moloch and the machines

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by brainrot, gooning doomscrolling bedrotting,dissociating themselves through the enshittified ragebait clickbait looking for a dopamine fix,nonchalant doomers repressing the AI overview of the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,who Kalshi and Rainbet and OnlyFans and Doordash sat up vaping in the ambient glow of slot-machine phones drowning in the depths of 4chan contemplating memes…I’m not going to rewrite any more of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl because it’s already perfect. It’s impossible to read the poem without extending it to yourself and your cultural moment. We’ve all been crushed by the oppressive machinations of conformity and consumerism. What can we do but lash out in creative fury, impaling ourselves on the palisades of modernity?The most terrifying thing about our alienation and atomization is that it appears inexorable. No matter how we protest, our society will continue blindly optimizing itself into oblivion. With each…