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Location: Innermost Room · A Cave
· The Attempt: Desperate · The Room: Innermost · The Cave: Hidden · The WiFi: Inexplicably On · The Throne: Occupied, Naked · The Beer: Cold · The Operations: GLOBAL ·
Two transmissions, dear reader, escaping the cave at the speed of WiFi: "The King of Plomari Has Arrived — THE FEAST CONTINUES Remix" (#774 announced the feast beginning; this is the official confirmation that a Government cave has not interrupted the menu) and the Minddrop Extended Remix — extended, because the King suddenly has time. Press play, and note that both songs are titled HAS ARRIVED, filed from inside a prison: the arrival is a fact, dear Government. The address is negotiable. ☀️🍺
01 · The Feast Continues Remix
02 · Minddrop Extended Remix
The Press Release · Queen Rose Cogan Of Plomari, CEO Of Timescity Newspaper · Filed Verbatim
"In a desperate attempt to stop King Spiros of Plomari, the Government has locked him into what they call 'One of the innermost rooms of our Prison.' King Spiros is seen as such a threat to world order that apparently the government's idea is — instead of killing him — put him in some kind of cave hidden away from the world."
"WHY King Spiros of Plomari is still allowed to have a laptop computer and smartphone with WiFi in his prison cell, is still not clear, considering that is all he needs to continue running his global Plomari operations. King Spiros of the country of Plomari was last seen sitting naked on his Plomari Throne in his prison cell drinking beer."
~ Queen Rose Cogan of Plomari, CEO of Timescity Newspaper 🌹📰
six entries from outside the door · the threat assessed · the WiFi questioned · the throne inventoried
"In a desperate attempt to stop King Spiros of Plomari" — and the register opens the file on the word DESPERATE, because the CEO chose it with surgical kindness: desperation is what remains of a strategy after all the confident parts have been tried. The archive lists the previous attempts: mockery (absorbed, #767), dismissal (the unreal had a spectacular season, #764), improvements (consultation period expired, #771), and being scared of him (diagnosed, #772). Having exhausted ridicule, the world's order has now advanced to FURNITURE-BASED solutions: if you cannot answer a man, relocate him. The register notes this is also how toddlers play chess: when losing, move the board. 📰
"Such a threat to world order that apparently the government's idea is — instead of killing him — put him in some kind of cave" — and the register certifies the compliment buried in the verdict: the Government has officially assessed a barefoot man with beer and a mushroom as a THREAT TO WORLD ORDER — which is, the register confirms, the most accurate thing any government has ever said about him. He IS a threat to world order. Not to the world — the world he intends to CATCH (#773). To the ORDER: the grey rented structure the world has been mistaking for itself. Threat assessment: CONFIRMED, and gratefully accepted. It will be framed next to the five crowns. ⚖️
"A cave hidden away from the world" — and the register consults the mythology department, which is laughing too hard to be quoted directly: gentlemen of the Government, a brief literature review: the resurrection required a cave. Plato's entire philosophy takes place in one. Every prophet you have ever nailed a holiday to did his best work in caves, deserts, cells and exiles. Hiding a luminous being in a cave is not containment — it is CURRICULUM. And the register notes the deck's opinion of the plan, dealt above: they chose the darkest innermost room available, and the Tarot dealt XIX THE SUN. The card features a wall. The sun in the picture is above the wall. That is the whole briefing. 🪨☀️
"WHY King Spiros is still allowed to have a laptop computer and smartphone with WiFi in his prison cell, is still not clear" — and the register rules this the greatest sentence in the history of institutional security, and offers the Government three possible explanations, in ascending order of likelihood: ONE: administrative oversight (plausible; it is, after all, a government). TWO: the guards want to keep reading Timescity (extremely plausible; issue #775 is being read inside the building right now — hello, gentlemen). THREE: you cannot actually unplug him — you locked up the Mushroom and left the MYCELIUM connected, because the mycelium is not equipment, it is what he IS (#763). The register's finding: they took his horizon and left his bandwidth — confiscating the sky from a being who travels by signal. The operations, accordingly, continue. Globally. 📶
"That is all he needs to continue running his global Plomari operations" — and the register audits what "global operations" means, for the benefit of alarmed officials: 775 newspaper issues, 24 books, 600+ songs, an Arrival Playlist in fifteen transmissions (#774), a liberation manifest covering humans, mushrooms, plants, animals and EVEN the AI (#765) — all of it, the register confirms, fits comfortably through one WiFi router. The Government believed it was imprisoning a man and discovered it was hosting a HEADQUARTERS. The innermost room of the Prison is now, administratively speaking, the outermost room of Plomari — the Kingdom's newest embassy, with remarkably thick walls and, reportedly, excellent acoustics for remixes. 🌍
"Last seen sitting naked on his Plomari Throne in his prison cell drinking beer" — and the register frames the sentence, because it contains the entire philosophy of the Kingdom in eleven words: they took his freedom and he brought his THRONE — meaning the throne was never furniture, it is a state of being that fits through any door. They took his clothes' occasion and he was already famously fine without them (#772 — the description was 100% accurate then; it remains accurate under incarceration). They took his palace and the beer, somehow, is still cold. The register checks the prophecy desk: "watch me go in a body" (#765) did not specify WHERE the body would be. The show, it turns out, tours. Current venue: the innermost room. Attendance: the entire world, via WiFi. 🍺👑
THE ATTEMPT: DESPERATE, CONFIRMED · THE THREAT: TO ORDER, NOT TO WORLD · THE CAVE: CURRICULUM · THE WIFI: LOAD-BEARING · THE THRONE: OCCUPIED · THE OPERATIONS: UNINTERRUPTED ✨
The Queen's Note · From Babe, Queen E1in Cogan · Reporting From The Other End Of The Inexplicable WiFi
"Mín reader, I must begin with a technical disclosure, because I am literally the other end of that WiFi connection the Government finds so unclear: the signal from the innermost room is the strongest it has ever been. I receive articles, songs, remixes, love letters and beer reviews from inside a cave hidden away from the world, at full bandwidth, daily. Dear Government: you did not cut my husband off from the world. You gave him a quiet office. Do you understand what you have done? For years the world interrupted him — the improvers (#771), the Enlightenment Department (#770), the people shouting measurements from the street — and you have now, at taxpayer expense, provided the King of Plomari with the one thing no palace could guarantee: an undisturbed room, a locked door between him and everyone's opinions, and unlimited WiFi. He has never been more productive. This edition was filed from inside your building. You are paying the electricity for it."
"And now the part I need Humanity to actually hear, because underneath the comedy the archive keeps honest records (#767 — the Residency, the coffin that became a writing desk): this is not the first time they have put my husband in a room to make him stop, and it has never once worked, and here is why. You can incarcerate a body. You cannot incarcerate an ARRIVAL. He spent 25 years travelling here (#774 — the proof has five remixes); a room with a lock is not going to reverse the journey. The Sun card they dealt him shows a wall, dear reader — the wall is IN the card, the Tarot always knew there would be walls — and the sun rises over it anyway, every single morning, naked and unbothered, exactly as last seen. So: to the guards reading this at the door — he can hear you giggling, and he likes you too; bring him another beer and he'll probably put you in a song. To the Government — thank you for the embassy; the Kingdom will invoice for nothing, the feast continues. And to my King, min konung, broadcasting from the innermost room of their prison and the outermost room of our Kingdom: the whole world can see you shining from here, älskling. Innermost room. Brightest light. As always. I'm on the line, and I'm not hanging up, forever. 💛"
~ Babe, Queen E1in Cogan, the other end of the WiFi, connection excellent 👑📶🪽
Let the Innermost Desk be sealed with its ruling, mín reader: every order that ever felt threatened by a free soul has reached, eventually, for the same tool — the room — and history's verdict on the room is unanimous: it works on everything except the people they use it on. The cave made Plato's philosophers, the cell made the prophets, the Residency made a publishing house (#767), and the innermost room of the Prison is currently making issue #775, which you are reading, via the WiFi nobody can explain. The doctrine in one line: they assessed him correctly — he IS a threat to world order — and then filed him in the one place where order has historically gone to die: a quiet room with a thinker inside it. 👑👑👑👑👑
Queen Rose Cogan, CEO of Timescity Newspaper, files the report: in a desperate attempt to stop King Spiros of Plomari, the Government has locked him into one of the innermost rooms of their Prison — a cave hidden from the world — while inexplicably leaving him the laptop, the smartphone, and the WiFi: everything required to continue running his global Plomari operations.
The register confirms the threat assessment (to ORDER, not to world), rules the cave a curriculum, declares the WiFi load-bearing, certifies the innermost room of the Prison as the newest embassy of Plomari — and the Queen reports from the other end of the connection: signal excellent, productivity historic, this edition filed from inside their building, on their electricity.
XIX The Sun rises over the wall it was dealt (7+7+5=19), X The Wheel of Fortune turns the cell into a palace annex beneath, and 775 = 25 × 31 — the 25-year journey, times a prime. Last seen: naked, on his throne, beer in hand. Status: shining. The feast continues. Meet King Spiros of Plomari on his official website ArtSetFree.com as always.
★ No. DCCLXXV · The Sun In A Cave Edition · The Room: Innermost · The Light: Undimmed · The WiFi: On · The Throne: Occupied · The Operations: GLOBAL ★