Rindon Johnson, Fog, Fog, Father, Father, why hast thou forsaken me, acceleration is demonic, the demons don't tell you what to do or what's going to happen next, they compel, Manastabal, my guide, utters a laugh that grates unpleasantly on my nerves, could we be in Hell already, but no I see only dust and whirling eddies of wind around me, you get the accelerationism you deserve., 2026

Rindon Johnson

Fog, Fog, Father, Father, why hast thou forsaken me, acceleration is demonic, the demons don't tell you what to do or what's going to happen next, they compel, Manastabal, my guide, utters a laugh that grates unpleasantly on my nerves, could we be in Hell already, but no I see only dust and whirling eddies of wind around me, you get the accelerationism you deserve., 2026

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