Life in Amer­i­ca is very much a very dark, fall­en place. still liv­ing under the delu­sion of being the hero­ic pal­adin: a knight of pris­tine heart and dia­mond soul. it loves the lime­light, it lusts for atten­tion + affec­tion. yet it despis­es the intel­lect, the artist, the poet. it glo­ri­fies the cre­ative liar (politi­cians), the art­ful assas­sin (media), the intel­lec­tu­al thief of intel­lec­tu­al prop­er­ty (Chi­na). it assigns hero­ic alphamale sta­tus to the white man and paints non-whites as after­thoughts (but: only if they’re male). also por­trays women of col­or as being more hero­ic and aggres­sive than say Asian Amer­i­can males. yet some­how it owns and main­tains a patent on the word racism. some­how mag­i­cal­ly able to label peo­ple racist but nobody else can.

it wor­ships at the tem­ple of Jeff Bezoz and is a whore for his cheap­ly wrought goods from Chi­na. Ama­zon is Amer­i­can’s favorite whore­house. much of this anti-cul­ture stems from liv­ing life online think­ing we are liv­ing life at all. yet we’ve been con­di­tioned to think noth­ing we do is nec­es­sar­i­ly detri­men­tal. to which I say wake up from that crock of horse shit. a drunk­ard will always sing prais­es for wine, and a crack­head for that crack rock. so will emo­tion­al idol­a­tors extol the virtues of being a wastrel of time. What I’m propos­ing isn’t the nega­tion of cyber­space, it’s a renais­sance of it. con­sid­er me a sep­a­ratist in this. we need bet­ter places + spaces. screw all of these dig­i­tal pimps try­ing to turn you into their next trick.

Elon Musk’s twit­ter files revealed what we all knew to be true (or maybe just me). these psy­ops were tox­ic waste dump­sters filled with garbage con­tent. when you bathe in that men­tal­ly, emo­tion­al­ly it affects us spir­i­tu­al­ly. all of the trolls, haters, biters, wankers, doxxers, biters, cyber­bul­lies regur­gi­tat­ing tox­ic sludge ²⁴⁄₇. every piece of sup­posed news ques­tion­able. at best designed to influ­ence you about a thing, nev­er to inform. not with clar­i­ty of con­text in mind. truth was blas­phe­my on these plat­forms. I saw them as nar­cis­sis­tic pur­vey­ors of cor­rupt lies, fake news, decep­tive con­structs. noth­ing that is tru­ly sat­is­fy­ing, pure, worth­while. every­thing made to shape you into a use­less, unthink­ing zom­bie via group/​right think. even self aware­ness of this did lit­tle to free minds from these vir­tu­al pris­ons. but I must con­fess these pris­ons were util­i­tar­i­an: they did well to iso­late the dam­aged in con­tain­ment. these were max secu­ri­ty pris­ons w/​o locked doors or guards. the pris­on­ers want­ed to be impris­oned. they absolute­ly loved it. and they hat­ed any­body who did­n’t. any­body who dared to dis­agree, den­i­grate, dis­par­age them were very bad peo­ple. ene­mies wor­thy of destruction.

since the damn­ing rev­e­la­tions big tech/​legacy media tried down­play­ing (as well as intel­li­gence agen­cies) one thing stood out: we need to form new spaces. not only this but there needs to be ter­ra­farm­ers to inhab­it those spaces and cul­ti­vate them into habi­tats for human­i­ty. Mas­ta­don was as emp­ty as it was bor­ing pri­or to the twit­ter takeover. it quick­ly filled with lib­er­tard refugees need­ing to hyper­ven­ti­late and now its their echo cham­ber. not real­ly: they just think b/​c they invad­ed they own a place. truth was they nev­er owned twit­ter. it just so hap­pened that Jack Dorksy and oth­er Cal­i­for­ni­ca­tion kids ran it were mil­que­toast snowflakes. Jack was a douchebag tyrant. before I used to think it was sim­ply Mark Zucker­berg (and oth­ers like him) who ruined the inter­net cul­ture. but in real­i­ty its these most­ly Amer­i­can lib­tards that flood­ed spaces sow­ing dis­sen­sion, chaos and hate. all b/​c their stu­pid can­di­date of choice was­n’t in pow­er. these unsta­ble (unhinged) peo­ple could­n’t under­stand that they weren’t the majority.

this isn’t news or sud­den rev­e­la­tions, they’ve been around. what we need, ought, must do is stem the tide, thwart the mad­ness, and calm the storm of chaos. you can’t do this with sheer will. it has to be a con­ta­gious afflic­tion of our souls, stirred to life with the fire of alive­ness. peo­ple must want to effect change to actu­al­ly make it work. you can’t sit in the side­lines think­ing this is some­one else’s mess to clean up after. the rea­son there is a mess is because peo­ple like you were silent when they should’ve spo­ken up. its not do what you can when you can but what you must when you must.