As television stations proliferate and board my cable access palate, I grow in potency.
During the reign of the Networks, I was a dull beast content to work my experiential field with a hoe.
My Gold Plan with Cablevision Westchester sets me apart. I do not associate myself with the broadcast ghetto of “real-time.”
I know how seasons end before you do. I swing a contemptuous ax of “spoiler.”
The nation is racing towards a viewing singularity. The instant when all things recorded is at once viewable.
Soon, I will miss nothing.
I will be Yahweh. You will not speak my name.