to eat, not disparate from our experience. we have a material of conditions. we are a labor forced.
to divorce oneself. the artist, above. is just to eat a delusion. neolib-merit, at my feet, on capital. embarrassing.
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
a plant-based tech-meat for your red heat.
DIGITAL ARTIST
I am a performance artist. I grew up (grwm) in digital spaces. They are just spaces.
I am a performance artist, a sculptor, a poet, a pocket-sized skillset of a crafter.
I won't wax phenomenologic about paulvirilio (just to be contrarian).
donnaharaway's cyborg is a treatise on and illustration of contradiction and nuance.
--a construct meant to protect put in the hands of the sensitive defeats itself. a construct meant to protect and hold account appropriated by power defeats all dia logic. a referendum to keep me from editor-in-chief, so now I'm my own boss.
--a woke conservatism: to call out cancel culture only to cancel culture with aim at difference in a kind of genocide. a plant-based tech-meat for your red h(e)at.
The internet is a heterotopia. But, who cares. The only thing you really need to remember about foucault is that to be different is to be true, and truth is beauty. try the margins and see what fits (like my fist). The only white man, my master, I love.
iPET.
I am a performance artist.
Saturday, November 20, 2021
i want a simpler you (we dare not mention)
"right now she has freewill, but as soon as i get her to move in with me, i can control her" simlish
we are replacing you with your clone
in my heart and in my soul (it's my world of fantasy)
your (avatar) is in my heart. your (avatar) is in my soul. your (simulation) is in my heart. your (simulation) is in my soul.your (digital) is in my heart. your (digital) is in my soul.
i are not free
i gave you mine before thou didst request it. or some shit
~~~~but am not owned a higher sour~~~~
marriage still looks like ownership
even when the effects are sublimated
withstanding
--culturally reified instead of intimated--
-so
-much
-for your
-highbrow
-marxist ways
a lie is a wish the heart makes
you could just let me count. tell me those things. we will never speak.
(and i don't want to be source pain. and we don't want to feel it either)
in 3 years slowly disappears into something recognizable+missed-but-gone.
the arm moves slow across the field
with a text that follows without the rest
it built me a desk so we could write a world
--and his wonder women--put me to bed, to know that i could have with a plus one, but youre split in too many
and there's nothing holding me here.
he gets to know like property. we borrowed time.
we don't even get to know. in the know. a smile like a lie for a smile likes to hide. we only want what's best for you ourselves.
interested parties: that it's done. overdone. extra deaths
interested parties:
we will never touch again + we would rather die than be with you. or as the song goes.
let's remain good friends...for at least 3 years.
call an ex. break a weak thing. move countries after hard candy-colored approval. an apple pie. for the road "not it!"
"for ten days in January"
a little death in each. an understood, not enough.
a little death, felt in shoulders until the ten possible days are over.
a bigger death to know. is sought. was asked in absence, but for not.
we aren't the goal, we are just ease and persistence. some leftover, not the thing to seek.
we know an over and we can't even tell. some interested parties. that it's done. overdone. extra deaths
we hear too much, but without disclosure revel lie.
he gets to know like property. we borrowed time.
we are not that life
that sticks in-ribs
a necessary something to look out for, to care after, to control (without saying it)
we are a life, that alone
needs something to look out for, to care after, to control (with denial)
~any self by some other name would smell as smell, or something (my skin is sweeter than any, drag
out)
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