RHYSGBIV EXTROADINARE NARCISSISM SIMULATOR
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Why jerking off isnt fun anymore.
The post-human age:
Humanity no longer exists.
The function of neurons is to make connections with other neurons. However, the vast majority of neurons exist in other people, physiologically separated, and so the consciousness
makes connections in other ways, things like culture, or the collective consciousness/collective unconsciousness. The brain naturally restructures to fit our environment and socialization,
and algorithms are designed to specifically exploit that. Your existence is physiologically connected to things which are fake, those things are your only connection to what the world
should be. Your mind is naturally rewiring itself to fit your environment and socialization. But your environment is mediated by industrialization and your socialization too.
"Humanity" is something that only emerges in the complex connections between people. Humanity is a matter of self awareness, socialization, and dynamic interaction with environment.
Isolated, detached, controlled, a person is not human.
Non-verbal and verbal language allowed us to identify with each other's experiences in a way that could be considered as reading minds.
With the arrival of virtual reality we have created a place, which is niether in our heads nor in the world.
From the invention of the printing press, through electronic media, to the internet our technologies have allowed us us to get closer and closer to each other.
Our information devices are becoming humanized.
The greatest virtual reality tool is the book. The reader creates everything; scenery, particular face, etc. . . from simple abstract symbols on a blank page. Where in other media many of these things are given. Until the computer is connected to the parts of the brain, that produce the phenomenon of reading and stimulates these regions in a likewise manner as reading, it will pale in comparison with the written word.
Soon all electronic media will seem to dissapear from society. All computers, phones, televisions, etc. . ., will be shrunken down and put into a lightwieght pair of glasses.
A quick intermission on why...
They have been making situations, as opposed to passively recognizing them in academic or other separate terms. All this time. And you thought it was done. That this was a matter of legacy, inheritance, something passed down with the rest of the past. That we were gathered here today to hear the reading of the will. Baudrillard marks the transition to social circuitries nostalgically describable as fully aliented. The arrival of integrated man. White Clown-face. Body carbon sell-by dated. Brand-building rhetoric. Egggg-laying machines in the studio walls. trading places, swapping codes, endless replications of micro-situational engineering Soft-machine buzz and slogan-contagion. Cities synthesizing inhuman desires. Psychogeography escapes the concentrational talking head-line, chattering classifications, and becomes something else. 1996. Paris in flames, Revolution has gone K-space native, become darker. No demands. No hint of strategy. No logic. No hopes. No end. Its politics on TV again. But out in the jungle it's war. Accumulated stock footage backs up speculative Euro-identity. The forseeable future is locked into perpetual rerun. All the regulators are in the media business. They think nothing's happening if it hasn't been screened first. End-of-the-line Eurotunnel vision is locked onto the rear view mirror. Paris metropolitics is a protection racket. Paranoiac Francophonia lapses into necrospective automummification as a panic bid to keep things regular: Eurocontinence. Retroactive cultural cleansing is too late - the bugs are already in the system. Dead White metaphysics keeps asking the wrong question - what does it mean? - while the machines get on with working. Linguistic integrity is a thing of the past and vernacular cybernetics signifies nothing.Recent experiments have shown mice able to breathe liquid oxygen, a premature human infant saved from certain death by breathing liquid oxygen through its underdeveloped lungs. These facts combined with reported sightings of Gillmen and Swamp Monsters in the coastal swamps of the Southeastern United States make the slave trade theory startlingly feasible.’" Drexicya are part of the "hypersitious" network described by Eshun in his recent * More Brilliant than the Sun: Adventures in Sonic Fiction*, a network that includes Sun Ra, Public Enemy, George Clinton and Underground Resistance. For Eshun, a crucial theme in the sonic "discontinuum" he describes is abduction. "The idea of alien abduction," he explains, "means that we’ve all been living in an alien-nation since the 18th century."
The next moment that you experience will be produced by the
most sophisticated piece of machinery in the known universe. The
Brain.
It is happening right now, your brain is resurrecting you
constantly. We are pulled along by these moments, and have no
choice in this affair except to experience them one after another.
Consciousness is an "ongoing process" that makes us seem to
move through time and this phenomenon drags us along with it.
There are billions of these resurrection machines functioning at
this time. There seems to be no scarcity of these kinds of devices
here on Earth.
Could we build a machine which could resurrect everyone that has ever lived? Can we create an artificial human brain? Can we learn how to extend human life? If the self is a pattern can it be duplicated. Will it be the same self? Does our particular self depend on this body, or for that matter, this time? If we gain the ability to live for 1000's of years, what will we do with all of this time? What about cryonics? How about plain old news? Why are we here, what is life and why must we die? These are the questions that have disturbed us since we were first able to ask them. What is being and what is the soul are equally problematical statements which we struggle with from youth until old age. Did we evolve from inorganic chemicles, through the evolutionary process or did a god or external entities create us, are the kinds of questions that can override common sense, when asked.
Since the origin of the human race we have been trapped alone and life has had this, seemingly insurmountable, mystery, attached to it. What would happen if we solved it and glimsped, for the first time across this barrier and learned what it was like to be inside of someone else? People will begin to communicate without speaking out loud, instead they will broadcast their thoughts to one another. Telepathy will become an everyday experience since the nerve impulses, normally sent to the muscles of the voice box, will be sent directly to the listener's brain that normally translates heard sounds.
welcome to hell buddy
Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make somebody sorry?
How often do you pretend to be sick?
You ever wanted something very much but never told anybody about it?
Are you such a slug you can't live without a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too much fuss over your cuts?
Yes, the cutting will be quite dramatic
If you get the crisscross slit right
And show an exposed piece of bone
Ready for the harvest
And in a few seconds' time:
In a drop of anal red the poison
And your totally disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body
Continues to react
Till mere days after the cutting
The cancer says well hello
In between fairground muscle twitches
And clearly white scaly shit
Tinkerboy says burnt it out
The little cunt doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.
And just weeks after the cutting
You really don't know
How well can you imagine
How soon cheap tears are forgotten
Because there's no wasted kleenex or sympathy
Nobody would give a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of your symptoms
For your Russell’s sign
And for your atrocious sleepless lucidity
Because what if they were provoked?
It's pefectness and it's all there
No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples
No more daytime trash or drunken wisdom
At first it seems not to be working
Til you get that intimation of danger
That means you can no longer convince yourself it's not working
More and more and more
So right now would be a good time for blackmail
Who have you ever tried to make guilty?
Have you ever told on anyone?
What somebody has told you not to tell?
My question: I said have you ever told on anyone?
What somebody has told you not to tell?
Yet I'll tell you:
It's helping
And I'll tell you:
You're doing the right thing
