Page I: Title Page
 Prologue:  Hypernormalization   Page II: It began as a non-linear war, a ceaseless shape-shifting that is unstoppable because it is undefinable.
 Page III: The aim was not to win the war but to create a constant state of destabilized perception, in order to manage and control.
 Page IV: It was unmanageable. The world was destroyed. Many died. Nobody thought they had won.
 Page V: Most of the world was uninhabitable, riddled with radioactivity.
 Page VI: All that stood was an empire of rats‑the others were dead or went mad.
  The Saga of Badly Licked Bear   Page 1: Badly Licked Bear uses spikes to arrange his severed head collection.  Page 2: The car pool lane is the highest level of Los Angeles spirituality.  Page 3: You either are a fascist, an anti-fascist or you're
 Page 4: Badly Licked Bear said the late stage of capitalism is cannibalism.  Page 5: TL:DR Never read the manual. Trust your feelings. Buy the murder bird.
 Page 6: I see a penguin and I want to paint it black #gothemperor.
 Page 7: Swords are the new false eyelashes. Idling dune buggies with rams and spikes are the new Hitachi Magic Wand.
 Page 8: The Viking. “There ain’t nuthin’ left of the nuthin’ left.”
  Ed's Finishing   Page 9: Ed was driven insane.  Page 10: Because he knows how to live today.
 Page 11: And he knows that is impossible.
 Page 12: There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true.  Page 13: The other is to refuse to believe what is true.
 Page 14-15: Ed photos that which doesn’t want to be seen.
 Page 16: The planes fell to earth (the redacted version).
  The Manchurian Candidate   Page 17: Honee makes poison tipped arrows.  Page 18: She was Manchurian royalty.  Page 19: Her first memories are in a French-Catholic boarding school in Saigon.
 Page 20: Honee is a master of the healing arts.  Page 21: She has amassed a small militia.
 Page 22: Honee wouldn't participate in barbarism.  Page 23: She would put the deal together for cash.
 Page 24: The archer.
  As It Is   Page 25: I wasn’t always this.  Page 26: I turned bullies into cowards.  Page 27: You didn’t bring enough guys.
 Page 28: Before I was a bouncer.  Page 29: Then I was a professor.
 Page 30: As it is, you are who you are.
  Few Survived for Long   Page 31: The Viking.
 Page 32: Badly Licked Bear.
 Page 33: Ed.
 Page 34: Honee.
  Geiger Counters and Canned Food   Page 35: Did your annuity arrive in time to buy, your bunker?
 Page 36: Will the cracked-tooth bandit offering you clean water accept your VISA?
 Page 37: They talked about spirits of metallurgy, sacrificial rites and cults of speed.
 Page 38: Honee shared her meat with the Viking. Then…
 Page 39: she stole his books. It was a fair trade.
 Page 40: The deed was done. As usual, at the same moment…  Page 41: he became less and more human.  (End of Act One).
  Ice-Cold Norseman   Page 42: No Sir, I ain't getting in somebody's business.
 Page 43: Last time it almost killed me.
 Page 44: Why did he have to go and do that?
 Page 45: How did you know what order to kill them?
 Page 46: I was lucky in the order.  Page 47: I've always been lucky killin' folks.
 Page 48: Until I wasn't. Blam!
  TomTom of Sinland   Page 49: Badly Licked Bear knows he's a thug.
 Page 50: He had to become one.
 Page 51: Survival wasn't possible otherwise.
 Page 52: There was no difference between pleasure and pain.
 Page 53: Badly Licked Bear preternaturally survived in the wasteland.  Page 54: He wrote until he forecast the future...then he continued. "When the Trinity Test took place in New Mexico it established total control of the environment and a capacity
 Page 55: Even a radioactive sunset reset a familiar but elusive essence, set in motion by ancestors he could not name.
 Page 56: The submissive is the master of the wasteland.  Page 57: Where you think it will strike is rarely what kills you.
 Page 58: If we have to go down this way I'm going snarling and bloody.
  Ed’s Occurrence Up Shit Creek Bridge   Page 59-60: The Hanging.
 Page 61-62. The Chase
 Page 63-64: Revenge and Reuniting.
 Page 65: Ed’s Occurrence Up Shit Creek Bridge
  Honee’s Throne of Blood   Page 66: The wasteland was overrun with bandits.
 Page 67: “Please make me your disciple.” “First get off your knees, we’ll talk as we go.”
 Page 68: (Screaming hysterically)
 Page 69: “All dead Honee. Again-we’ve survived.”
 Page 70: “You shall not stir out of your house today Honee.”  Page 71: “Those who threaten me, they are vanquished.”
 Page 72: The witch cackled, “Something wicked this way comes.”
 Pages 73-74 Assassins.
 Page 75: Throne of Blood.
  The Last Mx on Earth   Page 76: Language is a curse without an interlocutor.
 Page 77: It is electronic media without electricity, an uncircumcised tablet.
 Page 78: How many imaginary friends can you craft before madness?
 Page 79: Becoming furry relieves the suffering of being human.  (End of Act II)
  The Solitary Sower   Page 80: All that You touch, you change, All that you change, changes you.
 Page 81: And people may rise, or people may fall/But the farmer, must feed them all.
 Page 82: Good-bye horses I'm flying over you. Good-bye horses I'm flying over you
 Page 83: I do not regret these experiences, reflecting on them has given me new insights into my real motives on the thousand occasions about which I have deluded myself.
 Page 84: So here I am, all alone on this earth… cut off from them and everything else, what am I? This is what remains for me to find out now.   Page 85: The scavengers feed, on edge, as if their meal’s wrath may awaken.
 Page 86: The plants continue to grow.
  Texts for Nowhere   Page 87: Suddenly, no, at last, long last, I couldn’t anymore, I couldn’t go on.
 Page 88: Someone said, you can’t stay here. I couldn’t stay there and I couldn’t go on.
 Page 89: I’ll describe the place, that’s unimportant.
 Page 90: The top, very flat, of a mountain, no, a hill, but so wild, so wild, enough.
 Page 91: Down in the hole the centuries have dug, centuries of filthy weather, it slowly drinks.  Page 92: They are up above, all round. I can’t raise my eyes to them.
 Page 93:  Do they see me, what can they see of me? Perhaps there is no one left, perhaps they are all gone, sickened.
 Page 94: To change, or, it’s not me, or fate, I feel that other coming, let it come, it won’t catch me napping.  Page 95: All is noise.
 Page 96: To change, to see, no, there’s no more to see, the harm is done, that’s what possessed me to come.
 Page 97: We’re of one mind, deep down, we’re fond of one another, but there’s nothing we can do for one another.
 Page 98: The mist will clear, the wind freshen and the night sky open, including the Bears, to guide me once again on my way, let’s wait for night.
 Page 99:  I don’t try to understand, I’ll never try to understand any more, I won’t be afraid of the big words anymore, they are not big.
  Post-Anthropocene    Page 100: Badly Licked Bear never knew of a half-brother who survived, barely as before the war.
 Page 101: The people were spared by freak winds and geographic isolation.
 Page 102: Genetic mutations were a common manifestation. Everything from before was lost.
 Page 103: A new human emerged with no context for the ruined world they inherited.
 Page 104: The landscape responded to their farming impulses and rewarded their diligence.   Page 105: They knew the tools they modified were made by people they would never meet. They sent offerings to those spirits.
 Page 106: The world nurtured and savaged them with fickle, unpredictable behaviors.
 Page 107: They found plenty of evidence of their antecedents’ mysterious writing. They understood of its impulse to preserve.
 Page 108: They intuitively knew of writing’s failure to preserve anything.
 Page 109: Writing was a bad magic, by turning language concrete it released a plague upon the world. They would never turn to it.
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