Augury by Rachel Allen
Literature Review
Procreation is technology. We unlocked that skill tree a long time ago. Today, we wear plastic bags around penises. Individuals pay for the opportunity. Sex certainly has cum a long way, literally. Despite all these advancements towards not having children, having children becomes far too expensive for the average individual. Money is required. All those microplastics we accumulated in our bodies have not helped us procreate. Interestingly, the opposite has happened. We have strayed so far from our animal instincts that the technology that severed our connection to nature offers our only way back. Paradoxes are strange and unexplainable. You must accept them under blind faith, which is hard because faith allows people to see more clearly.
Mouth tattoos are a must for any respectable mouth. I lack tattoos. The decision required for a tattoo is too permanent. Fortunately, my indecision protects my skin against sinful ink blots. Lots of my friends and some enemies have tattoos, and that is fine. Sure, I wish that I could see myself with one of these marks of Satan, the 666. A handful of tattoos are decent, and I am not going to go into explicit detail about which is which. You must listen to your heart to see what speaks to you. Parents and children can share tattoos about each other. To me, that’s fine. You are good if you do that. That’s love, I reckon. Had I ever experienced love, I would have a tattoo about such a moment. Most likely, if you have a tattoo, it’s not overly thoughtful, probably some TV reference. No TV show deserves that level of devotion. TV has not done enough for humanity to warrant such respect.
Backwards talking occurred in only one TV show – Twin Peaks. A documentary about why people should not move to the Pacific Northwest explained nothing about everything. That was the purpose. Only in the 1990s could such a show find any success, and it is remarkable that it achieved mainstream success. Prestige TV, for all it promises, has never been able to deliver a feast for the eyes and ears as overwhelmingly strange as Twin Peaks, and I doubt it ever will. More realistically, expect the vampiric impulse of nostalgia to reign supreme over mass media entertainment as the world ages and grows more conservative. Hopefully, a new generation is born that can take on the yoke of creativity, to smash the machines like the Luddites told us to, and create a new world.
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