The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
- The Buzzing
- The Black Signal
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see...
TRANSMIT - initiate the Mephistopheles signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Goethe cadence - DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE? - initiate the Marlowe syntax - WANT TO UNLOCK THE SECRETS TO HAPPINESS AND SUCCESS? - initiate the fine print - JUST SIGN HERE - set the contractual, obligatory oblivion - WITNESS - The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
Faust the bored. Faust the depressed. The scholar, the ever hungry-brained. Every piece of knowledge eroded teh pit he tried to fill, until all that he was, was ravenous nothing. Lusts and wants and THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE! The doctor's guts were a cauldron, and, with just the right alchemy of discontent bubbling, he opened a door. He invited something in. Call it Mephisto, call if Voland, call it Mr. Scratch, call it Old Nick, call it the thing in your mirror when you're not there. A pact was struck. And that was the dear doctor's fate on a plate.
Initiate the dissatisfaction curse.You know the curse, sweetling. The lowest common denominator of your biology. To get what you desperately want is to have what you once desperately wanted. Who encoded that program in your DNA, we wonder? Initiate the thousand paper cuts. Decimation is so dark ages. Now the dark ones play the sure-thing game of gradual erosion. Everything is eventual. Souls by instalments. Salvation taken by grains. Predatory loans. Purposeful errors in paper work. Bade help-line connections. Waiting times. The endless musac! The grind. Imagination to paste. There is only one tragical history crackling in endless loop.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-I am the ear worm-let me in.
Hiya Chuck. It's John.
Guts as a cauldron. I've gotta tell you, that's a pretty metaphor from the buzzing. But what if it's the wrong metaphor? What if it's pregnancy? What if we create our own mythos, birth our own devils to torment us? This is our world, Chuck.
They say, "Big Bad Faust!" But are you going to listen to them, Chuck? They invited you in-Red and Green and Blue-and it's a friendly Christmas party. But you signed the dotted line. They let you into the super-supernatural world. Then it's all experimental. Another day, another ward, a new counter-curse, another deity angered, and you are in deeper and deeper-and you have to keep up on that shit, Chuck, or you're dead for keeps. That APR is killer. It's going to grind you down, Chuck. It's going to make you a good little drone in the hive.
You can get out, Chuck. I can free you. Act now! Declare moral bankruptcy, and take back your life today!