Welcome to The fUTuRe, where its beginning had some add-ons. Let there be light was stretched to lightning and there was thunder, a sound that obliterated noise punk from the face of the West and East.
Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the East is the Shakespearian play [Much Ado About Nothing] with Ado, Japan’s Faceless Singing Prodigy having much to do with nothing in the East being anything other than J-pop and the West is a Computer gone Dirty.
Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the present is an eradicated cliché. 1. Nietzsche is now niche 2. God is dead has qlishey-ed to God is dad (His kids absolutely detest that He has not dyed yet, dyed the Dirty back to OK with a new prog brush) 3. “u top ia” to enter utopia (An absolute qlishey) 4. Mandatory military service is extinct. Every ghost in the machine is, at a certain time, taken out and put into the shell for some shell-shock therapy 5. The devil made me do it has been cratered by a comet called Because The Internet. Welcome to The fUTuRe where warming gone global or murder of the stellar kind did not destroy ‘Computer gone Dirty.’ No, that honor belonged to a punk, a daft punk who shoved RAM into a Computer that would have been OK without.
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Welcome to The fUTuRe, where The Tourist, once a mascot for OK, has now become public enemy number one of Dirty’s corpse (Karma Police) .
Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the Homesick Alien remains subterranean for the Paranoid Android waits above-ground. Until now…