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>all it can do is look inwardly upon the human condition
Ahem...

[[ ]] N O FU T U RE [ [ 1 . 3 4 3 ] [ [ 0 ]] The father's law: 'don't touch your mother.' The mother's law: 'don't play in the tombs.' K codes for cybernetics. Bataille incinerates the soul, and is impossible to endure. You either die or go somewhere else. Or both. Clicking on the K-war icon j acks you straight into hell. On all fours, out of your face, mumbling imploringly: 'let me be your lab animal ' . You're losing it. Collapse into now. Time-zero. You have been dumped into a heterogeneous patch work of criminal experiments converging upon decapi tated social formations. This is where base materialism intersects cyberpunk, FUC K T O M O RROW scrawled on the walls . Five candles thicken nocturnal space. Dimensionality warps. M odernity invented the future, but that's all over. In the current version 'progressive history' camouflages phylogenetic death-drive tactics, Kali-wave: logistically accelerating condensation of virtual species extinction. Welcome to the matricide laboratory. You want it so badly it's a slow scream in your head, deleting itself into bliss. Burnt meat dangling from the electrodes . Crashed suicide fragments into occult impulses . . . I n the place o f a way forward they deliver a hypermedia product, telling you it's about Georges Bataille. You can't see the connection. Why the helicopters, artificial body parts, and manically dehumanized machine-music? There is some confusing material on the cybernetics of vomiting. Obsessive reruns. Text decays into the mutagenic fall-out from virtual thermocataclysm. Trying to to make something out of Bataille never works. Or maybe it's the drugs. Cut to poor quality late 50S recordings of R:lt:l i l l e i n a T V studio discussing negative feedback circuitries in social systems. The organization of sterilized discharges slaves cumulative excitement to quasi-periodic cancel lation and reproduction. A vid-window in the corner of the screen morphs the catholic church into a thermostat. Bataille curves eccentrically about the horror, but when he gets close to smooth escalation he blows it. When the implants go in things will be different. [[1]] Complexity is not difficulty, but mess, toxic waste, genre disorder. Unlike the docile creature modernist science demands, base matter twitches and spits, selfassembling neoverminous swarms . It bites, and spreads disease. Tur· bular moan of digitally irresolvable recyclones. Telecom mercial contagions pulse through cybergothic switching systems. Faceless horror. Supraterrestrial - ' solar' or 'general' - economic s bases itself in consumption: irreversible matter t o energy conversion during stellar atomic synthesis. As a closed system or whole individual the universe is drawn towards the point attract or of entropy maximum: homogenization into hiss. S K log W. Cooking-through the frozen security codes you dis cover that the universe is an iceberg tip jutting out of chaos, drenched in dark matter.

Just got into Oxford to study English Language and Literature and the essay I submitted was on Nick "AI-bsolute Madman" Land. I mentioned Houellebecq, Larkin and Ballard in my personal statement. AMA

Nick Land has (mostly) overcome his usual obfuscation on this one.

https://jacobitemag.com/2017/08/11/psycho-politics/

Insightful critique of libertarianism. I found it a good explanation of its rapid demise over the last two years.