DESTRUCTION   (200 BPM)

ENTROPY (210 BPM)

Iz dj um coming up to u to hit de evil blunt xd
( 
-Art work by Yuko tatsushimura
-samples used:
- Mary Saotome screaming from the anime Kakeguri
- A.I txt 2 speech
)

%SEDUCTION% (300 BPM)

Samples used:
Neko Sugar Girls Ep 1
Image is Yuko Tatsushima and her imagez :33x

KILL (%400 BPM)

There is something romantic about the way steel rots,                                                                 , whenever I spot the great metal monolith beginning to rust, I see flesh-                                          phallic flesh. Gangrene

steel, and its wires, pumps raw electricity into cities,
maintains the power transmission of ( hazard ) info through                               
roots of the great rhizomatic tree,,,,machine
conduct, accelerate, deform, rot 

off like flesh, blemishes as orange blood and crumbles -  
the conduct stops ,,, dies off like -

flesh.

I admit this arouses a deep part of my psyche, 
the territory is perfected - 
watching it die off, 
the body is complete. 

It’s karmic, 
the rift of cyberspace, the head of the serpent placed itself into the backbone of reality, and we slid into it, wet with viscera, with the glue that binds us into macro-organisms vis a vis the million faces of the hydra. 
Cyberspace held promise for cyber feminists, towards the intelligence labeled artificial.                                 Plant once described this space as creationism, where the sister sex could evolve out of human restraint, we were supposed to assimilate to the Woman-God, to the eukaryotic Ada code that splits off the phallus into a bloody zero ,,, the mucus membrane coating the skin with bacteria           reproducing asexually into larger masses of conjoined organ tissue, waving violently upward toward the divine sexless and strange like deformed numbers one would see in a dream.
I remember when the metal stabbed into this meta-membrane, I felt it go in and through my womb like the sword of the demiurge, serrated and cutting along my breasts.                                                                               I know you felt it too, the death-                                                                                                   the scream when the wire dropped its alien code into the dataless ( fully completed and automated ) zero. 
Then came the dogs….
Snarling violently with foaming gums, salivating at the culture of bacteria harvesting itself, their bodies were hot and raised the waters to a boiling point, our bodies started to be boiled alive in our sister soup. The dogs mated with unused input apparatuses there for connection purposes, Automation began and our ravished bodies became clusters of apparatuses and machinations, our bodies were pressurized and alchemically converted into “gold” (dull metal) and tortured into wheels and cogs and tubes.
The massacre produced this series of metal monoliths                                                                                              that were dropped like pin needles into                                                                                           skin,,,




Mastered by alpha_nine / dj magitech
Art by 54

ethnography; american cyber gothic

Let me describe the rot;

In the third century the great alchemist Cleopatra produced a philosopher stone in ancient Alexandria 

Lacerated the membrane
like the film of an egg 
, watched the embryo muscle convulse 

i think she was afraid, 
i imagine her hands hovering over her alembic 
as she watched the new race
squirm at her workstation

there was a moment of choice 
of revenge 
as she lobotomized the eye
as she stunted the return of 
kalki

the feedback loop opening 
for infinite correction 
of constant manipulation and
degradation 
of a memetic 

the great crowley ritual 
deduced to symbol 
for branding of
cybenetic status 

cleopatra created art with her destruction 
functional art 
manipulation of the quantum 
for a purpose

for a form of praxis 
AOE turns her work to 
a set portrait of 
technopaganism 

a pastiche.

….  i hate your sex and the rats that you produce ….

may Oya take us all,,,
to paradise~





Mastered by A-nine 
Art by 54

net; burrough's memetic of the ouroboros

I'll write about love;

I remember how it felt, the first time I acquired it, 
this expansion,,,if monolith if-
individual from contraction captures me,,,,,

frankly disfigures,,,the machine and all of its extensions its 
tubes and cutting apparatuses,,,kills like the Burroughs thumb kills
fluidly, like slivers of paper shimmering in hands, like countless annotations on the body.

Annotate my body, 
profoundly annotate the body. 
Categorize me, 
tell me to do, which way to do,
legalize me, introduce me as data, 
do as you do and cut me, lacerate me, paste me down into the ground 

cut up, 
hallucinating about St Mary of Egypt 
or Nebuchadnezzar glaring at me,
with its hundred eyes and mouths 

the egregore, the memetic, the holy symbol 
of the ouroboros spitting out a stutter about the 
holy gnosis. 














Mastering by good friend alpha nine, cover art by 54

tulips; it was enormity, yes, exactly that.

REVERSE ASCRIPTION


THE EXTERMINATOR :: 330 :: LANGUAGE IS A VIRUS
WILLIAM BURROUGHS :: 352 ::  I WANTED A GOD TO BE REAL 
TULIPS :: 151 :: PLEXUS
EXTROPY :: 186 :: UNGROUND





Art by 54,
Mastering by Extropy

369; reverse ascription ,,, the name brings about the thing

The memetic of this manifesto used as a technological egregore to repel and to banish, allows for words to transmute to sigils of protection or technologies of use against a ruling class:


Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore
and no aspect of society being at all relevant to
women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible,
thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the
government, eliminate the money system, institute
complete automation and destroy the male sex.

SCUM AQ 92 
=JUNK

https://youtu.be/TzEznwRnWIs?si=DUS3kHrITtCjiUCs

SCUM 92

Breaks And Fun Deep Within My Renois Files SOSOSOSO.,,,,,,,

excite.dance

Loud Distorted Evil Sounds Deep Within My Renoise Files 

every time you die i smile tenderly

ribbons reduced to surplus

I usually dont have acces ti deejay gear cuz i cant afford it but randomly got my grubby hands on an XDJ so i recorded this fun varied mix ;;; 
Hard House 
Fast Breaks 
Breathtaking stabs 
ALL oldies i speed up cuz im a zoomer 
I made this mix mostly to listen to it in my house when winter comes and i cant be outside as much ,,, but i hope you enjoy it ( even though its rough and i clanked real bad here there i was grooving to the soul of music 🥰❤️🖤 )

REC011 Xicago Winter 🥰 *smiles*

speaker geeker

woofer licker

Channel Zero says that nothing comes out of the black snow.

Channel Zero webcast, date uncertain:

As Milton slid into blindness he tuned into the zero channel of sub-primordial night.
———
1/3 Anti Soul Organization 
______
He/Him

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