Choose Your Poison


I could have sworn that rag went out of existence. Next thing, you’ll be telling me Bob Dylan is still alive.


From the long ago days when ‘Occlusio-Cortex’ was just a nickname for mouthy androgynes who talked about a future they couldn’t see from a present they didn’t understand. And even (s)he isn’t as old yet as the two addled greybeards in the lead for President of the Left after the girls break all the crockery. Get ready for a paradise that smells like used Depends. Very used.


Unless you really did see the future way (way) back when and just decided to play along with a joke nobody else was getting.

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