the electronic zeitgeist


cables and plate steel. electronic eyes. their skin is metal casing. an infection blooms inside. cops watch me from control rooms, each glassy lens their spy. shielded and mirrored, cunning circuitry disguised. bionic chipset system. sinister, precise. sinews, veins and diodes, retinas and wires. my every keystroke’s monitored from the moment i’m online. my every blog is analysed, line by fucking line. my d.n.a.’s to be databased, labelled and defined. my children will be tracked from birth, their first moments scrutinised. genetic i.d.’s compulsory. anonymity’s a thoughtcrime. biometric is eugenic’s bro, and they want me to comply. autocracy, technology, bureaucracy and fear. this is where we’re heading; the terror grows each year. and when i’m in my seventies with dreadlocks down my back, i’ll still be shouting at the tv, and i’ll still be on the attack. but now crosslegged in the desert. and the storm is yet to arrive.


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