22 'Posts' Using Virgil Abloh's 3% Rule
'We have money', he cracked.
Virgil Abloh’s 3% rule is that you don’t need to develop the whole idea, you just need the hint (the 3%).1 In an age of unreading and compressed social curves, when nobody really reads anything or likes writing, let’s reduce 22 posts to their Virgil percentile.
A Post About The Viper Room Or The Mathematical Absolute (V)
River Phoenix was really good at just hanging out2 according to Samantha Mathis, this is what being in V, the sign for the mathematical absolute in absolute formal ontology, must be like, since one knows really one waits on nothing, one merely hangs out, across centuries, for theorems that will be proven to be proven (they will be, in V; they are that of which the place of the absolute and its levels is). ‘Leo told me he saw River the night he died, before he went to the Viper Room, . . . ’
A Post About Being ‘Quirked Up’
The ‘quirked up’ idiom was p much born in this soph thread on April 18th, 2020, 4:20pm, per the wretched worm post on Oct 17th, 2020, 1:37pm, which is to say the Covidian has only one date division, pre and post ‘quirked up’-ness.3 Quirked up means . . . extinctophagic bliss, as here. But impossible for you to (fully) know what it means (yet).
Like A Virgin/Post About Losing (Mine)
Post about how and when I lost my virginity. I lost my virginity when I was ~twenty with an anorexic Japanese supermodel called Kimiko in her studio on Rue des Quatre Vents in the 6th arrondissement of Paris while listening to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars such that whenever I happen to see the cover of that album now I think about getting pussy for the first time. Do boys lose their virginity? It wasn’t like nobody had touched me before. I was the atavistically placid and angelically reticent type (others call it ‘shyness’) so I had girls who were much older than me leave their boyfriends to write me love letters. On that night I had something like beginner’s luck. The album had to be played several times. The song on at first fuck was ‘Five Years’.
A Post About The Canary Islands
They are on same latitude as Florida i.e. super clement year round. Clemency reminds me of eternal mercy, obvs. I went there on summer holidays as a kid. Telepathic closeness with such islands, sun creature, the Saharan, I id hard as Aztec (the stars are a sextillion suns). Visiting in 2018 I planned to buy my end-of-life-hideout quick, redoubt, craziness to come. What I could not quite have expected has changed all that. The last time in something like history to have been there in that way?
End Of Times Actually Is End of Space Qua Locality (Post)
End of times actually is end of space qua locality, end of environments i.e. locations that boost territoriality, aberration of intelligence. This is a central idea or The Central Idea of the present that nonetheless seems to go missing. Brassier’s ‘truth of extinction’ and Moynihan’s Enlightenment Concept of Extinction are subject to writing (amnesia). The best accounts of this ‘concept’ are therefore the best accounts of writing and inscription (de Man, Derrida, Cohen).
Post About Gilmore Girls Theory of How Women Choose Men
A post in which I say I think the Harpo Marx pizza party at Yale scene in ‘Jews and Chinese Food’ s05e15 is based because it shows you the real Rory before she compromises with Logan. This is the Harpo Marx Rory, post Dean and sort of mid-Jess but not yet fully slow-early-midlife-Logan-burnout. Really she wants Harpo like we all do, because any good harpist, like Joanna Newsom, knows that the best thing is to be married to a Jewish comic (coming is a type of laughing (timing?)). Or laughter is the best pizza, by which I mean of the mystic kind, but all girls end up with a Logan when really they just want Harpo (to give a fuck?), and the universal ‘girl’ wants Dzogchen and to be accepted for the too much is never enough. (Anyway, the messages for Marty are waaayyyy too mixed.4)
Lana Del Rey’s Cover Of ‘For Free’ Post
LDR cover of Joni is almost her best song? Her voice is better than anyone thought, or something. I vibe with Lana Del Rey because like her I only get more and more beautiful (‘Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.’). When she stops pretending to be LDR she sings ‘For Free’, claims to have no need of a persona, but the whole point of Chemtrails is how to go back and become who you now never can be (nobody). Here she does that. It’s a universal song in the sense Stockhausen improvisingly meant when he said ‘and it is impossible to think for the people who have played up till now something that has my name that I would not have existed or that I would not exist, and the fact they they know I exist and think that I exist and that what they are doing has something to do with my name leads to specific things . . . ’.5 (The Weyes Blood verse is like Young Thug only ‘Hookah’.)
A Post About Pussy
Nobody has ever really written about pussy. Sure, men have written about sex and fucking, and even about ‘the pussy’, but how about pussy itself? One girl had a pussy that was so perfectly beautiful I passed back in and out of existence like only Jesus Christ could. It made heaven look retarded. Now imagine what Dasha means by ‘like an Angels Pussy’. She wanted to look in my blue eyes when we fucked but when I looked in her eyes all I could see was her perfect pussy. It engulfed me. I was overwhelmed by time in all its purity, bone-white time. There used to be a band called ‘Perfect Pussy’ and all their artwork was white and virginal. I once wrote a post about them and then deleted it forever. But perfect pussy is what it is. Some cocks are like that too. Jason Brown is a great artist. When Heidegger said technology completes metaphysics he probably meant one or two HD porn scenes from around 2016 I could name but won’t. Pussy rules, but never in that way.6
Heaven 2022
tbh the angelicist canon is user-0, bod, 500, monker178: they all understand what this thing is. The translation is more ultimate. The translators are beyond the poets.
A Post About KMS
‘Gonna kms’ now means yes yes to an iterated universe. Suicide is exchange and it is impossible.7 This is a matter of profound affirmation as everyone knows. In dms when my friends say that, I know what they mean. In 2019 it might still have meant, a little bit, ‘I feel depressed’ and ‘I have vaguely serious/seriously flirtatious suicidal ideations’. By 2020 it means something else, certainly nothing to do with death. In 2021, since extinction has replaced the experience of death, by the same gesture it replaces suicide. There is no conversation to be had, we post and post until we extinct. We post and post until we see there was no need to do so. There never will have been any point in posting anything. Suicide has always been a non-decision. Under present conditions, it is hardly recognisable. The Internet is exactly the right effulgence we needed to end this shit called Language. Don’t cry until the end.
Post About The Scary of Sixty-First
Yeah and the sex scene is like so ughh empty at best compared to the crab video. Not that I find the crab video sexual esp. I like the opening credits and I like some of the Anglo elements, and I like the fact it was made
Post About Good Advice
The most important thing is to avoid giving anyone good advice, especially so late in the day, when the future is simply not a thing. In human affairs, ‘as Shakespeare knows’, giving the best advice has no relevance to us. People are only interested in passions and mistakes, until they become tired. Unless they are already boring, which means they have been following their own good advice for way too long. People are keen on crypto in the same way an addict finds an addiction to x sustainable by addicting to y. Tbh in ten years BTC won’t matter because there will be nothing to spend it all on, except takeout. But that’s no advice at all.
Post About How This Shit Will Get Way Worse
Covid is an extinction virus, we all forget this. There is no cure at all.
Post About The ‘Goodnight Dodger’ Moment In ‘Nick & Nora/Sid & Nancy’, s02e05, 30 October 2001
It’s like when the music cuts out at the end, a month after 9/11, and that’s the that of that, Jess is done, that was awesome and sad, but at the same time the whole mistake of Gilmore Girls was in not knowing how to re-iterate that moment. ‘Any place you naturally wouldn’t find a coin’ means anal sex is prohibited, and all and none available entry points closed down, like the future. Basically Rory wants to fuck her mum.
Post About The Concept of Love-Reading As Opposed To Hate-Reading
I remember a sentence about ‘the jouissance of spending a day online hate-reading because you don’t know what else to say or do at the end of a world’. That seems to make some kind of sense, but our focus must soften. You might say that I no longer, if any of us ever did, buy the idea of the unitary end of the world (two definite articles too many). Somehow that has softened like time may soften or changed like a willow tree in the wind of the open intelligence of pure mind tangled in other spaces and genres. Let us say now we are reading more with quirked up soph and worm, all in all good inner clemency, and that we enjoy reading the Others’ likes, and that we are love-reading at a non-reifiable and reiterable end of a and the universe. Let us say something like ‘I will love loving reading you until the last moment of time.’
Post About Dasha and Lena, i.e. ‘Lena Dunham Rubens no one says that’
This post would be like hmmmmn I mean we need to be grateful, like I remember when u2 lol became super unfashionable when they did the free album with apple and everyone went on about it for years and years but the thing is u2 actually made 1-2 songs that everyone will remember forever and the same with lena dunham we should be grateful she did her thing, it was great seeing her beautiful big body having weird sex with adam on tv with my parents, it could have been a breakthrough moment but noooooooo no no no no we cant have that, we wouldnt let rubens happen live on the tv
Long Analytic Post About That Bitch Editor At Lacanian Ink Josefina Ayerza
I wrote the editor of Lacanian Ink called Josefina last year with what seemed to me the great idea of using Dasha’s tweet of herself reading Lacanian Ink on her lap as the cover of a future edition of Lacanian Ink, which I proposed I would edit since, I said, I felt the journal needing bringing into the modern day so that it could escape its own extincto-Millerian cartel, as was Lacan’s own intention with his final papers on Oedipus and dissolution. This insane retard ugly bitch Josefina, who it seemed from pictures on Instagram was hardly as Disneyesque in her beauty as Dasha hence the immediate envy transference none of us least of all a dumbo-Gotho-Lacanianass like her will admit, immediately prohibited the request with a single line in CAPS. She didn’t realise that I had been half-trolling Lacanian Inc I mean Ink itself, which I then continued to analytically do, pretending not to be able to write plain English in further emails. I played the retard to disinvest her attachment to her post-Lacanian pussy party incorporated and all for free. To take back Dasha’s beauty and
indeed her mole as revenge against herself and not me she then posted the cover I had produced as if her own on Facebook with my name attached misspelled slightly elsewhere, like ‘ouch’. This just now is how one day it will look. Insert extended comment about the word ‘lap’.8
Post About The Virus And Animality
Speculate that the virus partly came from the breakdown of biogenetic boundaries in human/animal kingdoms, whether bats or not, and that ‘the’ animal is going extinct faster than us but that will quickly take us with it, nobody talks about this but it can only mean more viruses, and that the virus is becoming vaccine-resistant as a function of spiralling co-extinctions, so that we have to think travel will fade irreversibly as possibility, lockdown will be general all across the world for decades, terminal borders, drawbridge effects, a civilizational split deepened, hence the gold rush for crypto, lethal cupidity, and so on. But it won’t make any difference. Only the inner pricelessness does. Dzogchen.
When Finality Coincides With End of Anthropic Space Time
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Post About British Poetry
My American friend wrote me to say ‘just wanted to let you know that my copy of Civilization 5 arrived a mere four days after I ordered it, while my copy of Prynne 2020 from Equipage has yet to arrive after two months’. Equipage is a small press in Cambridge that only takes cheques.
Post About Axx
The lowdown on axxturel is that this dude read Schopenhauer and each track he makes is a spell. And if you like the spell it lives w you forever.
Post About Virgil’s 3%
When will the world population reach one trillion, and after that, perhaps, several trillion? When or if that happens, given the sheer number of cerebral monads on the planet and the massive sum total of available academic labour-capital, whether casual or state sanctioned, the scriptive hive-mind will have reached a determined over-saturation point: any possible subject thinkable will with increasing probability have been thought of and developed already by somebody or some machine else, thus challenging the need not just for the academic unit, but for the development itself of any idea from zero to fruition (ideation will be out of time). In other words, sheer demographics is the first and perhaps last indicator of universal intelligence. An analogy would be with Kanye’s ‘zero-touch’ or the ‘Fashion-AI’ of Virgil Abloh or Masa Son’s ‘$Infinity billion’. For, nothing will be needed except the three per cent.
Don’t make a new trainer, but tape the idea onto an outmoded shoe and put to one side. Repeat until we rediscover bare feet on grass.
Read the whole thread here from start to finish. It has to do with music and the ‘quirky’ and a certain ‘wow she is literally me’.
Tell me about it, Stockhausen, bro.
Still, got no pussy now. I’m my own? I haven’t had any in a while. Did I give up? Don’t need none. Had enough for a lifetime. Make space and time your pussy. Google me next century retard.
Haven’t you noticed that Low IQ Mark Fisher isn’t dead?
Far be it from the analyst to remember ‘I’ am the one who dissolved everything and was on top. By definition I passed; they did not. R.I.P. Juliette Labin.
Father One, Kant; fur eye cunt ... for real I cannot further icon it!