"Disneyland is a perfect model of all the entangled orders of simulation. To begin with it is a play of illusions and phantasms: Pirates, the Frontier, Future World, etc. This imaginary world is supposed to be what makes the operation successful."
- Baudrillard
Day 9; Water, Life, Fuck!
There is a lady by the beach, with stretch marks like the waves tattooed upon her skin. The seas whisper... We come alive (this poem has been interrupted by train of thought born from too much simulacra). This body is but commodity. This scenery is Art.
Day 8; Or day 9( can't keep track).
Morning cries and the shahada, yellow buses and Footsteps counting a thousand..
Bodies of people bodies of automobiles.. puppets and puppeteers.. The wages of Labour; a chance to live another day, bearably. The wages of labour;
Day 7; Lady Aladura
Today, her legs moved beneath the drunken touch of the spirits. She danced, like a ribbon carried by the winds. She danced, like the people of the city, the ones that live within hidden corners. She danced, to songs from another world.
@dadadabababada1@tosinolaseinde Oh, this one was born today, from the anus if his mother. You stink. If you get lucky and evolve to think, maybe you can chat with me. Just maybe. 😂.