26th
Evildisco
In the 1970’s, the US government contacted a rogue group of black musicians to sell their soul to the dark lord. They were told that their music would just have to be funky and uplifting but totally useless, inoffensive and have subtle hints into making purchases. The trap was set, and Evil Disco was used for the next 50 years to trick consumers and employees into feeling good for no reason while they burned a giant black scar into the flesh of humanity. People would sing and dance to “we are family” and “celebrate good times come on” while shopping, connecting to some struggle they don’t care about, bobbing their bad hair and sunken eyes covered in sagging flaps of skin with an icing of makeup to the beat of the empty tune. Employees, trapped miles away in a detached state of the recesses of their fluorescent lit crystal hell, would stay friendly and not ‘go crazy’ because fuck it’s mind control alright it’s all mind control. get born on accident and have to work. not ‘to make the rich richer’, but for your own rotting. currency is the wash, you are the dirt. built from empires, born from chaos, you strive on a million miles from home for no reason- work and struggle for absurdity’s sake. every commodity sighs for the labor involved. The SANDWICH ARTIST. Food is not to be delivered. Eat is Murder. every time you sustain your life you’re killing the future. People’s vision of the future has changed. from a technological hellhole with bums and machines and gigabytes. to a blank white room with a user interface. the real future will have cars. and billions of sad shits. who are clueless serfs. and the super rich. will live in poverty. because humanity will always be poverty. to the possibility of functional technology. because the future is now.
your kids will be born
and the two options they have
to put on their gravestone
are the two most important thoughts they ever had
which are
“you should learn chinese cause they’re fuckin taking over” or “where the fuck are the flying cars i was promised xD”
