h a b i t a r ooe noo(p u n t o)oo n e t T E X T S BITCH MUTANT MANIFESTO VNS Matrix screenflash of a millionmillion conscious machines burns brilliant users caught in the static blitz of carrier fire unseeing the download that scribbles on their burntout retinas seize in postreal epileptic bliss eat code and die Sucked in, down through a vortex of banality. You have just missed the twentieth century. You are on the brink of the millenium - which one - what does it matter? It's the cross dissolve that's captivating. The hot contagion of millenia fever fuses retro with futro, catapulting bodies with organs into technotopia . . . where code dictates pleasure and satisfies desire. Pretty pretty applets adorn my throat. I am strings
of binary. I am pure artifice. Identity explodes in multiple morphings and infiltrates the system at root. Unnameable parts of no whole short circuit the code recognition programs flipping surveillance agents into hyperdrive which spew out millions of bits of corrupt data as they seize in fits of schizophrenic panic and trip on terror. So what's the new millenium got to offer the dirty
modemless masses?
We're <>verging on the insane and the vandals
are swarming. The pleasure's in the dematerialisation. The devolution of desire. We are the malignant accident which fell into your system while you were sleeping. And when you wake we will terminate your digital delusions, hijacking your impeccable software. Your fingers probe my neural network.The tingling sensation in the tips of your fingers are my synapses responding to your touch. It's not chemistry, it's electric. Stop fingering me. Don't ever stop fingering my suppurating holes,
extending my boundary but in cipherspace there are no bounds Trying to flee the binary I enter the chromozone
which is not one entice me splice me map my ABANDONED genome as
your project SUCK MY CODE Subject X says transcendence lies at the limit of worlds, where now and now, here and elsewhere, text and membrane impact. Where truth evaporates Where nothing is certain There are no maps The limit is NO CARRIER, the sudden shock of no contact, reaching out to touch but the skin is cold... The limit is permission denied, vision doubled, and flesh necrotic. Where truth evaporates Where nothing is certain There are no maps The limit is NO CARRIER, the sudden shock of no contact, reaching out to touch but the skin is cold... The limit is permission denied, vision doubled, and flesh necrotic. Command line error Heavy eyelids fold over my pupils, like curtains of lead. Hot ice kisses my synapses with an (ec)static rush. My system is nervous, neuronsscreaming - spiralling towards the singularity. Floating in ether, my body implodes. I become the FIRE. Flame me if you dare.
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