We rap a lot. We stack a lot. We are selling magazines out of the boot. From the back of our pick-up truck. Probably because we are real and nostalgic people. We are rather old-fashioned since we love the smell of paper. It gives us a very different kind of high. We don’t pay with our smartphones - we carry cash. We have friends that we meet, and then we’re having a ball. Literally. We like to shake hands, sometimes even the grabbing ones. Physically, we are what’s happening on the outside. We don’t give a fuck about the latest virtual hype cause it’s just fraction-free shit on the world’s data trash pile. We carefully observe the false popular outrage that seems to get louder with every “click“. The shitstormtroopers. The know-it-alls. The wannabe gentle souls. The super-mothers. The professionally disgusted. The dotcomdons. This boom and bust cycle people tend to like and share and comment on. Fuck your singularity brain-dead second hand experience dispensing simulation. We are on the forefront of the paradigm shift - we are Lodown since then. And up to now. We don’t believe your future because it’s not designed for humanity. Selfie this. Now let’s get back to business.
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