Digital Sweat Slop

It opens as an accusation, and it doesn't let up. In this episode of Source Odes, a spoken-word verse turns on the entire architecture of content culture - the spreadsheets, the metrics, the "personal brand" - naming exactly how a creative soul gets mined, drip by drip, until visions become notifications and art becomes inventory. It's a sonic headtrip with real teeth: aggressive, unflinching, building toward a chorus that refuses to apologise for the rage in it.My art is not your inventory. My dreams are not your generative properties. The episode doesn't stay in anger and grief - it moves toward reclamation, closing on a triumphant reboot: no more validation, no more performing seal, just the fragile 3am poet remembered and reclaimed as a protest song.