Dead Meat is a factory formed by valued people, maybe a bit presumptuous, but good-hearted. We want to:

a) improve things in the world
b) talk about things in the world
c) learn to observe things in the world.

In the Era of the images, clothing is the medium to do this. "To Hear people talk is like planting nails with a Stradivari".
Verbal language is about to leave the scene to the language of images. Dead Meat feels this, the precog in his entourage is sure about it.

Dead Meat was born in 2005. Trying to explain what it means is a useless and annoying matter. You should know that Burroughs and his Naked Lunch are involved, as well as Goethe with his spiritual exercises, or some polar stars as Zola, Camus, Wallace and Cezanne, Caravaggio, Stuntman Mike and Marlon Brando...thanks to these individuals Dead Meat began to hope and observe.

Dead Meat wants to find a method, describing his journey through clothes. But this is not enough. It is also a survey instrument among the Web Society. Thanks to the Web things have changed, radically. The new creatures of the Web go at a supersonic speed, keeping themselves at a superficial level. They use images, which allow a rapid and apparently more efficient use of everything. Like, I saw a movie, I got it. This has so much to do with property, and power of course. But in this world it happens that you own a bit of many things. I have the same problem. I do a lot of things myself and by putting them together I obtain a conclusion which is often arbitrary, twisted, incoherent. Andoften it is not even a conclusion due to its derivative, exhausted, mortal, nonsensical ethic.

Desperately lonely and abandoned we'll apologize to our nation and to the others in advance.

Nematode.