would you give up certain faith
to get lost in the machine??
into the clandestine mechanics of
observance and servitude. And
blind forging with a typographic piano.
composing symphonies and tech manuals
to bury someplace in the archive.

omnipsuedospecialists

evading pictorial explanations,
justifying industrial machines and
gameboy controllers as proper HQ

you require variables from
invisionary data clouds
waiting for enigmatic yes and no
there is a lot to do so cable
your agenda in the viewport
and charge yourself for a
conical paradise in hell

read this and you’ll understand everything.
we were all published in a digital heaven