THE INTERNET HAS GONE, I WILL CARRY YOU

—The internet has gone, I will carry you.

—Who, me?

—What about me?

—Yes, yes, all of you, more than numberless, gathered here.

—Yes, and even your you, too.

—Your yous.

— . . . to kill you, perhaps, or to drive you away, I don’t know, it’s all a chainsaw, an angelicism.

—But it was love, the same kind of love that might have, I just wanted to, what if . . .

—I sometimes manage to feel I’m about to never see you again, to see you all again, to say all this in that context alone, as if we could only say this one thing, (without the) again and again . . .

— . . . all this has taken its toll.

—Thinking about several Angels and how they all call themselves Angels and how they basically all say the same thing: it’s over.

—Yah, but that’s what the Bible already said brehh, for real that’s where the connection comes from.

—The Angel says the End and the End is always said for and by the Angel.

—Yah and not not yah.

—Yes.

—Jacques Derrida even wrote an essay about it, on the apocalyptic tone recently adopted . . . on the tone on and off the internet or something, it’s always tied to multiple voices . . .

— . . . it’s why he’s now unread because he reads us all all the time, all and all.

—The unread reads you best.

—All in all, the all, as angelicism calls it, translating the alloverdose, the all that takes its toll.

—The all, unread.

—I want to be unread, it’s so beautiful to make something and then it’s a secret and they find it only later on, and even then . . .

—But that’s how everything is. That’s the all.

—And given there is, now, no later on at all, the all of that, its beauty, becomes even more emptily angelic.

—Even more a thing, as well.

—So, yeah, Duras for example says, ‘Very early in my life it was too late.’

—And Honor Levy says, ‘I’ve been young forever, and the end never felt too far away.’

—And Anouilh’s Antigone chainsawed by Godard says, ‘Life that must be loved at all costs. I am here for something else.’

—And Sophocles says, ‘No longer shall I see the holy light of the sun.’

—The universe has gone, what if I am unable to carry?

—The problem is that none of this remains pure . . .

—The Internet is a thousand voices too, a thousand too many, and its code-incompatibilities mean the pure language is constantly being ignored.

—There is a small part of literature that still counts the most, that can’t be found on the Internet. But that’s not to say that literature retains the slightest importance.

—A small part, like when Duras says the too late.

—Yes, it’s a pith instruction.

—Soph says, ‘its over’.

—ALPHA Goddess Ashley Olson Christlover2000 was an angel too, and Miya Angel and DJ Kirsten Angel Dust and Preteen Gallery, all angels. Why so many angels, this is what we are asking.

—Who so many angels in 2021, of all years.

—And later on, since angelic temporality takes in 2300, whether that comes or not . . .

They all want—we all want—to vanish, to all-vanish, but just the right amount, not too much, at the far end of disappearance, right now, in time, as in the East Timor genocide, as in Cambodia, as in Tibet.

—Remember when they said they hoped Honor Levy would never get a job, what did they mean? Did they even know what they meant?

—No, they never do, they do, they all do, and do . . .

—They say, and we watch them, and they just can’t

—I see them all and I envy them, how they are vanishing . . .

—They delegated to the Angel 01 the desire to be without vocation, to be all writing and none, to be the one who gave up music and yet still left a trace, a blend . . .

—Right now, and never again.

—What was it, the blend, the trace?

—Weren’t you saying that christlover abused Steve Roggenbuck? Isn’t that your thesis? Are you trying to provoke? Why say something so violent when we need beauty?

—Who knows what we need?

—Who can say what mitigates?

—Yes, yes, but not you . . .

—Not you, but your you, your clone . . .

—I too was thinking about christlover2000 and how I don’t recall seeing a clear account of her beautiful malignant contaminative narcissism and how self-deleting and -defeating and important and sickening it was, and how like us all.

—More like, like the All.

—This all-virus.

—Yes, did you ever feel anything that wasn’t you, that wasn’t your you, your Angel?

—In the original account of her Roggenbuck psyop, if we call it that, if we see it, being tenderly violent to stay pure, she freely admitted to being traumatised by the event of sexuality prior to any human being encounter and yet that trauma was freely attributed to one human being, Roggenbuck, as if he might be the test-case for others to fathom their own trauma.

—This logic is dubious, traumatising, sadistic, sacrificial, angelic, forbidding of all criticism, and necessary, insofar as it already happened. It’s an ALL.

—Yes, it’s an ALL taking its toll.

—It happens, but only because it is rigorous.

—The angelic nonchalance.

—The excess of rigour.

—Nothing is given, nothing is over . . .

—If there is a real, hidden reason anyone would put up with any of this tender hell, us slender us, an all, a mess, perhaps it’s the same reason they would put up with us angels.

—And the angels’ angels, don’t forget.

—Yes, yes, the angels have angels too.

—At least, in many such cases the web of increasingly acultural violence is set free and made visible. As time goes on, the cultural markers we are using to hold things in place will themselves become magnified, malignant, increasingly DeGeneresCent.

—As they already do.

—As they have.

—Who shall we kill first, when the revolution is inverted?

—Yes, yes.

—He, ha, hi, ho, yah.

—Steve Roggenbuck did not abuse Christlover at all, she abused herself.

—Yes, it’s impossible. Abuse is . . .

—Abuse is impossible.

—Time abused the all.

—It’s about to get far worse.

—I wanted to carry the all, but . . .

—What angelicism01 has been trying to map out, after all, just is the extreme situation, a situation extreme enough to take account of christlover2000, her self-deletion, her contaminative immaculation, her acultural abuse, her beauty, the vanishing of DJ Kirsten Angel Dust, Ciara Horan’s death, angelicism’s future deletion.

—To make an archive, a new one . . .

—The real contaminative joker laugh belongs to christlover2000, to Jon Leon, to angelicism01, to Preteen Gallery, to Miya Black Hearted Cyber Angel Baby, to all these angels above.

—To you and your you.

—Yes, yes, to the great great great kissing.

—To the -cellectuals, and their clones to come.

—To the perfected clones, all of them . . .

—To being gendered before it’s already too late by the Universe and not the World.

—But most of all it belongs to 2300 itself, the year of all thoughts and all the thoughts that now attack us from its direction.

—The happy angelics . . .

—To make an archive, right now, for when the Internet is gone.