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This week is very strange. So many things happening. Earlier today, Image Comics announced two new comic books I’m making with them – both are coming out in 2013.
ZERO is an ongoing series that blends real-world spy narratives with super-spy fiction, but it should end up being much more…
Ales Kot: This week is very strange. So many things happening. Earlier today,…
Read more "Ales Kot: This week is very strange. So many things happening. Earlier today,…"Read moreThe orbits of the moons and planets form a fractal 4-dimensional helix in spacetime
sheer proof that we’re more insignificant than dust.
Ashes to ashes. We are all made of stardust.
The real Grim Meathook Future, the one I talked about back when I wrote that thing and the one I see now, is the future where a relatively small slice of our species lives in a sort of Edenic Eloi reality where the only problems are what we laughingly refer to as White People Problems, like being able to get four bars’ worth of 4G signal at that incredible pho joint that @ironicguy69 recommended on Twitter, or finding new ways to lifehack all the shit we own into our massive closets…while the rest of the world is reduced to maintaining our lifestyles via a complex process of economically-positioned indentured servitude and clinging with the very tips of their fingernails onto the ragged edge of our consumer leavings, like the dorky dude who shows up the first day of school with the cheap K-Mart knockoffs of the pumped-up kicks the cool kids are wearing this year. In other words, the Grim Meathook Future is the one that looks like the present, the one where nothing changes.
Joshua Ellis revisits the Grim Meathook Future (via paperbits)
grinding.be should be on everyone’s RSS feeds.
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Pair Josh Ellis’ GMF with his recent Dental Adventures in Juarez, and a compelling picture begins to emerge.
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wolvensnothere: Everything you say is a spell. Every door you open is an initiation. Every word is an invocation. Every city park is a telling tree. The sickle moon’s the only athame you’ll ever need. Every former job, former house, former life is a shed skin to be burned, a stepping stone to climb to […]
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