Prologue: Hypernormalization Page I: It began as a non-linear war, a ceaseless shape-shifting that is unstoppable because it is undefinable.
Page II: The aim was not to win the war but to create a constant state of destabilized perception, in order to manage and control.
Page III: It was unmanageable. The world was destroyed. Many died. Nobody thought they had won.
Page IV: Most of the world was uninhabitable, riddled with radioactivity.
Page V: 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 carpool lane is the highest level of Los Angeles spirituality.
Page 3: TL:DR Never read the manual. Trust your feelings. Buy the murder bird.
Page 4: You either are a fascist, an anti-fascist or you're a fascist's bodyguard.
Page 5: Badly Licked Bear said the late stage of capitalism is cannibalism.
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 nothing left in the nothing 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: Ed photos that which doesn’t want to be seen.
Page 15: Ed’s photo.
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: Honee, the archer.
As It Is Page 25: Before I wasn't 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? (Badly Licked Bear)
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. (Badly Licked Bear and Ed)
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 I)
Ice-Cold Norseman Page 42: No Sir, I ain't getting in sombody'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 to use it."
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: The Hanging.
Page 60: The Hanging.
Page 61: The Chase.
Page 62: The Chase.
Page 63: Revenge.
Page 64: 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 this way comes.”
Page 73: Archer.
Page 74: Archer.
Page 75: Honee’s 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 Nothing 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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