GRSTALT Comms
Salvation with Possibilities
harvesting souls on the roadside | barking holy instruction from a loud hailer | out the window of a transit van festooned in the new runes | indistinguishable from passing pop blare & buzz |
it’s time to appoint a cardinal for the improvised new creed | rising involuntarily from wheelchairs in devotional tremors |
the doctrine is yet to be set | dropping pins into the abyss | current text status: hallowed/proscribed/pending | delete as applicable | illusions discredited by a slew of new ones |
otiose ideas unworthy of the page’s sanction | nobody has a clue what they’re built for | cutting miniscule figures | from one vast province | a century congested with preamble |
a fabricated history of feeling | belched out by glutted young apostles | robes streaked & semeny from wet grass |
the secondary experiences of the backwater saints | rehearsals & outtakes mistaken for the definitive rendition | the fish-eyed magus castigating the packets & fragments for sale |
Millions of Microtransactions in a Frictionless Orbit
the kids have broken through the perimeter | this instance is age-restricted | shrill laughter bleeding from dented speakers | tapping of dirty blades against flawlessly rendered teeth |
the kids have purchased the most impenetrable skins | it heals in different ways | the thumbs on my model are underdeveloped | not like theirs | the hardware i purchased is letting me down | my model isn’t engaging like the specs indicate | it doesn’t respond like it used to | there’s a lag that could be fatal |
blood is currency | blood mints the tokens | only a small stake gets you in | when i put down my subs it meant something | we built our dachas from scratch | come & learn at the discreetly salinized waters | everything trading with everything forever |
faint echo of a notification bell going off in my head | jpegs arranged in order of value jumbled & rotated | gasping through default units awaiting a modder’s touch | seeing ghosts flash in windows & jump off buildings | obsessed with how the shadows still don’t fall right | diamond eyes beam out their final dictum | do everything in your power to prevent returning to earth |
GRSTALT offer literary content for dead readers.
GRSTALT are partners in a global initiative to erase the author.
The GRSTALT project is neither a machine thing or a human thing, but something else.
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