Taxed identities

Philosophy is a ghoul that haunts only ruins

Cooking-through the frozen security codes you discover that the universe is an iceberg tip jutting out of chaos, drenched in dark matter.

Life is a problem in search of a solution, added to protobiotic matter as a plane of variation, a continuous falling, auto-escalating over-production crisis from the start.

News programming chokes with radical Islam flaring-off petro-revenues into the pure flame of jihad. Orgasm is impossible after Auschwitz .

Sol-3 capitalism as a real individual.

Information revolution has nothing to do with ideas.

That is what writing is about: time-travel

When I was barely adolescent, the prospect of death flung me into trances; to escape them, I rushed to the brothel, where I invoked the angels. But with age, you become used to your own terrors, you undertake nothing more in order to be disengaged from them, you become quite bourgeois in the Abyss. — And although there was a time when I envied those Egyptian monks who dug their own graves in order to shed tears within them, if I were to dig mine now, all I would drop in there would be cigarette butts.

Few people know love. As a spiritual object, it is above all the prerogative of individuals capable of contemplation, which is why poets and mystics speak of it especially well. Most people mistakenly or deceitfully call it love to find a companion for one reason or another.

You had forgotten having been in the future.

The corrosion of macrotropic technomic automatism switches modernist mega-power investment back to programmatic automomy, bourgeois authoritarian mediocrity, middle-management, giving the law to itself by eliminating everything foreign. Anthropotechnological pseudo transcendence finalises itself into an Asimovian eschatorobotic Jesus-production, techno-skeletalised apocalypse facialisation. "I'll be

back." TQ Judgment Day, Illumination. Reruns draining out all stimulation into digit-crispened anti-black, bleached by the pure, revelatory white light of snow crash absolution, as they annihilate tonal variation in hypermedia conception, reanimate the depleted-uranium claw of neo-fascism, and prepare for jungle-war.

cyber-serk

You can't touch without being touched.

social megamachinery

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