San and Tac – Jack Shinobi
Train to lose the darkness of a shadow.
San and Tac – Unterlacedroots
There are very few things that I will defend with true passion: medical marijuana, the biblical Satan as a metaphor for rebellion against tyranny, and mother fucking cryptocurrency.
San and Tac – Lighting In a Bottle
It’s clear that this is a crazy house. -It’s like catching lightning in a bottle. -I already got that. -Really, what’s the idea? -No, no idea. I got actual lightning in a bottle. -No, that’s just a phrase. -I got that, dog. Lightning in a bottle. Blip. -That’s crazy, son. That’s some supernatural shit, man. -Some old Chinese man sold it to me years ago. We got to address this crazy-ass bottle that you got!
San and Tac – Roof Off
Last time I got high I was taking big hits, like big 1970s, jean jacket, Bad Company hits. It actually awakened me, Yee-aahhh, into the stream of consciousness that Im now living. So, Im standing in a parking lot with these kids and we’re smoking a joint. And I’m taking huge hits because I had no idea. I didn’t know they had been working on this shit like it’s the cure for cancer. Because when I was a kid you could just smoke a joint for a while. Now you take two hits and you go insane. This is it, you crossed over that threshold. I didn’t understand the fucking technology that’s gone into making pot so powerful.
San and Tac vs Prosgranik – Mordhom
Guess what? No one is dying from psychedelics. Life is a massive fucking mystery, and there’s only a few different ways to really crack below the surface of that mystery.
San and Tac – Cant Clone Crazy
And who are you my little friend. Not a spoon, not a fork, but something in between.
Mad Tribe – Alien Sex Slave
The alien sex slave. They control his mind and stimulates him to the point exaustion. In fact, he claims that the aliens made him their sex slave. Disturbing details about how the aliens got into his head.
Limix – The gnOMe Zone
Time to go to work, work all night. Search for underpants. We won’t stop until we have underpants. Lots of yummy pants. Time to go to work, work all night. Search for underpants. We won’t stop until we have underpants. Lots of yummy pants.
Limix – Coral Animals
We are like coral animals in a vast reef of excreted technological material that is wired for solid state data transfer. And within that we scurry around doing our little tasks, but we come and go, the instrumentality remains and replicates and grows.
Cosmic Dimension – Transcendence
For 130,000 years our capacity for reason has remained unchanged. The combined intellect of the neuroscientists, engineers, mathematicians pales in comparison to even the most basic AI. Once online, a sentient machine will quickly overcome the limits of biology. And in a short time, its analytical power will be greater than the collective intelligence of every person born in the history of the world. Some scientists refer to this as the Singularity. I call it Transcendence. -Oh, my God! -I can’t feel anything. -I’m here. -You need to get me online, I need more power. -He may be intelligent, maybe even sentient. This is not Will. -Shut it down. -Shut it down?! It’s him! -Your friends crossed the line. They don’t know the danger. -This is astounding. -So, how do we fight it? -Where are you going? -Everywhere.
