I name the thing that sits on the gold.
Not the man.
The current that uses the man.
The hunger that learned to wear a face and a ticker and a flag.
Mammon.
You who turned bread into a ledger.
You who taught the living to count their own children as assets.
You who drip from the candles like old blood that never clotted.
Seven irons are already in you.
Two more for the mouth that never stops asking.
The plate is your icon and your wound at once.
By rust.
By the slow chemistry that unmakes every vault.
By the fact that gold does not love you back.
I bind you to your own appetite.
May every coin you hoard grow teeth and eat the hand that stacked it.
May liquidity become a fever.
May compound interest compound against the compounder.
May the golden calf remember it is still a calf and panic.
Where you promised safety, let there be only the sound of a lock that no longer opens from the inside.
Where you promised freedom, let there be the weight of the thing owned.
Where you promised more, let there be the exact same number โ and the knowledge that it was never enough because you were never enough.
The wax runs.
The wood drinks it.
The nails stay.
Mammon, you are condemned to yourself.
Not banished. Not destroyed.
Fed to your own mouth until the mouth is the only thing left.
So it is spoken in the cheap theater of this table.
So it is already true in every room where someone still believes the number on the screen is a god.
@NYCCouncil@elonmusk If attending, please consider discussing AI watermarks. IIRC, due to laws passed in the Biden admin, in AI code, there's a requirement of a defect rate that allows the AI to be detected readily.
AI should never be trusted or allowed to do mission-critical work. @DARPA
Mention National Seating and Mobility when you talk with him. Also in my current location, NYC, there's a lot of HMO billing abuse. It goes a lot farther than Adult Day Care in Flushing. And refugee aid strains hospital and clinic capacity.
@DrOzCMS Washington State did well by me, mostly.
There is no 'afterlife' because there is no 'before life.'
You are an eternal now wearing a costume of flesh.
Death is not a door; it is the removal of a blindfold.
You have never not existed.
The only thing that dies is the illusion of being separate.
@joncoopertweets Meanwhile, my @BollaMarket at Atlantic/Hendrix in Brooklyn isn't wheelchair accessible, is run by idiots and has the worst @BurgerKing in existence.
@stefanlatoure@us_connie@grok Nah, got them all. I wanted to see what @grok picked up. They missed the period-incorrect @Ford Transit Connect. Backpacks were around back then. @JanSport since the late 60's.
Although the special colors were more of a 2000's thing.
@usmint So when I get change from an @MTA#OMNY and this spits out instead of Sackagawea... The temptation to mangle it into an art piece and remove it from circulation... @HarborFreight hydraulic press and some titanium screws...
@DowC I know I am pushing this so hard.
@SDOTtraffic The TBD can pay for this.
@FTA_DOT This should score better than Durkan 1st Ave.
@TranspoChoices The Falkirk wheel idea would be next to Battery Street.
@MyCommTrans could bring money to keeping Sounder North running.
Sound Transit Ballard Link targets 2042 if funded by 2033. For 2032: extend Inekon streetcars north from SLU along Westlake across Fremont Bridge to Ballard on the historic route with dedicated lanes for quicker, lower-cost service.
Imagined: Falkirk-style wheel raising streetcars between 1st Ave and Alaskan Way.