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the tension of the closet exists in the mass telemedia age as pain of being seen at the level of signs, i.e. at the level of an environmental language that desires suffusion. Razing all life under its scopic brush fire, seeking to poll unanimity of syntax, its is a dead vocabulary

let's work to simmer away all the bonds of social meaning that don't serve a true or just language this year.. let's regress to associative word fragments that invoke a sense of deeper value chains and partitions on maps of metonymy yet to be realised

¤: *karate chops an interstice which explodes*

ok that was good but this time im gna need u to DRIFT OFF THE SPHERE AND INTO ORBIT

closing my eyes and imagining the lights are all blinking on and out in succession and under the direction of the shivers of my breast plate

THE BEST THING ABOUT SIMULTANEITY IS THE CONSPIRATORIAL ATMOSPHERE