Genocide Organ & Prurient
Carte Blanche
who knows if anything really begins the moment the future arrives it is already the past the present is always the past there is only the past the past died with the future the future dies forever! the apocalypse has already happened there aren't any sunken caskets of gold and besides you can't even swim how does anyone know what's inside another how does anyone know what's inside another country there are no countries only marketplaces there is one world, no rules, no fixed ideals - not even chaos exists. sometimes the awareness of the ridiculously short existence overcomes you, framed in sick trivialities. and yet there is hope in the midst of the absurd and this publication tells of it. no teaching! no warning! no example! just a report. we all owe a death you pay yours first