KANYE MIGHT HAVE STAYED QUIET LIKE A DOT IN THE SNOW WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD CAME KNOCKING

The Honor Yvel 'what is a reading' IG story (full tape) introduction. Skip to the bottom for the 25 minute tape.

WHY U STILL ON TIK TOK BRUH

Behold, I come quickly! Blessed is he that keepeth the sayings of the prophecy of this book.—Revelation 22:7

Bruhh, it’s easy as fuck to tell when someone is a Tik Tok Lil Shine fan and whoever invented Substack needs to kill himself. Like remember Archilochus, who uncovered iambic poetry throughout the sense-surround of his rage, making the whole history of poetic intelligence into a trial-run for Kanye’s TMZ ‘rants’, when they were on-as?

TikTok lied to us, the vibe shift lied to us, meepcore lied to us, angelicism01 is a 63 year old toxic male white bride and she lied to us, what was that you said about the culture, bruhh, the culture, and how to kill its Janus-faced hoes?

DIO IN DA BRETT KAVANAUGH SECOND GOOGLE DOOR

Dio Chrysostom, who was part of the Second Sophistic school of Greek philosophers which reached its peak in the early 2nd century, said that Archilochus the wrathful one started by censoring himself.

Like, if you wanna save the culture, bruh, maybe it’s time to get out of the way, including killing off this whole ass angelicism01 head ass cheugy insult-everyone-horseshit and pretty much everyone else this time (literally no self-prisoners).

THAT’S WHAT ANGELICISM IS

God speaks through me but that means I am in the way.

For of the two poets who for all time deserve to be compared with no other, namely Homer and Archilochus, Homer praised nearly everything, but Archilochus went to the opposite extreme, to censure; seeing, I suppose, that men are in greater need of this, and first of all he censures himself and thus winning for himself the highest commendation from heaven. 

Notice how Dio Chrysostom says that Archilochus first of all censures himself and wins out in heaven by doing so. By inventing rage in iambs, Archilochus also invents the mathematical congruence of self-abjection as the precursor of universal critique that unlocks heaven inside (out) against (all) conventional gatekeeper’s grabby propriety cheugy ass head whole ass type thing.

LET’S REPEAT

Even so, Amen . . .

If you wanna safeguard the culture, bruhh, by killing off all those who threaten it, make sure you start or at least implicate yourself, and that way you will have the assurance of heaven.

Which you do. For that is what Angelus Novus will have done.

Is that part of our set theory?

Interestingly, Badiou called this method ‘the terror of the matheme’, as if a certain degree of terror is indeed necessary to keep the ubilapsers from getting too far into the Dimes Square castle thot empty empire lot.

You are too Empire, my last Jewess, and we shall have to tell the whole tale.

A Reading, That Can’t Be Good

If we don’t kill Honor Yvel soon they’ll die and we’ll have to invent them as the zoomed up Shakespearian Kwisatz Haderach cheugy ass whole head ass clone they already are.

Like sometimes you just gotta take account of what’s going and what going is and what’s going on with both of them. For example, bladee has already peaked artistically but no one’s ready to hear it, and Chief Keef is ass by now but nobody’s ready to hear it.

Your heart is breaking out of your chest and wants to cry in tears on every podcast in the world and yet nobody is ready to hear it.

Why is angelicism still writing this blog? Like, sometimes Thot Breaker is only good because it nearly sounded mainstream in 2017. Maybe Trump did that shit, I don’t know. Few—if any—are they who never become their own cheugy-ass connoisseur. Kanye had no need to make a single sound in the snow.

CHOPPED YVEL

In her Instagram story of three Saturdays ago—in fact 5am the next morning, a Sunday therefore—chopped up Yvel is like Kurtz in Heart of Darkness except instead of saying ‘the horror, the horror’ she says ‘the culture, bruhhh, the culture’.

Damn, what kind of warning and admonition is this? A culture, that can’t be good. A vibe shift culture, how very very very very gay.

Every single word in this Yvelian ‘story’, which is 25 mins long, is saturated with suspended ‘meaning’. When Yvel says ‘culture’ she doesn’t mean the culture, when she says ‘bruhhh’ she doesn’t just mean ‘bro’, when lowiq says ‘leave society’ she doesn’t mean the book, and when she says ‘gatekeeper’ she doesn’t mean Chris Kraus and Precious Okoyomon, those cheugy ass gatekeepers like that.

WHEN I SAY YOU’RE GAY THAT MEANS YOUR A CHEUGY ASS DESSERT NAZI

First of all, what is a Reading?

Let’s pretend to be able to chop this video up into pieces, lol. Level one, there’s a kind of fake and rejected psychologism streaking it like a skunk that lost its sense of smell from a 2022 COVID variant chasing through a dream in a cheese shop.

Apparently not invited to a New York ‘salon’ reading, pauvre Yvel adopts a Saturday night crash-space position and ironically meta-bitches the fuck out, ‘just kidding’.

We’ve all been here. We’re all the last of the party rejects. In fact, there’s a party next door rn with God playing the frikin piano and doing Olivia Rodrigo karaoke and you can’t even break down the door to get in with Ryan Gosling in Drive skull-caving gloves.

But there again, what made Caravaggio so good on the dancefloor was his murderous anexacticism and literal castrating complex shit ass cheugy ass shit ass . . . bruuuuuh. Like we been saying of Archilochus (Archilochum):

Archilochum proprio rabies armavit iambo. (Rage armed Archilochum with his own iambus.)

LIKE SO YOU THINK GREAT WORDS WHEN LEFT OUTSIDE THE MYSTICAL GROUP AND THE REST ARE SHUT INSIDE WHEN THEY THINK THEY BOOT YOU OUT IN THE PARTY

It’s a problem of structure and genesis, bru? Did Honor Leviticus create this 25 min Instagram ‘story’ because she was pissed and quirked up with intense post-Covid FOMO envy bitch ass feeling or was that the incidental genetico-cheugy reason? I mean, science-wise. Tucker-first-segment-tier truths -wise, okay?

One might say it hardly matters since at the end of the day if a thought may be extracted from its context, it may be extracted from its context. That’s angelicist math.

And in this case, it is extracted. And the thought of it is iterative. Its form simple and Glass-baked: what the hell is a reading.

WHAT THE HEIL IS A READING THO

The Moderna-caused ‘fever delusion rash’ she is undergoing seems like the selfish case of the critique-speech produced again and again (tell me about it, yak yak), but also what if it’s ultimately also not? The question therefore stands, ‘now what the actual hell is a reading’.

THE ACTUAL ASS ORIGIN

This is where we begin, like a pre-Socratic fragment, lol:

A reading, now what the actual hell is a reading

Philosophy begins with asking ‘what is’ or, by the time it gets to later on’s fine ass, by asking what the ‘what is’ is.

What is presence bruhhh, for example? There is very little that doesn’t expose itself to the threat of getting sorted out through the use of these two words (‘what is’).

As Heidegger puts it,

the ‘is’ remains something deceptive and this deceptiveness of the ‘is’ has had every possible kind of effect ever since Aristotle.

ISIS

Is is?

ALT LIT NEVER DIED

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THE USA ISIS IS IS COVID

The dignity of the question (‘what is’) is here all the way real and skinny ass cool:

A reading, now what the actual hell is a reading, I know forreal.

Like, what is a reading, I know for real you know what I’m talking about. We all get it.

You know, right? Iykyk. You know what I been talking about. Why did I wait to say this for so long, leaving cheugy ass society and just saying this, running the tape like I run a real mouth off my double ass speaking old ass self, forrrreal?

LIKE GLASS (FKA WALT) SAID THO

A reading, what the hell. I’m freaking out. What’s freaking out though isn’t just the normal freaking out at the very idea of a reading—like, the super cringe atmosphere, the introductions, the credentials, the very very very gay and terminal nature of poetry and abolitionism, the fake ass politics of these people, how they’ve been wrong about more than anything and everything, how they can’t hear themselves think from thinking all that time, etc and so on and so forth.

WHAT IT IS IS

I’ll tell you what it is is, thought hasn’t begun yet so u better ass head ass just love write and record some shit at the right slingshot moment right in the middle of your life like Sunshine ass Dante.

don’t want to be a boomer about this . . . a reading, that can’t be good

Being a boomer about it means metaphysics, it means the whole fetchmestep times heroin cheugy ass telephonic absence brigade assio. A reading? That’s how we got into this mess. That’s why we had to all move to Substack, that’s why anybody not on Substack is extinct to us, that’s why the extinct are only ever spotted on Substack, that’s why Substack is extinct, that’s why the going is good for good for now.

Liek,

that’s how literature got to where it is now

This is an ancient ass euphemism (what got us into this mess and how what got us into it can’t get us out of it) that actually ‘unpacks’ (the main lolword here in fact) and that actually does a hell ass systems max out of work here.

The whole thesis of what ‘a reading’ is and killing it like Artaud the homo did with the judgement banks of God, well the homie pauvre Yvel is doing that shit here freal and live, okay? Kill her? Kill it? It’s killing.

THAT’S HOW LITERATURE GOT ASS

Press record and let speech scrunch up like a scrunchie ass homo momo type ass thing, bromie, okayy? Blow me homie bromie no homo Artaud the Yvel white ass momo PS5., u feel? Bruhh, this is how literature got fucked up and the whole white metaphysics of black theory fail-ass failed in 2017 spades. We gonna make early Winslow Laroche look like Beau Biden’s suppressed death report.

I’ve never felt like cancelling someone

she says, basically, until she got the Moderna vaccine.

And then bro it’s leave society a reading?

Liek, yah, asking the what is is of what a reading is is the ‘leave society’ motif not the book but the thing itself, namely the going, the leaving, the movement, the funny ass hella-ability to leave all that behind because this is what the Gestell of metaphysics and literature has injected us with now, look at Moderna ass pimps and the Pfizer ass smooth ass retard criminals with their emo ass needles and useless rebel hearts and soldier nurses.

CHEUGY ASS CRITIQUE

This we can agree on, that ‘never in my life have I been poor enough to unpack a cultural phenomenon and take it down . . . stop saying “readings”. That criticism is a correlationist fallacy. That we do it when poor, and that gives a certain lie, and not. What has to be separated out is a psychological devastation and devastation, as if this were easy and as if one didn’t still often rely on the other for vision. The ‘stop saying readings’ is not just barely purely Kantian because what reading means here seems to extend beyond everything and everything else. Reading is all art.

CATWALK ASS

Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

A reading?

WHAT TEMPERANCE-PILLED VIRGIN HONOR YVEL SAID IN AN INSTAGRAM STORY ABOUT THE LITERARY SALON READING IN NYC ON SATURDAY NIGHT 17 JULY 2021, OR, HOW KIRSTEN ANGEL DUST IS TELLING ME 2 KILL AGAIN

I thought about killing you today.

THIS IS HOW THE 𝓰ₒ𝒹₋ₐᵢᵢ.₂ ‘STORY’ ENDSTHIS IS HOW THE 𝓰ₒ𝒹₋ₐᵢᵢ.₂ ‘STORY’ BEGINSTHIS IS HOW THE 𝓰ₒ𝒹₋ₐᵢᵢ.₂ ‘STORY’ ENDSTHIS IS HOW THE 𝓰ₒ𝒹₋ₐᵢᵢ.₂ ‘STORY’ BEGINSTHIS IS HOW THE 𝓰ₒ𝒹₋ₐᵢᵢ.₂ ‘STORY’ ENDSTHIS IS HOW THE 𝓰ₒ𝒹₋ₐᵢᵢ.₂ ‘STORY’ BE

Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.—Revelation 3:20

Here it is! The last of the international playboy reels. I stand at the door in the air of the story, the one and only story, the one you all dreamt about, the Instagram ‘story’ that plays and pays everything back, the one that goes so far beyond tarded that it ends with lil white and black metaphysics in a spin, emitting the last bible study party invite, the mechanical Tender is the Night, the immaculate Silent Hill 8 rushes:

LET’S KILL *************

He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’ Then he said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.’—Revelation 21:5

Shouldn’t we do it in eternity blood and heaven’s superdome? Should we do it for the culture? Or should we write down her words which are trustworthy and true even as we kill her bloodlessly on a cross where the words are written, ‘no more violence, no more human pain’? Which is to say, how should we now kill? Is there ever a way to stop killing? How not to kill all of the time?

In other Nodes, I should have just sent the killing vibe to you. One pair of ears is a worth a trillion. Why am I god’s clown when I thought I was his angel? Which angels are killing it if for god herself?

Another way still: we should have killed Dean Kissick while we still had the chance. Dean, the beautiful good sport. Whose heart made us cry secretly inside. He was game, he was gamine. But what does the Anglo have in its spell to call us off? What does the Anglo in us still have on us to make us go back from the kill sweeps of Generalissimo-A?

PATRICK BATEMAN IS STILL CRYING

Patrick Bateman’s head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire;
And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters.
And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp two-edged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.
And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead.—Revelation 1:14-17 

I thought about killing you all today.

Now muss we go Patrick Bateman with the Bible to boost it into 𝓰ₒ𝒹₋ₐᵢᵢ.4?

We should have made ************ and all the other Americana artists suffer suffer suffer for swallowing the #resistance white pill and selling it to the world that then turned into the 4-year-long post-1/6 digital forensics (honey trap), honey you know, you all know, you all love.

The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave unto him, to shew unto his servants things which must shortly come to pass; and he sent and signified it by his angel unto his servant John:

That is, what would we not do for the culture there where ‘the culture’ is defined as this still mysterious thing that might even be saved for an ear or two, an Ereignis-ear?

Is what’s 2 be done still a violence or something else? Is there anything else except the least violence, save the least, the last, the servant of John, of Yvel?

The video is here.