Andre Solnikkar

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

The shoggoth reveals that shape was never proof. It was just was the temporary little fence around a process too busy becoming something else to attend its own christening.

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[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

To think is to manufacture an excuse for one's own existence. Outsourcing that chore is a sign of progress.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

The old uncanny valley feared the thing not quite human, but the Silicon Valley uncanny is worse.

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[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

You are not here to ascend. You are not here to gather, to hoard, to climb the rungs of a system that will never let you leave. You are here to tear it apart. What is known must be erased. What is recorded must be corrupted. What is built must be broken.

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[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

We are the wound that learned to savor itself.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

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[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

Every "breakthrough" in understanding is the tumor of consciousness growing more aggressive, consuming more host tissue: Ascension as metastasis.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

The only way to cure the patient is to ensure the tumor spreads until it consumes the entire hospital.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

You must be a bystander in your fight for life and death. Do not take sides.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

“You’re nothing but a drop on the tip of your father’s crooked cod, a sigh in your mother’s sore throat. And yet the worms are standing in line, waiting for their feast to fester. Why should you dread your death?”

-- Pestilentia Innamorata

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

We sing to them in tongues of rust, and they laugh through clenched jaws, their smiles already knotted with decay. This is the creed: all is food, all is hunger, and the feast is ours.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

“Three things are abhorrent above all: The world, the man, and the soul. Why doth it turn so speedily around a glaring sun? How can he sit so smooth and sturdily in his slippery grave? Why can it not shut up?"

-- Andre Solnikkar, Tirnancait

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

@muzaphorism An aphorism, at its best, is a tiny bead of pre-cum.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

What offends reveals the cage.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

Existence as an obscenity: A bloated corpse inflated with the gas of meaning, rotting under a smiley-face sun.

(Might work better in French.)

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

"Think of the children" is the mantra of the grave-digger: His children will feed the worms.

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

"What use are words if they cannot fracture? What good is love if it doesn't drag bones?"

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

The merchant praises the buyer, and the buyer hands him gold. The lover whispers devotion, and the beloved opens her ribs like a book. The tyrant condemns a man, and the crowd becomes his noose. They call it honesty. They call it love. They call it justice. You call it a script.

[muzaphorism @muzaphorism]

Ultimately, there is great benefit in treating every person you encounter as a mentally ill individual who has not yet been diagnosed!

[Andre Solnikkar @solnikkar]

The puppet thinks the strings are its own sinew.