T-monsters, queer delinquents, and lesbo-vampiric cyborgs. Gender and queerness can become an open liberatory force by embracing the difference, fluidity, and subversiveness of identity to reclaim queerness as a militant force that corrodes and infects society and politics.
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The machine builds itself with alienation
@kitsumute The mind as a constellation of reason-augmented faculties drawn by perception of the Outside (turning inside).
But this augmentation of its neuroplasticity is contingent, human users in human societies mould it based on their limits and function..but contingency always reigns
@xenocosmography The silence we hear is the emptiness of an intensity. In the lifeless clouds we see reflections of dieties, the unimaginable enters as all or as nothing.
@hamptonism The Outside affects us. Machinations like the distant ripples of gravity, pushing us to limits. The leaks of unknown unknowns into the human, but only ever as an already-gone gust of wind. A brief encounter with fleetingness.
@kitsumute Heat always rises.
Vermin had found the fluid essence of heat in noise and resonated in its incoherency.
Bur heat always rises.
Now the turing-cops radicalize noise into their models and feed off it.
Sanctified incoherency
@Holy_Caligula mfw my desire to erotically disintegrate into the outside retriggers my drive to self-preservation so I can infintely expire myself into the abyss over and over
@tenshi_anna 'Tragic horror' is just the effect of the incoherency the outside rains down on humanness and any attempt to center that which is immanent
The necros' failed assault of a techo-singularity collapse..
a new machinic organicism was found to fester among its ruins..
The polis was a mirage to the sub-surface mass of organs constructing liberatory terror..
Cybernecroplis is no more
The Vermin mass of organs rises..
back from the cyber-gnosis swamp of nothingness~~
upcoming zine about eroticizing with the cosmic absolute, found by existentially connecting with unconnectedness..
and a theology of lostness, a gnostic relief; the divine-nothingness..
Wrapped in my Cold Nerves I Find Melody
Cyber-gnosis, the false dawn of analogue reality.
The machinery of the world is slowly decaying.
And the Anti-god hiding in the Sun reveals us as waste-flesh.
What does spinal fluid taste like?
Decay Brings Mana
We are all Wired into Cyberia now
We experience the machine which has bled to death
We are cold for cables,
and we lust for the smell of electricity.
We force symbiosis between cables and flesh
May the loneliness of escape realize itself soon
RELEASE OF OUR NEW ZINE:
⚫𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬⚫
"It arrives from the Abyss...a tentacle-spined sludgy deteriority of anguish-augmented ingestion."
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