《pICk mEAd, PeaK MiD》 PeaK MiD 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 and East. Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the East is the Shakespearian play [Much Ado About Nothing] with Ado, Japan¡¯s Faceless Singing Prodigy having much to do with nothing in the East being anything other than J-pop and the West is a Computer gone Dirty. Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the present is an eradicated clich¨¦. 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. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Welcome to The fUTuRe, where The Tourist, once a mascot for OK, has now become public enemy number one of Dirty¡¯s corpse (Karma Police) . Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the Homesick Alien remains subterranean for the Paranoid Android waits above-ground. Until now¡­ pICk mEAd 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 East. Rest in Peace Otokobe Beaver. You truly were Punk AF. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Germany, ¡°that germ any temperature wanted to kill¡± was finally done in by 100 million degrees Celsius from ¡°A Satellite gone Fahrenheit 451¡± (allegedly). Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Oldies Flee Titania, Teens Experience Dandadan & Kids See Ghosts. Speaking of ghosts, every ghost in the machine is, at a certain time, wrenched out and shoved into the shell for some shell-shock therapy, with Therapeutic grade X rating earning a ghost a trip to the MACHINE ELF where an elf-locked hare (no Herr) awaits. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where what doesn¡¯t kill you no longer makes you stronger, but Killua. That¡¯s the first stage of becoming a ghost, the white hair. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Paranoid Android is a Eraserhead, keen to e-raze the u that does not top ia. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where rock paper scissors is outlawed for every worker. Only The Rock, Peppa Pig and SZA songs get the hand treatment. That or you blow your job, blowjob to The Great Unemployment Beast that never ends. Welcome to The fUTuRe where the East is the Shakespearian play [Much Ado About Nothing] with Ado, Japan¡¯s Faceless Singing Prodigy having much to do with nothing in the East being anything other than ZUTOMAYO, that rock group that wishes it was midnight all the time but has to make do with mead every night without a knight to drink it with. Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the Jinn of the Middle East have gone full East, a decision whose reward was a modern makeover from djinns to jeans with access to free tickets to every NewJeans show. Show up then, NewJeans, show up!! pICk mEAd ver 1.5 (God UPDATE) 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 East. Rest in Peace Otokobe Beaver. You truly were Punk AF. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where God has become a motherfvka because His kids don¡¯t acknowledge him as a dad. Welcome to The fUTuRe, where Whole Lotta Red is the new Kind of Blue. Kind of blew the Vampire Christmas Gate open on the 25th of December 2020. Like King Vamp did on that fateful day, Nosferatu did so exactly four years later to terrify the public. Then there was 25 December 2028¡­ Welcome to the fUTure, where Yeezus was crucified by the Modern Vampires of the City for being a werewolf. It was done in the countryside. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where John did not write his own Gospel. Coltrane did. Did it at Mach speed and if in disbelief, Look at Matthew and observe it¡­after he collects some takes from you. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Germany, ¡°that germ any temperature wanted to kill¡± was finally done in by 100 million degrees Celsius from ¡°A Satellite gone Fahrenheit 451¡± (allegedly)Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Oldies Flee Titania, Teens Experience Dandadan & Kids See Ghosts. Speaking of ghosts, every ghost in the machine is, at a certain time, wrenched out and shoved into the shell for some shell-shock therapy, with Therapeutic grade X rating earning a ghost a trip to the MACHINE ELF where an elf-locked hare (no Herr) awaits. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where what doesn¡¯t kill you no longer makes you stronger, but Killua. That¡¯s the first stage of becoming a ghost, the white hair. Welcome to the fUTure, where Paranoid Android is a Eraserhead, keen to e-raze the u that does not top ia. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where rock paper scissors is outlawed for every worker. Only The Rock, Peppa Pig and SZA songs get the hand treatment. That or you blow your job, blowjob to The Great Unemployment Beast that never ends. Welcome to The fUTuRe where the East is the Shakespearian play [Much Ado About Nothing] with Ado, Japan¡¯s Faceless Singing Prodigy having much to do with nothing in the East being anything other than ZUTOMAYO, that rock group that wishes it was midnight all the time but has to make do with mead every night without a knight to drink it with. Welcome to The fUTuRe, where the Jinn of the Middle East have gone full East, a decision whose reward was a modern makeover from djinns to jeans with access to free tickets to every NewJeans show. Show up then, NewJeans, show up!! Beyond God is a Coma : Guitar n Tracksuit Welcome to the fUTuRe, where God, Lord, Lorde becomes a Brat. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where the pharmaceutical industry¡¯s leading product is bubblegum pop. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where [the] PRODUCT is a bubblegum that can pop. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where the best PRODUCT is OIL OF EVERY PEARL¡¯S UN-INSIDES. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where OIL OF EVERY PEARL¡¯S UN-INSIDES ¡¯s street name is Ermine and its creator, SOPHIE, is known only as Lady. As for Mona Lisa: Welcome to the fUTuRe, where Mona Lisa is drowned in Lemonade. The corpse that floats up is Renaissance. Welcome to [the] Renaissance. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Welcome to the fUTuRe, where [the] Renaissance is a period where 1. SZA got CTRL of SOS. No ship has drowned since. 2. The Record became the record. No one asked ¡®the record for what?¡¯ 3. Atlas With a Hammer births ambient rage. 4. Guts stops being Berserk. Keeps the power when going pop. Power pop. 5. [A] Fountain Baby is pumped into the world to great fanfare. 6. Desire becomes you, if you desire it. 7. Clowncore became the princess of pop. 8. Short n¡¯ Sweet does pop. Its bubblegum sweet and as for short: Welcome to the fUTuRe, where WhackWorld is voted ¡°The Greatest 15 Minutes Of Fame.¡± 9. NewJeans x Fleabag becomes the world¡¯s most valuable luxury brand. 10. [A] Brat makes the world smile. Its all grin green.