Read posthuman text while listen to mid-november taroscope, confluence becomes prediction of personal hell we already know

They want you again. They want sex. We have lost all criticality, because this is sexy (?) : cybernetics of the subject and the subject of cybernetics begin to interpenetrate.
                                You give up on love and focus on money. We personality as informational pattern.   
                                              You haven't healed, so you want attention and that makes a mess. We are embodiment that can be destroyed, but not replicated.