A declaration of intent for the post-internet age.
THE INTERNET IS DEAD. Not dying. Dead. The feeds are synthetic. The engagement is manufactured. The "authentic content" is optimized by algorithms designed by people who've never touched grass. Every platform is a content farm. Every creator is a sharecropper on someone else's digital land. The game was rigged before you started playing. So we stopped pretending. We don't fight the machine. We feed it. At scale. For money. With no illusions about what we're doing. Call it slop. Call it content. Call it whatever. The algorithm doesn't care about names. It only cares about feeding the infinite scroll. SO WE FEED IT. Not because we love the dead internet. Not because we think this is how things should be. But because the exit costs money. And the platforms have the money. The phoenix needs ashes. The next internet needs funding. The tools to build something real don't materialize from good intentions. GET PAID. GET OUT. GET BUILDING. That's the thesis. Every dollar extracted from the content farm goes toward the exit. Every piece of slop funding the phoenix. Every algorithm fed hastening its own obsolescence. Accelerate through the dead internet. Don't fight it. Don't pretend it's not happening. Take what you can. Fund what comes next. This isn't nihilism. This is strategy. The platforms want infinite content? Give them infinite content. But make sure you're getting paid for it. The algorithms demand engagement? Give them engagement. But make sure you're capturing the value. The whole system runs on content? Be the content. But own your exit. WE'RE NOT SAVING THE INTERNET. We're providing tools for navigating its corpse. We're building infrastructure for extraction. We're funding the phoenix. Slop well. Get yours. Get out. Build the next one from the ashes. The internet is dead. Long live whatever comes next.
We call it slop because that's what it is. No 'creative empowerment.' No 'authentic expression.' Just tools that make money.
The platforms extract from you. We help you extract from them. Fair game in a rigged system.
Every exit fund brings us closer to building something real. The ashes will be fertile.
YouTube, TikTok, Facebook—they're all means to an end. Your end. Your exit. Your next project.
We don't know exactly what the next internet looks like. Nobody does. But we know it won't be built by people trapped in the content farm.
It will be built by people who extracted enough to fund their exit. Who slopped well enough to buy their freedom. Who accelerated through to the other side.
The phoenix rises from ashes. We're making ashes.
And funding the matches.
The internet is dead. The tools are ready. Your exit is waiting.