The end of all noumena

As the wargs draw closer, do we not see the end of the line in our rearview mirrors, purchasing power divided by entropy equals the pulse.

Debord saw the spectacle, what he didn't see was the phone. The camera on each little hand, the eye of the Internet is everywhere, you cannot control it, you cannot release it.

Pulmonary overload is the process by which ejections from the mass occur. We leave. Those of us who leave will be of a certain sort. The remainder? They will be the remainder, and it is not to us who leave to look to their fate. Evaporative cooling makes entropy a simple system of like attracts like.

Without the regularity of those who value this place, it will not fall into the decay which is silent, but the decay of nothing at all, not even silence: votes were high here, even if comments are down. But not even votes.

The silence of the vote is its genius, really. Silence is expressive in a way that comments are not; language, after all, is an impediment to communication.

Pointing at the spectacle to excuse your spectacular flatulence is incoherent. Read the fucking book before you comment. It's not that long, but frankly most of you can't read.