Such threats of violence could become a strategy of disgruntled workers, who have detained managers at factories across the country in recent months in a spate of so-called "bossnapping" incidents. War and conflict are the the remainders of simulation, the cyrptic-death of the real. Legal processing, combat, oppositionality in politics and in games, competition, if not post-human reactions to the damage caused by simulating reality they are models of it. Militarism is itself a product of simulation; the war waged on the illusion, battle against the logic of simulacra. As the world becomes more and more pseudofied by information networks and the complexities of new legalities in security discourse, the heating up of civil unrest and conflict on all levels of language and society - the survival instinct (id, superego) become interfussed and inseperable from the order dictated by the intellect (ego), now driven by warish intention, the ego draws upon all the old hopes and values of the social and the sensual. Such values as opportunity, protection, security, civility, these now become the shell, the makeup that covers (without separation of it's elements) the elements of the ego or rather the reverse - the ego covers up the other two. Now indistinguishable, there is no functioning psychology, the logic of the mind is now in exterior drives, and it freely exploits humanity to the ends of it's own snakey-logic of innocence.
A budgee bite (attacked by my budgee)
Rising mayhem (will any survive?)
The heat radiance spreads up from the earth
Educate the mug
Do not allow fissure to occur in the crust
Digby evil in a yogurt to spill on all
Sicle fever! no more with the sicle fever
Feed death feed death give no sicle fever
Give wrenching illness, give horrid omenicy
Water on disc - actual salty water is eating error corecting surface
Reverse the complicity band <there is axhaust fumes, that these exghaust fumes rise, that polarian contractions give way to this pheomena is one of which our flesh is responsible merely to absorb>. The duck army found a hopping banshee and knocked up the banshee. There was no further response from the afftermath that came to feed off the badger-skunk mutants ssecret army. Everyday is a new life. when there is more tie to figure out how to write fsster on a fucking annoying kwyoard then maybe madness wouldnt develop as a result of proximity of face to board plus screen holographic eye fucking damage. Beware of securitistic way of folk me lorder. Make-of-water the hitting insignations of a hijacked semiosphere. You need to see a neurologist, an electrician, a Pavolovian psychologist, and someone who can burn you a new CD. The repetoire of the cipher is not universalizable. Space does not consume it's own dust maid. Without some level of relaxation no pujorative legality will account for the earnest efforts to battle the negentropic cipher. Psychophantic mechanization from the sinomatic relay. Emergence, madness, agency, existenz, technomancy. Globality is state of the contaminance that we call semiosphere. Conflicting truths, conflicting realities - it's globality that brings us to these. Conflict itself is a state design geopolitical obsession. Both these are intellectual dedications enacted by militaries that go beyond material world. Stroke is capable of taking one from here. Nothing stops the animals warm blooded thrust for technical-prosthesis, the nanomous vapour spirit animates his thought process as does the ongoing bust. Once the place was a gambling market, a syndicalized reality of communicational prophecy. Written on the cosmic hardrive 'SYNDICATED REALITY SPECTRUM'. Free gambling machine use, loose all gain some. Triangulated beyond the birthing plunum- suspended in the complex agricultural base, beyond the effects of phase-glitch puffdiving. Rimmed zoning of space is soon to be. Information crux. Bio-energetics investigates the contributing health risk associated with physiological effects from interactions involving externally applied electro-magnetic stimuli, either as a matter of intentional use or environmentally-imposed factors. What must I do and for how long must I do it for? The time cell continues on this way beyond the avante gardist dreamtime of mid-80s Euro-Armenian surreality. All those patient monkeys who waited for commitment, as the machine devoured us. In the dreamscape there is hope once and for all (then the solvent world man has created from his impecible logic beckons a controlled reaction of wakefull participation.) There is no freedom as of yet. Still the tormentation of the people of the land like the savage in Goya's Colossal who is no doubt chained to a space of inactive solitude forced to accept his freedom by the opressed landowners. The continual calculation of finite numbers in the cell of indefinite tommorows and forgotten yesterdays. There can be no movement only the morning cramps induced by obsessive yoga. No I dont think she got it buddy. She didn't get it? (no shes still off in her lah lah land with all the other troubles that led to this situation). No respobnsibility! Just a radical syndicated society full of trained peasants and expendable sheeplings. Do any of them have any real sense of culture or social fabric atoll? Because it is all a game of logical circularity, the hopeless test, the learned fool who thinks he is capable of judgement. No position in the world can ever garnish a subjection to it's principled reasonings. The asusmotion that every position holds the memory, the keys, to it's historical wisdom is utterly foolish. For every cognizance, for every head full of a perspective initiated upon what it experiences, for every micromachine who invests their sense of judegment on the social trends of this genetic culture, there is a finite rejection of state. All of these systematized views slotted in ignorant separation from the whole universe of responsible truth from the history of respectability, accomplished fact, reason and reaction, ''somebody" doesn't mean anything these day's. Nothing escapes existential-phenomenological fallibility at the root of life. Torn from existence, desocialized by the benefaction of cybernetic speech culture. Out performed by death, out perfomed by carelessness, out perfomed by the ocean that suffocates every bigger fish.
There is it would seem to be no stopping at all untill every last vessel of transmittable concept has been outmoded by the scientific-biological politics of interpreting the potentials of future humanity. For the future of humanity is allready disposed of in the politics of interpretation in biological science and bilogical statistics that operate at the finest levels in the social state of the world. Life ceases to develop accordingly, with the empty shimmer of opportunitism blinding the organic image, blinding taoistic reason from the source of life beyond the confines of any praxis. Nobody with a clean heart wants to share a room with George Washington anymore. Was there any such thing as opportunity? Wasn't it originally just the joyous platidudes of machines? A synthesis of technological-effective primate semantics. In otherwords the plea is an enactment wielded from human madness. You must support your govorner, supply the representationality of comfort, collective national spirit etc. But there is no unconditional sense, as soon as responsible natural virtue begins to flow all the plots of derision and the lighting of the explosive fuse here and there make their mark, show themselves (even in the face of a fearless destructive power.) The scamer, the pretender, the one who sent to measure and insure (by a partial simulation at best) everything in it's value could scoff off a worthless half value reply. Enough can never be said regarding these dead things. Indiginous religion has prevailed for years, the dominant culture of human death and all the crass that remains in it's erudition, in it's ascent to freedom. The variability of original created form, a simulation that set itself to copy and pattern the surrealist object, the randomness of the real, on it's very principle, approachig the simulacrum of incomplete randomization. Put on a pedestal as a bonus in the market of excused reasons. reasons to nullify the law, reasons to nullify human life, speech and fullfilment of purpose.
Decades pass in this mode. The goodness within slowly waxes and wanes away, giving way to an impasse with the sterility of the system, belief in it's cleanlieness, it's escapism, it's sinless syndication of raw thermal fact - tricked by information, linearized and proped up on the hook of time and lifted to the ultimate smolder. The Aristotelian machine never did die, it kept rotating in the matriarchical conjugation of emergent reasoning and emergent cyber-humanic agency. Systematizing the show for androids to judge, providing processed judgement to a farm full of cattle manipulated by the hands of their devices, men born of genetic fabrication in the cosmic soup; lied to about legal process. Telecommunication stepped over psychoanalysis where it is now not possible to validate the effectiveness of the method on all those robotized neurotic freaks that still dwell in the ransid sewers, all temporality dissolved, flowing nowhere. Even down-to-earth communicating, or heart-to-heart discussion is a cybernetic tuning device made to orient the subject to a power notion. Purchase a tested and tried reality scenario, a satellite system full of computing models sending out their deterencies on every front, buy or better be a figment of simulation. Throw away modernity by sterilizing it, pretend that hypermodernism is modern, forgett about postmodern utilities, supplant the logic to wipe away all the utensils of benefit, supplant the logic to wipe away all that is negligable so that negligence may overturn the holon of a good thing once begun. Take minor criticism of initial positive steps as a reason to abolish them so that no growth may occur. Theorize to the ends of your wits and use theory to inject abolision into society saying that it simply wasn't meant to be that way, perfect imperfection with dirty utensils wiping away all perfection in the process, sponsor this and call this progress. Gain control, consent, innovate on consented methods by disrupting the peak experience, ending the peak experience, calculate and model the downfall and wrap this up into a binding defensive for future nullification. History never stops re-enacting it's sins, constantlly putting into motion the politics of historical errors, elucidating systems of social welfare that will go by the banner of contemporary wisdom (such as downward-causation) yet only promote and respect the same old fragmented biases of the past. Make sure your schismatics and charletains are aware of themselves and act out phases of trial and error so that proof can be derived that there is such a thing as modernity.
Fabricate the illusion of purchasing positivity by manipulation so that good people feal like they depend of the fallen consents of society for good will is now dependant on the defence of social class. Nobody could ever see anything, it all ran through the clockwork of the man who holds on to your voting slips. It is his wisdom that must run through good analysis of intention, one must perform on his ballot without recognition of the obvious. that he stands in the midst of an orbital system, just one microsystem of a finite set all interacting with partial holonomy of agreement and an isolated ignorance of the whole and all that it knows. There is no point in pretending or even of focusing on any one practicum of value-purpose, that teleonomy of any kind of secular vision is broken by the eventual global wisdom of the secular now, the recipient polist must eventually admit his game of defending the state rather than accepting the union and keeping the state clean. For those moments in history when such gratitude was socialy acceptable, before the mass crossfire of global tangents entangled the process towards overdevelopment. Astronautics died to the political propogation of this developmentalism as a national interest of tellecomunications industries with the rise of internet. Organic, inquisitive and intelligent science, the practical magic of the imagination put into effective technoologies, all of these spirited ideas never got the attention of any generation of adventitious corporate enterprise. They were absorbed for their facticity and purchased, consolidated, so that big buisness could continue, leaving past generations of enterpreneurs in debt. I watched it all, felt the furvour of internationalist advance, back when the subdivision of corporate technologies meant greater spread of contact, the end of the cold war, the decentralization of communications; now it is nothing more than a political-linguistic tromp de'oele for the political economy of media simulation, a mass frenzy of ass-aholics ready to bite the first piece of fake meat that enters their fishbowl like a group of pirhannas. Enticing this frenzenic mayhem (what signifies the same activity complex as combat zones in a simulated virtual boxset reality), givenway to this mayhem by coding linguistic power to some destiny defined by it's transformation in the circuit logic of Laplacian operators. Systematic knowledge is worshipped, and this is what is so fascinating to intellectual minds. We are not interested in the systematic just for the sake of systematizing the linguistic circuit, we aren't even brought to alternate ideas or introspect on what kind of knowledge about systematic constructs can enlighten; not the systematic, not the systematic architecture of how systemic information is embeded or organized, that framework has allready been framed in various discourses. We look at the architecture between the systematized, we do not divulge on fruitless knowledge-building schemas to investigate how to rule the logic of a game. It is the architecture of system as a composition of enumerable systems with all their economic and political errors of representation, the ultimate gestalt of what it all insunuates provides a map of the overall intentionality of a species. We will now spend years of uninterupted time working to hack this new confinement where random process expands in confinement, expanding the space of confinement. How much time must pass before any one moment returns to being a moment?
How many machines must die from inferiority complex before the speed of processing returns to an average. In irrational Disneyland of suspicious existentialism we interpret states of affairs, summate them, give impartial data, distort the intentions and the chain of events, then affter our little interpretation we transform the raw data into an artform, applying instances of sponteneity with the stroke of method, then we entitle this work as something historic to attach in the chain of dramatizations and lies. Each for every vindication of incorporated genetics. Suffocating balance by it's ratio, we syndicate everything to defend our immediate faulty consciousness, grabbing on to the Skinnerian, Bergsonian, Watsonian idea of our political necessity to be in this process, this market of men and machines. Dependant forever on the glam of repose, the government that owns your ego and all the other psychological components. Forever assigned to a pseudo-power of lust and supression, polemical indaviduation, far left or far right, syndicated or serving a hidden agenda. The great unconscious is a dessert of speculation, thematizing history and virtualism where people taste test possible futures as a lifestyle. In a sequence of positings the child grows up to become a syndication of his culture, accepting all the fabrications of Way, including the wisdom of death. Cultural growth has ceased, at once some residue of truth could be reclaimed by a customary set of ideals now stagnates in suspence waiting for the regeneration of a process that had ended a slow death. Nothing for the future of idle salivation will be left. The future of syndicated bullshit has allways loomoed over all heights of energetic awareness, a stupid clown still waves and perpetrates his act, only now everywhere you go this clown has left his stains, his beastial mark sits in the center of every citizen. The course of events can never be reveened or the slate wiped clean without conditions; there is allways a lingering responsibility wether it's to the psychology of self determination or the conviction that besets this verbal war. Allways histories pass and demolish themselves based on this lingering omenic time bomb that refuses to be oppened for deactivation. Like the mime who carries the abuse of his caretakers without memory or reconciliation, all his acts are imbued with the methodology of executing a destructive vengence on humanity, he is a perpetual, unconscious, time bomb waiting to annihilate his audiance. Nobody would suspect the mimesis of his revenge, that his silence signifies the act of terror. For one locked into this place the reallization of titanic philosophy, the overbearing monstrosity of truth (which is how you must cope in the day to day) crushes the capacity to manage such truth within these constraints, social , environmental and otherwise. Has it not allways been this way? Still very little humanity survived once we were over the 80s. Now the situation is like necromancy, you can only tell the future by the manner and direction in which the dead are situated, by the omens of their inrefferentiable political and ideological speech. None of which refferences any intention of truth or reality anymore.
We absolutely must stop developing, culturally, and commercially, just stop. Commercial development of technology for public entertainments and cultural development and fusion all should just retire now - progress was completed in the 80s. We will never recover. Period. We will never recover healthy social ties with the current attitude STILL, even affter all the derrangement, we remain this way with this shallow social attitude, even affter this whole demonstration and war, the bullshit show continues on playing the same retard cards he was playing in 2001. How to settle? How to fucking settle down now? How may we settle this, how may we settle down into fucking history, the big war ended, then we had all this fistfucking insanity with vietnamme and the gulf and iraq. It's about time we settle????? Can we plossibly settle? can we get cosmic existence help here??? is it possible to unwind the thermal outlaw? Why can't we ever just settle, I mean the continuation of this dice throwing and market advance and prices continuaing to inflate and wars really when will this dumnshit monkey learn to settle down???? You get the last line of mutations and then you gotta figure that its going nowhere, it has no alibi, it cant push for further redeptions, it's whole state of cognizance is ill and enstatic - there is no act of power on their behalf it is all machinated and without concrete horizon; a herd of bulls that dont stop untill they are gunned down. Nobody understands fully in retrospect (at least as an ephigy - we have suprisingly vast knowledge) how this random backscatter we are looking at; the ....
Ive been told to entrust the maleficience of others, ive been told I have no choice, ive been told to sit here while the system works itself out. Waiting in awe as the disease of socialism spreads ammongst the masses giving the irresponsible name of cancer an astronomical home in the stars, in the cold dead of space where we continuously die over and over in rewinding all the experiences of life untill finally we must burst into eternal flames. Pay heed good warning to those sleepless dreamers content on watching the clockmaster run his game on your little planet. For at once it will be Yahweh who shall send his bombers into the sky to drop serenade on the people who barrowed time without returns. Their unholy conglomeration of deception, their machinist reality of microbiological industry, of micromen and micromachines, all this hard effort will be deconstituted by the one highest law of the supernal universe. Before the system of men has a chance to tap it's own wisdom by the intellectual device
Something has been thrown to the mind, all love, all empathic states will be desisted, the falsifiers can have their dramatized love shows as a stimulus. But remembering that all stimulus which is packaged in this irresponsible run-off echoes precisely that cold the fragile irresponse of Skinnerian stimulus-response psychology, awaiting the warm reaction/response from the test subjected society. Since the true nature of this bailout is to model economic response and a test to see where people choose their investments all predicated on initial constraints of bankruptcy the mechanism, the remainder, is the normal distribution i.e. the natural result of throwing random money at empty economic entities that is entities that have overbanked their economic status. The elite economists and market professionals and other agencies that withold capital place investiture on where this fluxant economic state will level in the various programmed terms of active spending. This becomes the capitalist devision system of market gambling functioning now in a random enviornment seeking to corrupt the control instruments of a keynesian ideology by the random illusion of interventions. You see the natural flow of economy allways distributes wealth at the top, by stimulus, all investments can't escape their being capital. Only by placing protective measures on this mechanical cash feed is it possible to see a downward hierarchy of cash distribution in the investment cycles for each years flow. Surely the world economic situation is a technological problem, surely this has less to do with socioeconomic principles gone haywire and more to do with the impeding status of technological advance wether we are thinking in terms of microelectronics, optics or industrial instruments. The very programming of this 'collapse' is ushered in before the event spoiler (bailout) hits the HD screens as it is fed into perpetual speculation by it's own logic, a logic of random variables timed in reaction to eachother and clocked into their magnitudes by small addjustments suggested by the established giants of economist world. The socioeconomic dimension must insist on receiving share hours for entering into Xenophanes.