The country of New England is in the midst of a corporation-controlled cultural movement and on the cusp of a violent revolution. Automation has reached an all-time peak, the gap between the poorest and the richest grows ever larger, and for some reason, the search engines don’t seem to know what...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

I'm a shut in. I'm a (CENSORED) addict. Everyday I strap myself into a VR headset and have (CENSORED) (CENSORED) until I'm totally (CENSORED). I piss crypto. I am carnally involved with spreadsheets. Except none of that is true. You see, I'm not just a great writer. I dream in torn pages, of f...

i spent a whole day preparing this as a bit and now its 3am and it isnt funny anymore, like this bit is actually painfully unfunny i even drew a cover for it and everything. but if i back out now i will literally end myself so fuck me