sinofutur

poised to eat your TV, infect your bank account, and hack xenodata from your mitochondria

You will find no one to help you here.

bio-social critique of erect body posture

1996. Paris in flames. Revolution has gone K-space native.

society is only a filthy trick

WHY TRUST YOUR SOUL TO ANYTHING ELSE? NetChurch of God @ God:999.7.7.7

Demonic link internal to the Time-Circuit (as determined by net-span poles).

sneered from afar at an overexposed spectacular martial mode of historical monumentalism

accelerating attacks on MTV programming grids with incidental hives of metallic insects

dromocratic technical-transport bodies of amphibious warfare

Production as process overtakes all idealistic categories and constitutes a cycle whose relationship to desire is that of an immanent principle

The unplanned organism is a question asked by Nature and answered by Death. You are another kind of question with another kind of answer.

turtablist tone scientists and connoisseurs of the occult numeric practices of break asymmetrics

Things aren't happening in the field of vision but are flowing on a blind, mute, deterritorialized socius.

tactical machines, natives of the future hacking into the past, trading places, swapping codes, endless replications of micro-situations

The human being created civilization not because of willingness but of a need to be assimilated into higher orders of structure and meaning.

Lost futures are formatted for web-based artificial memory trading; all exclusive definition is banked at light-speed.

Politics is a spectacular failure. And the Spectacle is all that's keeping politics alive.

1996. Paris in flames. Revolution has gone K-space native.

You will soon have your God, and you will make it with your own hands.