Their massive machines of silicone and microfine copper wire will remember it for you wholesale: every work of human art and philosophy and every comments section and Letter to Playboy in a matrix trained to speak like a parrot. Polly wanna Bitcoin? Polly wanna synthporn? Polly wanna shitstorm? Now that you’re broken to the wire All You Need Is Desire and a suitable credit score. All your other needs like eats will be dashed to your door by anxious pneumatic androids with realistic vaginas, your Taco Hell prepared by Mexicans working out their indentured servitude, all your necessary beverages uberlyfted to you by the Hall of All Spirits. Benzo the Clown is making balloon shapes to revert you to a child-like wonder at your incinerating cigarette. It’s a Fantasiatastic Future Curated Just for You. Surrender to yourself and we’ll take care of the rest.
Hello, we’re glad you made it. Welcome to the Future.
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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