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they
say
mars
is
dead
but
how'd
those
rocks get to
the bottom
of the hill
they
say
mars
is
dead
but
how'd
those
rocks get to
the bottom
of the hill
I arrived on the astral plane, after a series of trials and transitional exercises. Hard to describe but I was floating in the air (with a few other (people)) and the trial kept repeating as I figured out how to transition. There was a magnetic force that kept me afloat.
“Algorithmic Sabotage” is a figure of techno-disobedience for the militancy that’s absent from technology critique...
You must let go, let it go, let it be, it is what it is, is that all there is? yes, this, that is all, this is it. You're heart. Must be blind. You must persist. Do not resist. What you resist persists. There is only one way. You must find it. The way is not self evident. This is not a maze.