21st century autistic trans indiscipline [21CATI] is a cascade of corporeal transgressions sans colloquialism. The only words uttered, rather, screamed, in this collection of musical art are words “TWENTY FIRST CENTURY AUTISTIC TRANS INDISCIPLINE!”

[Denisovans at Midnight] has this to say of the title track: 

“21st Century Autistic Trans is a revolutionary line of flight. Our queer times call for a handshake with the deterritorialized. To sustain new subjectivities and transform the conditions of existence is the call of the Crimson King. Transversality, transgression, and revolution in the minor musical sense does not define itself by opposition. This transgression is seductive, mercurial, and interplays with power, but asserts creative dominion through self-affirmation. This transversality does not communicate with the Castle. The tyrannical superego, the Crimson King, is dissolved into pure indiscipline. Through the napalm fire and the rage of self-denial emerges a Body Without Organs; a metaphysical plane of immanence where affect in an infinite knot transmutes the hierarchical and finds a radical new voice that collapses into itself before assuming any coherence. To be trans is to be transgressive. To pierce the neurotypical with a line of flight and imagine the self as a multiplicity, a collection of phantasms, a simulacra that can not exist through transmigration because the Form ceases to exist before it can be expressed. The indiscipline explodes and reterritorializes the homogenous, the fascist, the fearful. A hand extending beyond the veil from within the Red Room. Shake the hand of the Crimson King and usher in the Black Queen. The 21st Century is an age of indiscipline, of revolution, and becoming. Radical transversality, repetitive motion, intense focus, withdrawal in the minor mode of subjectivity. Sensory hyperawareness, echolalia, the cosmic giggle finds its assemblage before breaking into a new line of flight. You can not call Klamm. The Crimson King can not hear. The phone rings and is answered but there is a joyful and painful scream. A new flight burns through the atmosphere and the outer limits are breached. Vanishing and reappearing in a new vehicle that has already crashed; fulfilling it's teleological fatality before even hitting the road. Fire is the new language that never cools. This is the promise of the Crimson King, the threat of the Black Queen and the transgressive indeterminacy of indiscipline.”

colourful landscapes tell a story of the synaptic connections that led to the birth of what is now [21CATI]. 

a queer mind perturbed by exponentially increasing mad times finds liberation through soma-tek expressions of electronica.
a neuro-discordant simulacrum emerging through a collection of phantasms[preposterous styles]; 
ethereal chaos in temporal fragments // iridescent cascades of perplex transmutation.

indeed there is much to say; but the echo chambers of rhetorical algorithmic bot-driven discourse has turned every hot take into a rumination trauma-tek loop of brain rot. 

It has been stated:
“what I know to be true,
Inside I got proof, 
Just gotta let it shine through”

so with this first bricemária release, the trans autistic musical artist ‘preposterous styles’ finally reveals what was beneath the [ghosted artworks] of past projects that will come to radiance in their time.

AuDHDing out

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21st century autistic trans indiscipline

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asexual nonbinary somatic shake

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a queer mind perturbed by exponentially increasing mad times; 
a neuro-discordant simulacrum // a collection of phantasms[preposterous styles]; 
ethereal chaos in temporal fragments // iridescent cascades of perplex transmutations

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