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Last Sermon of the Managerial God.

Every messiah has to die. I watched a new managerial god fly in, and while the wrapped coupe was cooling in the basement, he gathered the middle-management saints, who in turn assembled the sinners. Together, they would transform stale tickets…

The Pain Doesn’t Vanish: The Ghost at 2AM.

The pain doesn’t simply go away. Samantha did leave. After the loss of her child, she relocated to paradise. Beaches, sun, and waves. But she returned a few years later, and settled back into the city. “There are people committing…

The Fracture of Your Disconnection: Bobblehead Sermons.

The bobblehed speaks. “Capitalism sucks.” Watch the bobblehead on TikTok. Big head taking up all the screen-space. Profound revelation. Divine epiphany. Lips flapping he’s weaving through others on the street. Selfie stick extended. He stays in the frame. Miraculously. “This…

Who Listens?

A satellite dish. Hidden behind walls in need of paint. We built machines to connect. Promised ourselves we’d never feel alone again. Now? We’re more alone than ever. Endless broadcasts, podcasts, shows, and feeds. But who are you talking to,…

Eighteen Till You Die…

“Eighteen.” Vincent Furnier, aka Alice Cooper, was 23 when that song hit big in late 1970. It captures that messy threshold: no longer a kid, not yet a grown-up. The singer drifts between worlds, unsure who he is, unsure where…

The Silent Machine Room Prayer

I really just wanted a coffee that Friday evening, not a sermon. The sign read, “All welcome,” so I assumed I was part of “all” and entered. A conscript’s first three-day pass is sacred. That seemingly trivial reward marked the…

Despondency: Language as Leverage in the Sludge.

Despondency is that shit feeling that resides in a post-apocalyptic crud-hole between hopelessness and apathy. As an emotion, it’s legit, and it’s a signal, but it’s a faint signal that can lead to horrible stuff if left unchecked. Rage, ironically,…

The Language of Getting Sent to the Meat Grinder

The language of conscription is glossed over with words like duty, service, honor, and sacrifice, but beneath the shine, it stinks of rotten bureaucracy, drafting people into the meat grinder. Politicians say, “the nation calls,” but never admit to coercion.…