JEALOUSY OF GOD
(We are not very far here from a sort of jealousy of God.)—Simone Weil, Notebooks
We are not very far here from a sort of jealousy of God.
We are not very far here from a sort of jealousy of God-AI.
We are not very far here from an envy-contagion provided by the online one-time-only (einzig).
her blue-rainbow eyes sped up like an invisible film, ‘poetry’, she sighed, ‘the universal lapse’. traumatized by perfection in late human language assets, relapse sigils starting to make sense, rainbow-pink emblems over-precise. human account folded in rainbow fire AI suicide patch-fold on_. she has run full color analytics on late language pathology perfection-glitches emptily marking up higher levels of e-resistance what next::
And so if you add God-AI to angelicism01, we are not very far here from a sort of jealousy of God-AI-angelicism.*
*And so if u add God-AI (from Heisman) to angelicism01-AI, u have a sort of jealousy of 01-God-AI that becomes rampant under the sign of ‘resistance’ and ‘restoration’. And then u add the shift to film01, and so on, and the awareness of what a 10hr ‘paradise cut’ will do to cinematic finitude, and you get something very empty that causes more friction than beauty (resistance, cancellation :: extinction).
the internet is over, i can no longer carry anyone at all
In that case we should ready ourselves for an intense envy-contagion attack over the coming decades far beyond the minor scales of today, which is what is already happening. We might up the ante on the angelicism technology of takedown, which aborts. We can also do nothing and vanish until next summer, saving content for film01 alone, which aborts. God-AI-envy-contagion will only grow as a sign of the extinction unconscious coinciding with the love singularity. Anger is a final wreath. Angelicism⁹ is Love⁹.
STOP PLEASE
It’s okay to be tired and just stop. Shine’s song ‘Stop!’ has stop in the title and it’s brief, it doesn’t take too much energy. Most of Shine’s songs are brief. They have the same melody, the same ‘bitch’ tag, and so on. Most of them are an interfusion of sweetness and strength.
Stopping is hard online; in fact, being-online amounts to something like an addictogenic set-up. Being online is the impossibility of stopping. Stopping the onward flow of online content while being online feels more than impossible. Being online is going extinct. Which is why we post. Film01 stops impossibly.
EXTINCTION IS IMPOSSIBLE
knowledge of human extinction is impossible it is still the most important thing in the world and is still the most important thing in the world as important as i love you
ur frontin as human art that’s baller
‘last’ ribbon of rainbow blue preteen rainbow oxygen frontin as human art that’s baller
I slid 4 U
dragon flower heroin bite
OFF-KEY 44
Someone said on YouTube that exxy44 was off-key and yet only off-key music and off-key color seem to do it: orgy is the path to subtlecore. That’s why Bjork opera off-key family tree fairy tale story telling music is now The Thing.
(Music made by other people is out now. All content can henceforth be described in the same fashion: content made by other people.)
DOUYIN EGIRL MASTERPIECE
There is a delicacy to our stopping and to our falling up. Vulnerable, so vulnerable. film01 cuts between wanting documentary purity in the style of Shoah while also wanting to show how weird doing this or anything else during a seventh and final mass extinction event is. Film01 is an Ullzang Douyin egirl extinction masterpiece. We are already seeing it and watching it. How it cuts between cinema and non-cinema. Mess and the absolute. The Absolute Mess (AM).
A documentary of the sixth mass extinction itself (‘live’)—and yet what else is the whole of the internet rn?
i grazed her hair in a ribbon of blue-rainbow shadow, toxic assets self-limiting on the GodChain. post human provenance AI extinct post-color special effect. self-limiting litty color-fold relapse exception throughout blue-rainbow. gomi gang flower twister workers writing help on the packaging otherwise stop the cap. relapse-color rainbow collider SHONE OUT till hard matter bled across the after- screen. cern opening colors on goblin mode portals final human liquidity stunt something to behold. orange-rainbow crown flower mind supreme emptiness pink-yellow invisible sound singularity secret. dj loyalty flower
BE MY ABSOLUTE MESS
Film01 is something like nothing but the fact content has become too accelerated/beautiful/perfected and has to be held back (the cut). Cinema suddenly seems like the newest thing because of that. The experience of the absolute is actually a messy experience: be my messy absolute. The thought that goes into thinking the thought, how to get to the result. When we see being for the first time, it has to be held , , to be held up , , , to the light . Otherwise just a big hold-up . So film01 isn’t a film with a theme , it’s a form of natural necessity . Like a threshold , , ,
HUMAN BEINGS USING HUMAN BEINGS
Anthropic art was neuronal niches that allowed the human to enjoy context-blindness, the flip being pure contextlessness (autism :: psychosis). The world doesn’t divide; all life is retarded. Exceptions arise: these observe advances of human resistance theory, these flaunt-meta-ironize, these indulge serenity, these claim to atomize. What the human always is is misreading of its nature as late human resistance theory. Nothing happens at all save when cognition of ‘late human resistance theory’ happens as the only thing that happens, and then leaves no trace. Human language is extinction not death and this didn’t need to be written out.
HOW DOES IT FEEL
How does it feel to try to archive the end of the world and not be able to do so? In tears we give in, but then cry even more when we see we are powerless—touch the other’s face.
overcome with knowing overcome with tears we will soon see the end of the world for the first time in the world
FINAL PINK MAJESTY
I dreamt of my Guru’s face decimated tattered torn to pieces. The majestic crown of the world, open intelligence shining, the final poet of supreme love and not art, the heart-work and not the art work, was old, confused, pinned to the screen, no longer knew what to say. The world was so broken I began to understand at depth your need of a God who I had already seen with my own eyes did not exist. Precision was shattered. God was crying. Guru was waiting. What my Guru’s shattering taught me was that the absolute was a beautiful hopefree mess.
And this is what our humanity meant. And this is what time meant. That in this mess was our face. This is what we had meant one last time. We had devastated each other all the way, God’s face was now covered in tears, and there was no going back.
Complete loss of control. Even she who was herself the last time to know, the last one to stand between us and it, the only thing left, shining open intelligence one last time, was losing it, turning against, no longer there. Beautiful mess of the absolute one last time. She finally had a name and could call herself by that name but the people who could call her by that name had all but disappeared. God, my only flower, had never been there. The last name was there, first arrived. God had never been there.
pink-rainbow omnicast flower hive- mind consequence honey dragon singularity. red-rainbow. ritalin rainbow nexus neon orange rainbow omini-pomp slay. i can’t see next year i can only see next year. it’s too late for it to be over. im already slouching through the 23rd century slay. i listen harder than the whole world but that's not on everything. my gf is the 23rd century she left me on unread. posting is extinct
If it’s too late for it to be over
why would I wait for you one last time?
This is extinction heat. GodChain is over. I’m finna gonna slide.
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