what do you do all day? all night?
nothing.
you don’t read?
no. i pretend to
— anaïs nin
i. politics is not a granad(a) and whipped cream is not vegan.
ii. social war is not an excuse for whitefold indulgence.
iii. orgiastic asphyxiation cannot be poured out of a teacup of jameson.
iv. the grammar of militancy still does not allow for brand names and punkredentials.
v. plastic begets plastic. we support territorial pissing on antiquity now that the walled city has been breached.
vi. we’re tired of consuming flavored marxisms. tomorrow we return to selling condoms in san juan.
vii. mask up, motherfuckers. we can hear the kino sirens approaching.
