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/
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