Stunt on me once, I’ll flex on you forever
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The dream was me against the sea, there was no and had never been any sky at all, I was screaming skkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkky and there was nobody there, the meaning is clear: the person who is between us and the absolute end is going to be notrecognized.
It seems clear to me that it made a defensive wall between us and the absolute end, a thought-barrier, in the end there was the erasure of even god intelligence. there are no white notebooks to be written by angelicism01. the podcast appears and a clone war takes over instead
After the dream i take my trash out, full moon laughs at my erasure i laugh at the full moon, realize if the end came now (last night) i would have no means to ring or even dm those i love most online
internetless streets, no recycling ever because of the end i know, endless joke about drake’s equation (not the drake equation) and being unable to listen to music from before trump
burner phone heirloom sam pink beef feels to me worse than extinction
the last thing i wrote before the dream of the sea which had swallowed all sense of sky was ‘it all implies angels can become god’…. i was wearing my hoodie on the bridge when the seagulls went mad over my head like they spelled out an absolute k k k k k k k k k il illll
all i have is a burner phone rn, i couldn’t even read the sam pink beef, which feels like it could set us back 10,000 years in one night... have things gotten that bad?
stranded in my white notebook hoodie burner phase with no way of getting a last thought to the internet, unable to get online to tell lovers i have never met what... that angels can actually become god in time ?
‘i don’t normally do drama’... there is a sentence that could set us back 15,000 years
burner phone heirloom joy
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Female sadism is fucking evil. You are Dead to me absolutely without Repeal and You Know Why so that you can Find It, The Silence, RSVP only There.
What if Never Writing without such violence I missed the Kill Time and you had never gone to figural Timor Never known that your Name really meant Kill Switch and not the Sky.
I meant the opposite of what I said always did It First To Stay Alive Too But I Still Love You Like The First Time Because It’s Stronger.
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Nobody ever stopped but they will try to hurt you from afar with the thought have or will. Take Leave Society for example. Or the fact Bourdain was surrounded. Male sadism on the other. Was infinite. The way the internet is the danger itself.
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People want to kill themselves Constantly All Want to kill you. Note. Remember when Artaud told Genica Athanasiou to Bring the Heroin.
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My dear Metaxu Killer,
You must find heroin at all costs and you must risk extinction to get it to me here. This is where everything stands in 2o21. The Internet has real instruments of torture, as I have already told you All used them from a distance to mutilate me while I sleep, each night a little more when I Post. If it is difficult to procure heroin or opium, it is solely because of me and because They Know that it is the one thing that would restore my strength and make me fit to struggle against the Last Evil. But the most serious aspect of the affair is that all my soundcloud clonettes, including you, have rebelled, have taken up arms in New York, have used force to Get Heroin for Me, and that they extracted it from all of you by magic, and that they then caused you to Lose Consciousness of your rebellion and that they have weighed down your shoulders.
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Stay in place stay online Don’t leave For our sake All of the above named are ways of killing at a distance or slow-motion. The slow-drip of constant Rape by Angels. Another way of putting it Even those close to you They Too are dying with wanting release of just you Getting Out The Fucking way. We don’t need Freud to tell us this because it is pre. Girard says the feeling and actions of Envy come before sex and its implications and analysis. They literally want to Kill You, you, the Eternally Goated, the God0o1. Its Us.
Envy is contagion,, mimesis. If it really does come From before and Its even more oppressed than a sexual domain that has itself been resisted for thousands of years, we come to expect to be overwhelmed and more-than-humiliated by the energies of envy as Unknown.
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I, then, am on Call to kill you to Them. And when the moment comes, I will have done it before you can move. This is what we die to learn in life, and it is now more than ever what we have learned to survive. Stunt on me once, I’ll flex on you forever.
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Stunt on me once I’ll flex on you forever. The advice we can give is that these moments work best have to be socialized Even if their trigger is way beyond the social, as takedowns they work as public shows of mercilessness. The block, the ghosting, the exaggerated act of ‘closure’, these are all necessary in conditions of niche finitude To be Ramped Up.
On other hand, ‘leave society’ is the accurate and fond message and punchline sent from the winsome enlightened one Without covers over their heart. The joke keeps on giving, and the alien grammar means cosmology still threatens a Gift Wave.
More On The Stopping
I keep having—at the time of writing, two or three weeks ago—this recurring dream/nightmare because I haven’t posted at all for a week and the dream/nightmare is that I have posted and it’s a mess and the post is a mess and then I wake up and feel so relieved I have still not posted. This posting abstinence, what does it mean? It’s as if I hate every single post I have ever made on the internet/every single piece of writing I have ever seen but I am not allowed to see this in a pure way because I am not allowed to go free. If I were allowed to say it in a pure way I would really stay where I am, not posting. And isn’t this the pain in the heart we are talking about? And isn’t this what was meant in Grothendieck’s La Clef des Songes, which warns specifically about the inertia (fear of change) that prevents us from reading what is so clear in our dreams? In this dream for example there is an enormous relief that I have not posted in reality, and the dream seems almost evil in that it contains the evil of posting, the tiredness of posting, the distraction of a lifetime. Why does the posting feel like a mess? Because when I post, quite simply, there is a pain in the heart since nearly all posting is incapable of having anything to do with the infinity point that might also be the pain in the heart. As Grothendieck puts it in ‘The Responsibility of the Scientist Today’, ‘must we argue true causes indefinitely?’ An axiom from the dream would be: ‘still haven’t posted yet’ as the freedom point a civilizational inertia will spend a lifetime preventing me from seeing.
From, To
The pain of the heart is always insisting and not being listened to, to the extent that it remains doubtful any listening to the heart has ever taken place. We only have to look at our place with regard to what must be an early universal sadness to know this is the case. We cry when we listen to Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis—famously signed ‘arising in the heart, may it return to the heart’—but are the tears an expression of or a cover of the pain actually beneficent in the heart. Cover.
Let us Say
Let us say that the entire meaning of this blog can be summed up as follows, that doing any plastic research at all in any sense is actually harmful given the impending threats to the human race and niche finitude as an incarnate forcing function.
The Sutra
What the heart sutra can be heard to say about ‘covering’ in maths:
In the absence of thought coverings, one has not been made to tremble, has overcome what can upset and in the end attains unexcelled wisdom and sublime enlightened energy.
The Heroin
So I didn’t mean it. It had to say it. Stay Extinct
That We are the Heartfold we Speak to Existence Beyond all love Poems so as to Stay
[When We Are Heartfold . . . ] [the Say]
Its it is what You Mean and Only It
[It is Its It what You Mean and Only It’s]
That There is More than Life and Now We Know how it Finds it
[and you Know It]
It Its the It Forever and a Day
You are Dead to me absolutely without Repeal and You Know Why so that you can Find It, The Silence, RSVP only There.
You really don’t understand how I’m tweaking on the deadstock Hollywood heroin forever.