A Strongly Worded Letter to Whoever’s Still Listening

Torso Machine
Manifesto

A manifesto is usually a list of ideas you plan to implement once you control the universe. It is a declaration of what could, should or would be if you had your own way.

The kind of people who write manifestos are typically pretentious artists giving interviews in fancy magazines where they trash the very system that put them in a position to be interviewed by a fancy magazine in the first place (and this is the best-case scenario). Worst case, you find yourself reading a manifesto dashed off by some deranged lunatic in a cabin or basement somewhere as they gear up for some sort of mass calamity event.

So why are we writing a manifesto?

We’re not. This isn’t that. We don’t have any ideas or systems to implement or rules we want everyone to follow. This isn’t the new way. This is Torso Machine.

They told us rebellion was dangerous.

Then they sold it back to us as a product.

Pre-distressed.

Pre-approved.

Pre-monetized.

“Authenticity™.”

“Attitude™.”

“Disruption™.”

We’ve seen this before.

Remember Sunny D? The orange juice with attitude?
Or was it just Orange Julius without the ice?

Who fucking knows?

The truth lies somewhere in between.

Somewhere between “this is all bullshit” and “yeah, but we still have to live here.”

Somewhere between wanting a slice of the system and knowing the system is broken.

Somewhere between selling you something and telling you not to trust the thing selling it.

Because maybe in an age of hyper-individualism, where everything is noise and everything is for sale, the most honest thing you can do is say exactly what you mean, put it on your chest, and walk out the door.

No promises.

No guarantees.

No enlightenment.

Torso Machine
We Are The Machine.
We’re Not The Man.

(Probably. I mean, as far as you know.)