En-ended Topulation / The End-Game Solution / By Greg Wade
If I may enter into another greedy-ass synopsis, that of course uses the new-age insular corner programming of power vs. existence. If we could only break from amoral fetish if only for a moment (yes). Thus attempt to admonish the silly Mac-daddy-heads in the process. Ahem.
So here is a subscript for all you fellow fret-head diviners, like the gentlemen at MIT’ having once writ before. Utilising the concept of an anti-cave, a subversive derivative of environment mapping and programming, I which to engage in a co-professional arrangement in entropy of stag mire, and deliverance.
Hoping if only for the fact that this is not even more bent and stupid as an inquiry. We have used contemporised music as a caste system. And the radio and TV programming (basified-media) as a semantic weapon of ill-truth and discussion. As if to bring a conjunction between enemies for topological repose.
I guess what we are discussing really is some sort of inception of smile now and cry later, if only giving up the ghost and making it all mine. The Trendy-Ops of 888 have tended only to end all proceedings. The super-dude sport of pritch your sensors seems admonic and full of fools hate. It is just the spear of an axis, a tribune, as all steps lead from nowhere. It will end as procreatic shuddering. Eh!
I will leave you guys with one more for your tackle, If I may offer it as from my somewhat traced career as an interactivity or should I say interface designer from the mid-90’s onwards. Quote: ‘The laws of interactivity: Suck my dead cock, and blow smoke up my ass!’ Gregory Jason WADE.
PS. Got any toys for me? The go fast type of course!
