<subliminal message> Grow killer infomediaries </subliminal message>

391 Theme by Lilith

Engineering viral mindshare; we rape the future and sell it to the past for a profit.

We're so bad, we're good. We've come to do no good.

Monetize strategic eyeballs and trippy tongue trips; our words protest your lips.

Memes captured, tortured for our own amusement; released back into the blithering penguin in uptight librarians.

Ram

Jam

Cram

A crescendo of cacophonous silence.

"391 is fundamentally dead," says Babel; however, according to Lilith, it is not so much that 391 is fundamentally dead, but rather the failure, and some would say the paradigm, of words.

We're faced with a choice: either accept structuralist textual theory or conclude that the goal of the poet is deconstruction.

Con-struct

De-con-struct

In-fuck-structure

Seamless and beamless

Truth of words are hidden in the value of nothingness.

Engineering viral mindshare; we rape the future and sell it to the past for a profit.

We're so bad, we're good. We've come to do no good.

YEE-YEE-End