by Shaun Grub
Opened my Substack and saw I was following Roger Waters. I like it's simple threadlike, elegant subdirectory minimalist design. So I think I'll begin spiraling down the rabbit hole there. I began a note on one of my blogs that I intend to copy paste into Substack. The idea remains or should I say the question begs to be asked, will my Substack have any premidated order or design, limitations imposted etc., and the answer is a resounding yes, this must be constructed with premeditated thought.
So my first one is sort of an impromptu, introductory preamble I already began working on, tracing the history of my involvement with reading and writing. I'm still on X despite all my liberal antifa peers cancelling, deleting, deactivating, or whatever they're really doing lies beyond anyone's guess when you get right down to it (and I do). As we must. Really, I'm tired of knowing we live in a world where it seems there's no one to trust. That's a gas lit fear if I ever saw one. Let's get past our mass brain washing, and get dressed. That's what people do after they wake up to reality and ready to face another day.
Look, I know exactly what I'm trying to say. But not precisely what I'm talking about. Bear with me as I bring you the latest newsworthy craze and post-glitch singularity fad. Remember its all concentrated through the latticework of viewpoints the webbing of crystal pyramid lenses focus into iconographic bullet points, just like the various gravitational displacement signatures of each respective celestial body such as the Earth. We've necessarily woven the pretexts of all the various integral myths which stem from our collective well of human knowledge.
Speaking of roger waters david gilmour brian eno nick cave thom yorke I'm impartial to them all and in fact admire all five of their music and even like to pretend they're cool dudes, by whatever metric someone reading this might want to fill in the blank with. Here at dumzine we don't pretend that it'll ever end or that it could be mended even if we pretended to want it that way, we here at dumzine are a colony of interrelating micro-extraterrestrials swarming amid the wide open infusoria hermetically sealed and contained deep within the underlayers of our skin.
We here at dumzine like to pretend all sorts of things, but we don't like to make believe we are ants because the societal structure as it exists is way too Borg-like in its dimensional execution, I do not hesitate when I state that I do not recommend this for human social systems largely due to the integral differentiation between humans and ants being on an order of altogether different species.
If the language of biological evolution as expressed through the constant perpetuation of dna flowering and blooming into all the surprising intricacy of its interwoven manifestation here on our native planet Terra under this lone young rogue red dwarf star we know almost next to nothing about, well we here at Dumzine are johnny on the spot ready to report at a moment's notice live from Salt Lake City it's lonely ol' me, DJ Thorn Grub of House Nova and the lost Flying Fox tribe, twin survivor along w/his brother Tim Grub, together who managed to escape both the long extended shadow of the reaching Balrog's tail, but ducked at the final instant to avoid the sudden garotte, stooped in stealth behind the shadow of a tree to let crucial moments marked by a rapid heartbeat go by.
Dumzine will report a mishmash of made up stuff mixed up with real true shit, because dumzine be keepin' it real, y'all. Oh yeah, and I'm sorry for the infrequency of posts here at dumzine. We will try to begin caring about that. We'd like to play some music but it's funner over here IRL. So I hope all four of our followers are doing great. Without you, this cyber aperiodical would be even dumber. You four are like the light bulbs that make this place shine. and flicker. I need to end this with a ridiculous piece of ai art.
follow the preliminary mapping of the extensive underground network of subdominion worlds crossing over from the subPrime ("The World That Could Have Been") dominion to our own Prime dominion which intersect with the continuing adventures of Professor Ferocity and his Phenomenal Five, banded together as an agency committed to solving the most perplexing and baffling cases in the history of the paranormal and strange.
Titans Foundation by Zuna Ashen remains the only blog of the Triverse to be found on the world wide web. It's location has only been known to two people known as secret agents, their identities are well protected under a hyperbolic mantle of syntherian-spun images whose complete decryption takes exactly the same amount of time for them to escape from one location to the next undetected. Stay tuned to this same rat bat channel my four devotees of dumzine. It all ties together in the end.
Follow me on Substack where I will begin the next phase of my literary evolution. Wherein I take strands of the golden age, new wave, post-Weird, cyber punk, slip stream and experimental posthuman glitch prose poetics to another level nowhere near to being beyond human comprehension, but rather training the mind to be better prepared for it as we accelerate toward its yawning series of serrated maws at an astonishing breakneck pace. Strap in and enjoy the ride because its called the technological singularity and you and me are starring in it.
