You weren’t going to play video games. This could have to do with vibes that some lifestyles were out of touch with a future truth(?), an ancient truth(?), the truth of some kind of economic base between the electronic things: “I’ve been hearing about Karl Marx…” Somehow the truth was like one of those magazines, the ones where they show teens who are enmeshed in some sort of flows of capital, and somehow playing video games vampires their lifeforce because they go up into a simulation and don’t think about how Super Mario or whatever is a blooping, scrolling light interaction that is distracting from some story about how the people who made the game in China all sleep on cots in some sort of 8000-person dormitory (prison?) and maybe eat concrete in their food and can’t get their union recognized and no one will hear about their picketing, and it’ll just be reported as some crowd getting in a fight outside the factory gates, etc.

Some people play some video games because of some legend about how they force you to focus on the present rather than rushing, concepting off into “cloud country” of some world of forms where there are all these tweets about Marx and what can you do with them? 

You’re going to play some video games because of some legendary truth about what happens to people who don’t play video games. Maybe they’re like people who watch Wheel of Fortune, eat TV rays, eat Werther’s butterscotch candies, think about being babies, zero in on a baby, and somehow they’ve come unstuck in time, grandma—grandpa—uncle whoever, and can’t deal with: “where are my keys?”

Somehow some major-experts bear this out: there are all these studies showing that people who play memory games are less prone to dementia or…

“Thrift Shop” is on the radio somehow. On the radio in Kentucky, on the radio in Indiana, there is this person Macklemore strutting new-used club clothes.

In some legends, this is a song about consuming, a song out of sync with an industry that maybe controls air time of “50 straight minutes of all-the-top-hits. DJ, turn it up-Up-UP.” Also: there was this “Easter Sale at Macy’s” and they would pay for 104.5 FM THE CAT and 101.7 THE {SOMETHING} to play this?

Maybe it’s happening since a Macklemore has some vibes, coming in the doors, saying “WUDDUP, I’ve got a [rooster noise]…” fiending through his neighborhood junk piles and making the whoevers jealous of that “cold-ass….” There’s a sassable $50-Gucci-shirt kid, too. 

OK, this is happening. Maybe someone at Clear Channel and Cumulus Broadcasting is worried. Somehow: why couldn’t there be another summer-time 2011 London free-for-all: kids ransacking discount racks at a northside high-street H&M, the neighborhood JD Sports, KFC, McDonalds. Like the turnover of clothes and flash fashion chains and looking-good were part of some pre-planned high-velocity machine that could misfire and get kids to coordinate break-ins via txt and throw rocks to get some new overalls or the new chrome-plated jorts or whatever.

“Next slide”: when the teens burn down your London data centers how can you microtarget them with craveables?

This could be a partial misreading. The song could have a nice horn riff. Like, it’s a novelty song. “Next: Justin Timberlake - Mirror etc…You’re just like a mirror/whoa-oa/mirror staring back at me/whoa-oa.”)

But, OK. Say there’s this one teen of a vaster teen flow listening: “Yes, OK, it’s OK to go to the thrift store and talk about it. This pair of grandma jeans was 50 cents. They have piles of 99 cent Danielle Steel novels.// wlkng thr nw.”

A teen flow.

The asteroid Apophis will hit the Earth in 2036‽ Then you’ll die‽ Most of us will‽

Maybe would-be-friends-we’ll-never-meet will get to feel vibrations from the rock if they end up flying shuttles in from other planets. The impact dust - and waves - and flames will somehow feed some life-unfriendly clouds around the globe before they part and let in sun in 2037‽

The Earth might miss the rock. But the sun cooks up some waves that blows the stuff in outer space around in mystery-patterns, so there’s still this chance…

Neil deGrasse Tyson is an actual(?) astrophysicist and reveals this possible future in a Wired Magazine article, “We can Survive Killer Asteroids - But It Won’t Be Easy”. Wired.com commenters maybe read about how Apophis “could fill the Rose Bowl” and then they started sorting out some crucial facts involving Sarah Palin, the Republican Party, or possibly the Liberals, or some Plot-Against-the-People. Also: would conservatives have been loyal to the King during the American Revolution(?):

So anti-war libs would have fought the war of independence and pro-constitution conservatives would have stayed under Barack (I mean George) III?  To think they let folks like you vote and have children.  (Well, abortions.)

Another timestream involves studying physics (for free online or wherever) and deflecting a large object - or maybe writing camp songs about teens and asteroid physics. Obama might be an “Illuminatus”, “Communist”, “Republican”, and even an “Islam”. And somehow it turns out he could have been giving relevant advice (and living a soap opera) in State of the Union addresses when he said Americans could stand learning more math and science skills. 

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Last year, a crowd surrounded Kentucky’s State Capitol, a parade of teens and grandmas holding signs: “Topless Mountains are Obscene” / “Support the Clean Streams ACT” “End Mountaintop Removal” “RENEWABLE ENERGY”. This one gravel-throated man in the thick of it shouted all the way up Capital Avenue: “My daughter’s lungs are black! My eyes are burning too! Dear Mister Governor, Happy Valentine’s to you!” 

Maybe they were mad about some scientist legends.  There’s that one connecting mining to high rates of cancer and poverty - and some story that coal-fired power plants  are killing the world we know. 

The thing is, even if a carbon-heavy “biosphere” gets too wild, hot, or toxic for some oxygen breathers, some of us could still live under bubbles or upload our minds into a new kind of digital lifestyle. 

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Thousands of Argentines disappeared between 1976 and 1983. Friends and family tend to blame the military junta that ruled the country, but who knows? They may have gone on vacation. Given the level of state secrecy at the time, we’re free to imagine crowds of missing dissidents on the beach, at resorts, really getting it going.

The new National Defense Authorization Act could help more people could go on indefinite holiday in a mystery zone outside the public sphere. You could be held, for reasons unknown (to you), at Guantanamo Bay - ‘til death do you part. 

In Kim Jong-Il’s imagination, the world may have been split in two: in one bloc, an oppressive and imperialist outside organized around commodities and in the other, an isolated nation united around the Juche principles of self-reliance and state socialism.

But who can say? Maybe the deceased Supreme Leader recognized the similarities underlying this divide when he wasn’t spaced out on one of his 20,000 movies. 

As the old Marxist legend goes, commodities are concepts that subsume the messy and ambiguous ingredients of the world into convenient standardized forms, which can start to look like the inevitable products of nature instead of the work of our imagination.  In North Korea, like in Stalin’s Soviet Union, the state’s institutions are set up as the totalitarian unifying framework that can protect a malleable people from an equally totalizing, false-consciousness-breeding enemy. Notwithstanding claims about the inevitable march of history toward communism, the “product” system in the Democratic People’s Republic of North Korea has all the trappings of another arbitrary commodified apparatus, a continuation of capitalist good circulation in a more explicitly regimented form, with stipulations in the Constitution that the State, “establish a new socialist way of life in every sphere” including a “cost accounting system” utilizing “such economic levers as prime costs, prices, and profits”.