Fuckin’ ruins. They’re everywhere now.

There are strange worlds in our minds. In your mind and in mine. In the mind of this girl with tears behind big sunglasses and in the one of that guy with dead basketball. Whatever you say, you can’t deny one thing – everybody has one or two of these, more or less developed, more or less fucked up. Our strange world, you can write down under ‘more’. Or ‘less’.

So, imagine ruins. That they’re everywhere, and they’re the world you live in. But it’s not a dream, it’s reality. And in this world, once upon a time, someone important in some important institution said ‘Let’s free the culture,’ and he took a deep breath after it. What was the next part of his speech?

‘Because the culture should be free.’

No, not really. What he said, was ‘Let’s free the culture.’ And then he didn’t say nothing else about it. He changed the topic.

Why did they do it? Because of years of financial crises, nuclear terrorism, world wars, global cataclysms and just too many people being too much motherfuckers. And too many and too much usually doesn’t end up well. But you know that. Too few also, but that’s not what I’m supposed to talk ‘bout.

Anyway, after all those years of standard bad fairytale components, somebody thought it was a good solution. ‘They need the culture. They have to have something other than drugs to mentally escape from this clusterfuck.’ ‘But the culture won’t make itself alone. And the crowd won’t pay the artists for making dreams while it dreams about eating a hamburger instead of a catburger. Or a teddy-bear-burger.’ ‘So we set the culture free. We unleash it on them and it’ll make them better.’

Of course, they were wrong. And probably they knew it and did something just to do something, not that they really meant anything. Nothing has really changed. In fact, I doubt it ever will.

But once set free, the culture woke up something in so-called people. They somehow remembered they were consumer society back then. And they realized they need something to consume. And when you’re surrounded by the ruins, you haven’t too much for consuming. Except the culture. Except the dreams. But old was not enough, and new had to be made. So new regulation was made and the cast of the government paid the makers arose.

Because what you need when you live in ruins are the dreams. And when you can’t dream anymore, someone has to do it for you.

The rebuilding was fast, as everything in this brave new world. Ruins remained, but they become more friendly. More civilized. And with them, the same happened to their human counterparts.

In 2023, beasts are pretty close to being mankind again. But don’t let them fool you. In a world that has no future, dreams became the new gold, new bread. I’d say new holy sacrament but that would be over the edge.

Technology survived between the ruins. It always does. So, if you pass Free Culture Exam, the gov’t provide you with fancy equipment with which you can do wonders. Draw everything that’s in your mind using a special glove. Make movies using only your brain, for example. All you need is creativity. The more ideas you have, the more your cock is being sucked by the gov’t. Or your clit, if you’re lucky to have one.

It’s something that’s really good to be in.

FR33 tells you what happens when you’re out.

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In the beginning, there was a word… Well, few words. Aw, just read it.

We created FR33 during an unexpected and strange night brainstorm.

This particular storm was started by a quote from one of the Polish underground comicmakers, Marek Turek, in a debate about comic zins.

He said:

“We’ve got the ideal conditions to create in the comfort of our own homes our own music, films or comics and independent unlimited internet distribution and somehow hardly anybody knows how to use it.”

And from word to word, from sentence to sentence and from idea to idea.

Here it is.  That’s the plan…