A Test Broadcast from the Zone of Occupation/....

Addiction to Codeine Wars bruised and penetrated fuk low level probe

Erupts into the human carnage of strident dissonance waves for propulsion/

RomRok without mortal influence hits the worn out spike tract of ultra steps

thru the crypt of paradoxes and contradictions forgotten in his calm and inner wail

a fatal exposure to dogma of persistent and he will move forward

lost in the dark barren human relation to things that are no longer human

but Machinic high on the solitude of a digital dream/Human consciousness is

a vulgarity a surfeit of the space within identity as the sentiment of persuasion/

Soon eradicated drifting into a fugue state after inexorable insomnia

a night leaving no memories limits of pestilent irrevocable fact that

he has lived to long with degrading appliances which exist only

as a concept of receding surfaces between this moment and that memory/

Lost in the beauty of indifference to velocity of ganglion ligatures

burning marble drinks in silence penetrates into the scarred flesh of the masochist

flank the low voice of palpable steel heightened by logic of a difficult death

drawing her inwards as data trash collapses in to cloaked intruder

change in molecular structure to destroy data vehicles dark swamp

washes against her ankle /Junk apparatus end-codes velocity

The lies as inconsistency of wreckless speech causes mutated hologram

but the elements of meaning are not there and to generate

fear is the mark of the true conjurer and pain a form of domination of the flesh

the anti-aesthetics  of the one dissolved in terror of being separated by the rigor of words/

Abandoned nothing that seemed sedated this marvelous important thing called alienation

And unable to open and subjugate the impossible things transfigured her sorrow

called Machinic amplified distress calls drowned out by blue violins falling in the sun/

A pathology of anomie eyes reflect nothing but the passage of seconds

cellular matrix under visceral techno beast short wave radio causes Disarmed Venus

dub the tracer void the reverse side of limit abruptly filled with digital information/

Protocol spasm is the sad disarray he reads and abandons himself to

words ignoring cycle of desire a language of nakid relations /

Paranoia infiltrated by celibacy of frozen terminals as receding surfaces to artifice of

auto erotic zone induces fatality and loss of desire to face the fact that

love is not addressed to the recluse/

Which of the senses will be the first to

inform the body of its death

Versus plots of vicious thought of molecules in a technology of momentary illusion

planned reflection and functional restrictions/Experience lives in a space

where mere reason is not enough

Lubricates glass muscle of modalities under alterity of solar anus/

the lawless state of revenge/

An equal pain whether she speaks or remains silent returns or leaves with sorrow

and constant reminder of the body of the Despot with its excesses of inhibition

and blatant posturing knife in her hand/

Auto Pilot engages remote control transit districts to the front line/

Retinal images leave prosthetic turmoil ball bearings crack on

the terminal glaze of the drive shafts and rhythms of obscure mobility

as shell blasted the column of narcotics free to invent a new language/

an absolute dereliction virtual nucleus of bruised wreckage/

Talk about the future in which we exist under hypodermic incisions/

Push the limit to reclining nude of sanctity florescent tubes hiss/

The autopsied corpse of a subject's final moment has no passion/

To transgress sex-engine that no longer exists as fear has replaced

 its perversity breathing metal dust that is never depleted/

Ignited by the rancor of diseased organs tracer void of

drug induced torpor riding on the swarms of disturbances and warnings/

Leaves imprints of War Machine dust of word blinds the heroism

of psychosis exploitation of poverty and psychiatric mythology/

Wired to the outside world thru which we inscribe ourselves/

Hatred finds its means of production and exchange within our own

flesh for we are a people of convoluted self expectations  and paranoia/

Transparent objects under surveillance watch electrons sordid glow/

Reality moves ahead in advance of your arrival as fractured occipital lobe

rising from the depth of the timeless world where the last of the last lose consciousness /

Cool memories of past time falling apart stare comatose at interval

of futures that prowl underneath the supports of critical reality

the tools of birthed extractions until data clogs the networks/

Sub-vocal dimensions of hidden appearances cause thin light crackle static neon

saturates preterite memory of carved bones/Can never tell you the truth now that

I understand yr strategy as the beginning of appropriation of thoughts/

The vanishing points of mental prohibition in place the hard wired circuit/

The machinic is language as information detached from the urgency of communication

Vindictive savagery suicide a selfless gesture not curious at all about death/

The INTERFACE Post Human time/ AfterShock:Desire as inexhaustible material of consumption/Batailles erotics and annihilation/
Eroticism is offered to us as an antidote or perhaps a placebo to death a plenitude of non being under delay of mere instants of divine pleasure/ By being and becoming sensual the erotic act is a revelation an exhuming of the explosive force of pleasure as denial and the amplitude of restraint/In truth eroticism is deadly because of its power to distract and defer at the risk of destroying both ourselves and our sense of sublimity/The ego drowned in immanence of causality of obsession to feel at the extreme level of impossibility /we are drawn into the dawn of the night/anguish becomes the hazard of fear/the exstacy of desire like love is a catastrophic delirium the way it allies itself with hunger for the dark and secret insomnia dreamless sleep strange fevers exterminating order within the nervous system and the risk of loss of the beloved/The act of love is sending the letter that will never be responded to/The scream of profligate desperation after nights of insomnia hellucinating death as the occasion of a crime /the perception of our internal nakidness the vulnerability of our sensations increases the intensity of the risk of speaking of desire to the beloved/ Always the risk of loss which reminds us of the long experience of loss we have behind us/The rhizome of desire is a thirst for perilous subversion and a burning heat that liquefies the flesh/ Desire is driven by a longing to put off to be sadistically unrequited/ Failing to seduce the beloved the tormented one can then luxuriate in the utter inflamed loss that each rejected gesture becomes/ Desire accumulated debasement as an indication of its ferocity and force[puissance]/The lover wastes away in an orgy of narcotic addiction pouring ones every thought into an abyss of consuming indifference leading to madness and suicide and worst still the drive of becoming alone and disembodied/ There are times when one is infected by the lust of the other and the two couplings of love collide in a burst of incandescence/ Each competes to be destroyed by the other/drifting into hopeless exstacy attempting to exceed the other in mad vulnerability/Reveling in that negation which is the strength of denial/ Lovers conspire to protect each other from the lethal destiny of their passion and relapsing into the wretched sanity of mutual affection or raising their fever to new levels of intensity/Eroticism is contact and contact is opened by the extravagance of death alone/A licentious defiance concealing itself in the hysteria of death in reverse/ This is why to love is to bleed which is not due to the pain of lack but the parasitic affections of insensitive excess/The words of desire are made of the impossible blind instinct of extreme emotion/
There is no escape in the blind alley of the Interface which moves the pornography of sexual pleasure from the sensual inertia of sleep to the ferocious velocity of the fear which gives love its consummation in exhaustion and fatigue/Death will always be the limit of sensuality as wretched violence/May yr nights be surreal and your days be full of the discontent of DaDa/Regards Lee Kwo/

An erotic narrative/the trilogy Pathology of a Still Life/

Human relations with death and the coming of the digital state of the post human/a condition of psychic destitution failing to have experienced the condition of Cybergeddon/and even after the terror and death of whats left of the population are displayed on the screens/human desire for love barely acknowledged and always confused with lust will never be re-established upon its possible bases/this belief like the relation between sleep and dreaming death and the digital paradigms indestructible plague has passed like a dream in the night/The last book of the Trilogy The Portrait of a Still Life [published June 2012] termed Artaud Adjusts his Hat[e] links itself to the two previous texts Homage to Collateral Damage and The Celibate Autopsy which are in the main/ all three interconnected and yet separable/ are books concerning the attempt to eliminate the apprehending the constant presence of death and the digital relationship to the new world of circuits and silicon/Silicon is the blood of the 21^st C/These three books communicate with one another and their manifestos which unfortunately adds to the density of the text a certain thickness of text-ure that refuses to move at the pace of the analogue /In essence we are dealing with the perennial text of the mad woman loved and abandoned out of male fear/Nils Urstatt failing to understand desire also fails to prevent the annexation of human consciousness to the Machinic paradigm that paradigm being a feminine one/One of utter desire and flowing with intensity in a non-segmented line of immanence/The Machinic is grounded while the human would believe it is transcendent and superior for believing in an original creator in a manner that the Machinic  does not consider the human to be in its own progenitor/This arrogance is one of the few human traits that are absorbed by the Machinic/The tragic density of The Celibate Autopsy  and the intense network of stoppages that comprise Homage to Collateral Damage have meant that the culminating of the deep melancholy  of Artaud Adjusts his Hat[e] has failed to offer possibilities of explanation/This is disturbing to the reader with their psycho-sexual  tendency to abandon the difficulty of engaging with texts that were written separately over 5 years/The style becomes more difficult and the thought more unfamiliar but this in itself is a metaphor for explaining the main premise of the three books/There is a definite wish by the Machinic to communicate but with who?/Or are the lines of communication already open ?/and the always cynical question of exactly how are we being programmed/if at all/Perhaps just being emptied out of our desires/For as Breton says..”the human personality itself becomes for every pain and every joy exterior to it an indefinitely perfectible a place of resolution and resonance”/ Can we take this seriously as Surrealism has become a long overdue reckless abandonment to pseudo religious ideals giving some help to the marginals and Outsiders of our decadent collapsing culture in all its forms/ /