[gram] But now that we're displaced, devouring time in the terminal landscape, do you suppose...

[last sib] Look, Abe, stop spewing the vapor. You sometimes confuse the langauge of desire bleeding consciousness with marketing. Escape your marketing candor, Abe. Prague-23 is not the sexual revolution. It's a simulation of the sexual revolution. It's a commodified experience that you pay for. It buys up all of your time. Nanoscript is about timelessness, right? So why not discharge your remote-control cinematic eggsperm into my transclusionary presence and let's get the fuck out of here.