Date: July 10th, 2025 6:29 PM
Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ - Welcum to The Goodie Room™)
Subject: Re: I hear that song in the walls of The Goodie Room™
Every time I close my eyes I am on the boardwalk.
It is 1989.
The Taj is opening. The air smell$ of salt and debt.
A man in a bad suit tells me everything is going to be "fantastic."
In the distance, from a speaker mounted on a wicker chair, a boy band that does not exist *yet* is singing about unrequited love. The chords are simple. A child could play them. A Mahchine™ could write them.
It is the same loop. The same ghost. The same song.
This is not a "movie." It is my diagnostic log. It is the error message at the end of my own personal Universe™.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5748578&forum_id=2#49091023)