.
]Monopoly pyramids presume to circumscibe spirit
Attempt to program each iota of created energy and entity
Inescapable prison bars and brands very real. eerie gray shabby dystopia,
Both of and not of this world]
barcodes
numerals
barcodes
numerals
program
progamming
programmers
programming
the feast
the famine food
feed the herd simple trays of compacted food
stuff
things
stuff with
things . . .
numerals
barcodes
things . . ===
In an earlier more hopeful era of The Nation for a relatively brief moment many believed that individual freedom of choice was a native right constituted in the very foundation of this new political experiment. By 2025 the calibrations of mass production had evolved into a cybernetic electronic hive of mass information collectivism along with some selective population reorganization which often included tactical zones of enforcement resulting in strategic depopulation of certain target demographics. Replacement citizens although occasionally problematic were in ready supply for purposes of the Kontrol klass and therefore no problem. Mere available units with translatable potential for more Power and Money. The answer never having anything to do with life's vital question. Now and then existence only to exploit the quantum resource of misused humanity.
know where is what
know who is who
make all the plans
transfer all funds
recreate with destruktion of what was
leave the losers with nothing
take whatever is of value
destroy the rest
Kontrol the Word
Kontrol the World
We are in Charge
We are Kontrol
We are Kontrol
(It's for your own good)
Tah Tah now
Welcome to the old brand new synthesize vat. All will be one, one will lose all.
Only members of The Party surveiled to be in good standing are to receive the semi-autonomy Stamp. We are here to conceal The Plan, remake Time, control the Clock.
We run The Show. We are Kontrol.
Anyone daring to raise a head above the medium line of servile compliance to the digitally omniscient World State was to be reclassified from Citizen Type 1 to Citizen Zero.
[a few lines of c o d e s] it's just a trick friends.
(Time to scrub clean the board. A few casualties may be, uh, erased so to speak.
Citizen Zeros were to be hunted down and dispatched accordingly(clinical spikes unholy vessels of some dark sign commission wielded by nurse recruits soldiers of conscripted medical armies) as agents of cognitive dissonance emoted counter to implicit State Purpose insidiously overtly opaque. I00. Get your card stamped carry this with you at all times. One must provide proof positive of 'safe' status in order to access the most basic services of civil existence. 'What are we, savages'?
Codes for sale valued citizens.
The Citizen Zero Dissolution Squads were code named :Dark Chapters
They ran Scan and Tag ops from a nonspecific location referred to in clandestine folders as The Paradox Precinct. Persons spirited away to this shadowy place returned to their cities or villages of origin radically changed/transformed. Many never came back at all, their fate stamped with dark question marks.
2.
The Marquis du Poxis awoke without having gathered much insight during the brief sleep cycle the current conditions of 'civil'isation allowed. [fragment from a classic Talking Heads song jangling brainwave pattern] Perhaps there is no winning this war every battle is like a breath of descent into an infernal bureau. Statistics become idols worshipped in numb bliss for the power to inflict elimination of identity to transmute organic breath into airless number. Ergo Zero Citizen.
"Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
I know that that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
I don't know what I look like
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive"(1)
The unfortunate Formulae of Arcane Numerals having been recently injected into the corpus of the masses with unadvertised metamorphsis of physical status from relatively viable into biologically inoperative occurring as an 'unplanned' result. This synopsis rather depended upon which side of The Paradox one resided.
Du Poxis often presented as a social construct,(a useful camouflage for off the radar initiatives, hide in plain sight and what not). The apparatus of The State was by it's very nature tuned towards accepting the outrageously unacceptable while categorizing the traditional as abhorrent in essence and subject to all levels of prosecution,
...Even though there may often be more than one side to it's all the same really...
Miles away across the corrupt rind of The Interzone territory/miles of decaying Doppler dominoes spreading like rusty gray corrugated daytime nightmare scenario/ Agent Murkison extracts an old school paper folder labeled #Marquis File from a standard issue agency desk drawer. He appears intent. )To be 'in to it' is not the same as to intuit the metaphysical implications of an initiative Agent Murkison.)
Recent non-state authorized activities conducted by The Marquis subvervise counter soldiers are in need of being addressed and corrected by very stern actions on the part of Correction Bureau. Agent Blanco Murkison leads such erradication initiatives.
'Du Poxis has this far managed to elude the clinically corrective measures provided by the enforcement branch of Dark Chapters.' What is the secret, wherein lies the key to this disallowable resistor's negation?'
No matter, we have tools at our disposal Mr. Marquis. An inexorable electronic erosion of illusory media data shall prove quite effective in settling accounts.
But wait. Could it be? Is it at all possible that The Marquis has Acute Code Switching Syndrome?
Films roll backward years appear, flickering ghost like upon night time screens.
Morning becomes night, the night is here to stay. Everyone is in the dark. No one has any idea at all.
Someone sits quietly inside a dimly lit room composing random files of thought, typing up trifling eulogies. The air ambience a subliminal insectile buzz of ocean background sounds.
Shadow creatures moving about the fringes of perception. What faces they wear. Such extravagant exaggerations of movement and image.
Murkison switches back and forth within and without context.
The Marquis is a serious creature with a deadly whimsical nature.
They each create date stickers to chronicle the expiration of Time.
One is bent on upholding the archaic Law of Semblance.
The Other compulsively seeks to invert Numbers spit out by Dark Chapter Theoreticians of The World Imprisonment Institute. Foolish fodder for the fold.
The Orwell Primer rests upon it's standardized throne of repression.
Instructing the Murkison ilk in the devising of standards and practices.
For The Marquis Faction a detailed precursor of introduction to current State Dystopia.
3.
How often switching codes unbeknownst to in and un evolved parties.
In nondescript gray buildings constantly burning under the munificient cover of powerful facades. Set with curious types of infinite windowpanes behind which information is gathered in exchange for influence and wealth, the mass consolidation of all property into different sorts of hands belonging to a select few,(seemingly).
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-07-28 at 15:06
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Dark Chapters
1.It was the year 2025 and the peasants were openly revolting against Kontrol. Social atrocity had become too commonplace to differentiate as anything other than an overwhelming input flow of media/data. Much easier now to exploit the plight of the general population Now for the profiteering addiction of those in Power&Kontrol.
Provide the public with a perfectly good Dystopia and yet there is an element of dissent. It seems the State can't please everyone. We do try to insure the happiness of the masses. No expense is spared. Hah..
(Vile oscillations spirits of unadulterated evil masquerade as selfless public servants
irony on trial.)
Personal information and communication devices turned onto.status telemetry modules/State run classification farms. The Bureau of Sentient Tech requires immediate compliance. Liquidation in varied forms available at the company's discretion.
Dominion AI Corps digitally cross grid global socio parameters.
Flag False
Flag False
Trust US
Trust US
The Corps will provide as much diversion as the PTB (Powers That Be) deem necessary for any given prospectus.
]Monopoly pyramids presume to circumscibe spirit
Attempt to program each iota of created energy and entity
Inescapable prison bars and brands very real. eerie gray shabby dystopia,
Both of and not of this world]
barcodes
numerals
barcodes
numerals
program
progamming
programmers
programming
the feast
the famine food
feed the herd simple trays of compacted food
stuff
things
stuff with
things . . .
numerals
barcodes
things . . ===
In an earlier more hopeful era of The Nation for a relatively brief moment many believed that individual freedom of choice was a native right constituted in the very foundation of this new political experiment. By 2025 the calibrations of mass production had evolved into a cybernetic electronic hive of mass information collectivism along with some selective population reorganization which often included tactical zones of enforcement resulting in strategic depopulation of certain target demographics. Replacement citizens although occasionally problematic were in ready supply for purposes of the Kontrol klass and therefore no problem. Mere available units with translatable potential for more Power and Money. The answer never having anything to do with life's vital question. Now and then existence only to exploit the quantum resource of misused humanity.
know where is what
know who is who
make all the plans
transfer all funds
recreate with destruktion of what was
leave the losers with nothing
take whatever is of value
destroy the rest
Kontrol the Word
Kontrol the World
We are in Charge
We are Kontrol
We are Kontrol
(It's for your own good)
Tah Tah now
Welcome to the old brand new synthesize vat. All will be one, one will lose all.
Only members of The Party surveiled to be in good standing are to receive the semi-autonomy Stamp. We are here to conceal The Plan, remake Time, control the Clock.
We run The Show. We are Kontrol.
Anyone daring to raise a head above the medium line of servile compliance to the digitally omniscient World State was to be reclassified from Citizen Type 1 to Citizen Zero.
[a few lines of c o d e s] it's just a trick friends.
(Time to scrub clean the board. A few casualties may be, uh, erased so to speak.
Citizen Zeros were to be hunted down and dispatched accordingly(clinical spikes unholy vessels of some dark sign commission wielded by nurse recruits soldiers of conscripted medical armies) as agents of cognitive dissonance emoted counter to implicit State Purpose insidiously overtly opaque. I00. Get your card stamped carry this with you at all times. One must provide proof positive of 'safe' status in order to access the most basic services of civil existence. 'What are we, savages'?
Codes for sale valued citizens.
The Citizen Zero Dissolution Squads were code named :Dark Chapters
They ran Scan and Tag ops from a nonspecific location referred to in clandestine folders as The Paradox Precinct. Persons spirited away to this shadowy place returned to their cities or villages of origin radically changed/transformed. Many never came back at all, their fate stamped with dark question marks.
2.
The Marquis du Poxis awoke without having gathered much insight during the brief sleep cycle the current conditions of 'civil'isation allowed. [fragment from a classic Talking Heads song jangling brainwave pattern] Perhaps there is no winning this war every battle is like a breath of descent into an infernal bureau. Statistics become idols worshipped in numb bliss for the power to inflict elimination of identity to transmute organic breath into airless number. Ergo Zero Citizen.
"Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
I know that that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
I don't know what I look like
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive"(1)
The unfortunate Formulae of Arcane Numerals having been recently injected into the corpus of the masses with unadvertised metamorphsis of physical status from relatively viable into biologically inoperative occurring as an 'unplanned' result. This synopsis rather depended upon which side of The Paradox one resided.
Du Poxis often presented as a social construct,(a useful camouflage for off the radar initiatives, hide in plain sight and what not). The apparatus of The State was by it's very nature tuned towards accepting the outrageously unacceptable while categorizing the traditional as abhorrent in essence and subject to all levels of prosecution,
...Even though there may often be more than one side to it's all the same really...
Miles away across the corrupt rind of The Interzone territory/miles of decaying Doppler dominoes spreading like rusty gray corrugated daytime nightmare scenario/ Agent Murkison extracts an old school paper folder labeled #Marquis File from a standard issue agency desk drawer. He appears intent. )To be 'in to it' is not the same as to intuit the metaphysical implications of an initiative Agent Murkison.)
Recent non-state authorized activities conducted by The Marquis subvervise counter soldiers are in need of being addressed and corrected by very stern actions on the part of Correction Bureau. Agent Blanco Murkison leads such erradication initiatives.
'Du Poxis has this far managed to elude the clinically corrective measures provided by the enforcement branch of Dark Chapters.' What is the secret, wherein lies the key to this disallowable resistor's negation?'
No matter, we have tools at our disposal Mr. Marquis. An inexorable electronic erosion of illusory media data shall prove quite effective in settling accounts.
But wait. Could it be? Is it at all possible that The Marquis has Acute Code Switching Syndrome?
Films roll backward years appear, flickering ghost like upon night time screens.
Morning becomes night, the night is here to stay. Everyone is in the dark. No one has any idea at all.
Someone sits quietly inside a dimly lit room composing random files of thought, typing up trifling eulogies. The air ambience a subliminal insectile buzz of ocean background sounds.
Shadow creatures moving about the fringes of perception. What faces they wear. Such extravagant exaggerations of movement and image.
Murkison switches back and forth within and without context.
The Marquis is a serious creature with a deadly whimsical nature.
They each create date stickers to chronicle the expiration of Time.
One is bent on upholding the archaic Law of Semblance.
The Other compulsively seeks to invert Numbers spit out by Dark Chapter Theoreticians of The World Imprisonment Institute. Foolish fodder for the fold.
The Orwell Primer rests upon it's standardized throne of repression.
Instructing the Murkison ilk in the devising of standards and practices.
For The Marquis Faction a detailed precursor of introduction to current State Dystopia.
3.
How often switching codes unbeknownst to in and un evolved parties.
In nondescript gray buildings constantly burning under the munificient cover of powerful facades. Set with curious types of infinite windowpanes behind which information is gathered in exchange for influence and wealth, the mass consolidation of all property into different sorts of hands belonging to a select few,(seemingly).
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 93 times
Written on 2025-07-28 at 15:06
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