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as a logical means to return value

[...] The social industry has created an addiction machine, not as an accident, but as a logical means to return value to its venture capitalist investors.

—p.28 The Twittering Machine by Richard Seymour
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to talk about technologies is to talk about societies

Now, though, like everything else, writing is being restructured around the format of the computer. Billions of people, above all in the world’s richest countries, are writing more than ever before, on our phones, tablets, laptops and desktop computers. And we are not so much writing, as being writ…

—p.23 by Richard Seymour
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running through the streets in dumb costumes

PERSON: [reading from the card] … ‘egregore’.

THE INTERROGATOR: Do you know what it means?

PERSON: Do you?

THE INTERROGATOR: Of course I do. It’s a collective work of imagination made real through ritual. The Roman Catholic Church is an egregore. The limited liability corporation is an egr…

—p.225 Salvage Magazine #2 The Person Who Was Followed Around By Men in Pig Masks: A Play in One Act (221) by Nick Mamatas
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running through the streets in dumb costumes

PERSON: [reading from the card] … ‘egregore’.

THE INTERROGATOR: Do you know what it means?

PERSON: Do you?

THE INTERROGATOR: Of course I do. It’s a collective work of imagination made real through ritual. The Roman Catholic Church is an egregore. The limited liability corporation is an egr…

—p.225 The Person Who Was Followed Around By Men in Pig Masks: A Play in One Act (221) by Nick Mamatas
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Chorus of the Deported misc/poetry

When the ice will creak
Between green shoes, and from the pale
Blue bitter airs
Barbarous globes of spring
Will break through.

We will be far away.

We would like to return and look,
Caress the clover of the heaths
The doorposts of the new home
Cry in pity
Where our mother passed.

I…

—p.218 Chorus of the Deported (218) missing author