Welcome to the fUTuRe, where its beginning had some add-ons. Let there be light was stretched to lightning and there was thunder, a sound that obliterated noise punk from the face of the West.


    Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Shot Sage Blue Marilyn Versus Medici gets the free light.


    Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Bacon is the only meat British painters can eat.


    Welcome to the fUTuRe, where the Dragonslayer Codex: A Survival Guide to Dangerous Dragons replaces the Bible as the best-selling book.


    Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Bacon can’t listen to Davies without the fear of Carti.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Kendrick Lamar and SZA have become as legendary as Blackbeard and Bonney.


    Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Cristofori Segni hands his resignation letter to Innocent X because the Pope refuses to be pop.


    Welcome to the fUTuRe, where M&Ms taste like Mozart & Messi’s…genius?


    Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the present is an eradicated cliché like


    1. Nietzsche is now niche.


    2. God is dead has qlishey-ed to God is dad (His kids absolutely detest that He has not dyed yet, dyed the Dirty back to OK with a new prog brush)


    3. “u top ia” to enter utopia (An absolute qlishey).


    4. Mandatory military service is extinct. Every ghost in the machine is, at a certain time, taken out and put into the shell for some shell-shock therapy.


    5. The devil made me do it has been cratered by a comet called Because The Internet. Welcome to The fUTuRe where warming gone global or murder of the stellar kind did not destroy ‘Computer gone Dirty.’ No, that honor belonged to a punk, a daft punk who shoved RAM into a Computer that would have been OK without.