Error: Comply
The Grift of X’s & 0’s
The Grift of X’s & 0’s
The face doesn’t load all at once.
It buffers.
Fragments first.
An eye. A promise. A pitch.
Hot pink noise screams optimism,
glitch blocks censor the truth.
Somewhere behind the pixels
someone is counting you.
They hide the mouth.
words are dangerous.
Eyes are enough.
Eyes sell trust.
Code bleeds through the skin,
thin, procedural, patient.
Every line written to measure
how much weight you’ll carry for them.
X’s and O’s float like tactics,
Where to push.
Where to crush.
Where to step without slipping.
The desperate appear as data,
faces flattened into texture,
pain reduced to contrast
that pops on a feed.
They call it visibility.
They call it growth.
They call it hustle culture
because “exploitation” tests poorly.
By the time the image resolves,
they’re already above you with clean trainers,
spotless hands,
standing on a crowd that never rendered fully.