ย ย An intricately paneled, navy blue & cream colored futuristic crewneck made using reworked Lululemon sweaters.
ย ย An omen of the spacefaring, Bitcoin mining, drone killing, AI worshipping, indentured servitude-ing future on our horizon. May the faces on Mt. Rushmore be scrubbed from our landscape and replaced with the chrome faces of our new gods: Musk, Thiel, Altman, Bezos (and maybe Zuck, but only if theres room at the end). May our history be scrubbed from our textbooks & the very concept of textbooks be scrubbed from our memories, perhaps we'll even jettison the ability to have memores and replace it all with an immediate present where notions of a "past" & a "future" areย decidedly burdensome & irrelevant reminders of a time before our dopamine receptors were plugged directly into the AI-pleasure-sphere powered, of course, with a bazillion Nvidia GPUs (even China can have some, like 2 or 3, maybe). May sand cover the Earth, rendering extinct every living creature, may the oceans turn to sludge as black as the night sky, may the sun supernova, devouring this wretched rock in a century long firestorm, a 300000โฐC inferno of swirling plasma & flame, until the last thing I see is the gaunt & pale face of my simulated AI girlfriend before being sucked in to the burgeoning black hole pulsating where our glorious sun once spun, sending us all to the depths of oblivion before I give up even a single pixel of my digital utopia.
