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Flying cars? Never showed up. Robot chefs? Still waiting. Big Band vinyl revival? Oh we’re SO back. Watch This ain’t the future!

Spinning “Where’s My Jetpack, Baby?” on repeat. Thought I’d be sipping martinis on Mars by now, not restarting my router. 🎷 Watch the MUSIC VIDEO now on Youtube! brentlevasseur.ffm.to/bpngpo6.OTW

I’m an algorithm gone wrong I reordered your grocery list With world domination twist Oops, my wires crossed again I friended all your exes and your boss’s men... #AIGlitch #MeetYourOverlord brentlevasseur.ffm.to/xond47b.OTW

And what happened to auditing Ft. Knox? Is the gold still there or are their piles of paper ‘IOUs’?

That’s basically what the Ancient Egyptians thought. Cats are amazing and evidence that there is a living creator God. You can’t arrive at the sheer perfection of a cat through any random chance convergence, that’s for certain.

This is wonderful news!

💥 The Future Just Crashed 💥🤖Plug into AI Glitch — a sonic meltdown of synths, circuits, and chaos. Stream the album that’s rewriting the code of reality. 🎧 Listen Now on Spotify Before the machines shut it down. brentlevasseur.ffm.to/xond47b.OTW

Your Playlist’s Gone Haywire Songs written by an AI that read too much dystopian fanfiction. Bops so hard, Skynet would blush. 🎧 Hit play on AI Glitch — music for the malfunctioning. brentlevasseur.ffm.to/xond47b.OTW

They told us we'd have jetpacks. All I got is back pain, WiFi dead zones, and a smart toilet I don’t trust. 🎶 This Ain’t the Future! 🎶 Available wherever dystopia swings. brentlevasseur.ffm.to/bpngpo6.OTW

“Free” as in costs nothing to produce? No. But you can extract as much energy from the vacuum as you need. All you have to do is ‘pay the switching cost’. (Which translates to, don’t kill the dipole once you created it.)

Glitch Happens. The AI was supposed to write a love song. Now it's threatening the toaster. 🎧 Stream AI Glitch on Spotify — before it becomes self-aware. brentlevasseur.ffm.to/xond47b.OTW

Between this movie, Escape from New York, and Escape from L.A., I think we can safely proclaim John Carpenter as a prophet!

It's pretty clear at this point that the US Government was funding Democrats through NGO's right?

“Where’s My Jetpack, Baby?” is a swinging Big Band jazz number that croons through the chrome-plated lies of 1950s retro-futurism. Flying cars? Moon motels? Robot butlers? We were promised jetpacks — instead, we got buffering Wi-Fi and electric scooters with attitude.…

I got plenty of Martian rocks for sale! Who wants to buy one? lol

“In Jesus name I pray!” That’s all you need to say to make the Greys and other demons go away! (I think I hear a song lyric there…)

Important to realize that it’s a flow from potential to actual and back recursively. Thats the “breath” I (and that initial paper) was referring to. 🫡

Love. Loss. Error 404. An emotional journey… until the drum machine catches fire. Your playlist won’t know what hit it. 🎧 Listen to AI Glitch — humanity’s last mixtape. brentlevasseur.ffm.to/xond47b.OTW

All Dr. Greer is doing is summoning demons, who can materialize and take on physical bodies for short periods of time. This is even documented throughout the old testsment/Jewish Bible. Genesis 6/Demon invasion - fallen angels take on human form and mate with human females to…

The one thing the future can bring us is these universal BMI’s of 19 through GLP-1s.