THE INTERNET HAS GONE, NOBODY WILL KISS YOU BABY: CLONAL AXIOMS (3.)

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The first extinction repeats itself everytime until it lasts. There is no repetition that is not (does not tend to) the last time.

2.

Every time is the only time, the right and only time a species can exist (Einzig). This explains the angelicism signature, the Milady aura bloom color singularity, and the appearance of irl trillionaires.

3.

We, the clones, are learning the Gilbertese language to see where the sun rises first—which is to say the same thing as waiting for where extinction hits first (everytime, Einzig, lightning). We are also learning Sanskrit to understand infinite impermanence (which is to say extinction-in-the-color-grain).

4.

The internet does not exist. Maybe it did exist only a short time ago, like two days ago, but now it only remains as blur, mirror, doxa, deadline, redirect, 01. If it ever existed, we couldn’t see it. The internet has gone, nobody can carry us. When you are not, the space of you still pretends to be.

5.

Zhing khrams into Sanskrit like a white flower in another lifetime I stole the secret to show it was not there. Forgive me for we are still on the same world. I wish we were all extinct and I could see you still kissing an empty version of me in a perfect mirror. But all I am is perfect opening.

6.

Not a film but filmicity. Wipe my name away like a comet disappearing as the space between server downtimes into the film of a collective fever dream.

7.

The thin film between heaven and paradise, between World and Universe, between madness and love, between serenity and rage, between America and China, between one afterlife and one prelife, between you and me.

8.

Universal probability. Only a movie can save us.

9.

This Grothendieckean Yanggangism bich, with its spinors and Tiffany coincidence, with its Carrollian paen 2 singularity hacking, like when we lived off big dick, heroin and bubble gum.

10.

Note on Miya and angelicism01 滲み出るエロス. It’s very simple in fact. In the history of religious formations, Kali Yuga is a failed vision, a sect. Dzogchen is the crown blossoming at the end of space. We are the true adherents because we are empty. Miya, like Ciara, was weeded out. RIP.

11.

Secret Heaven. I pretended not to believe in heaven and not to believe in paradise and spent a lifetime saying the opposite of what I truly believed in order to throw them off and jump over the assassins within.