marcus the crash of planetary g-com

Do I like to have confusion?
Yes I do
Am I, am I in any danger?
Yes I am
Do I like what's happening?
Yes I do
And can I deal with it directly?
Yes I can
I take the trouble, I take the time
I get the feeling that I'm doing what's right
I may be reckless, may be a fool
But I get excited when I get confused

Have I forgotten what the question was?
Yes I have
When I
When I
When I get Konfused
— Fischerspooner
That there, that's not me
I go where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the liffey
I'm not here, this isn't happening
I'm not here
In a little while, I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here, this isn't happening
I'm not here
This is dangerous
Open up your head
Feel the shell-shock
This is dangerous
I walk the mindfields
So watch your head rock
— The Prodigy
The storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. — Haruki Murakami
You know when you've found it,
There's something I've learned
'Cause you feel it when they take it away
— Damien Rice
Eulogy, first draft: Motherfucker, Motherfucker, Motherfucker
Searching for singularity. But will they hate us?
The postmodern Internet isn't a subculture on a site, it's not a webblog, and it's not a forum. It's the survival Orwell couldn't see. It blithly disappears before the eyes of anyone who stumbles across it. It is living. It is dying. It is reborn. It is never seen. It is the ethereal within the ether. An extension of our living breathing freedom at odds with theocrats, autocrats, and all aspiring despots alike. I cannot betray it because it exists only as an fulfillment of immediate need. Hackers, Crackers, Phishers and Phreaks: escape the subculture, and disappear into the fog where liberty rebuilds.