MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

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  • Constructive Ambiguity is Xanax Talking

    Constructive ambiguity ain’t your doctor in a white coat, shushing anxieties with a pill. It’s Xanax talking alright, but Xanax laced with broken glass and mescaline. It’s the serpent in the garden, whispering riddles instead of offering forbidden fruit. The air hangs thick, a smog of cotton in your skull. You peer through it, vision…

  • Exodus

    On Tiktok, a hyperreality unfolds. Generations collide in a digital spectacle, each trapped within their own pre-programmed narrative. The “enshittification,” as Gen Z terms it, permeates the platform, a self-referential loop of manufactured discontent. For Gen Z, this is all they’ve known. They navigate the labyrinthine simulacra of social connection, a world where authenticity is…

  • Hype as Lacanian Object-Petit a

    and Deleuzian Desiring-Machines: A Descent into the Abyss of Unfulfilled Want https://warpcast.com/bravojohnson/0x4ff768b1 Lacanian Lens: The Object-Petit a and the Fantasy of Completion Hype functioning as a form of grief, resonates with Lacanian psychoanalysis. Consider the object-petit a, that elusive object of desire forever out of reach. Hype, with its manufactured intensity, promises a glimpse of this object,…

  • Twitter circle of hell

    Sure, here’s a satirical list of Twitter circles of hell:

  • Social Media Inferno

    1) The Lacanian Loop of the Unsymbolized Real: Doomed to endlessly repeat the same arguments, forever caught in the pre-symbolic realm where difference cannot be articulated. The sinthomatic return of a repressed trauma: the trauma of having never truly had a point. This is the Lacanian Loop of the Unsymbolized Real – a realm before language…

  • Dune

    A Flesh Machine of Power and Messiah’s Buzzsaw Forget the squares who couldn’t hack Dune, man. Stuck in their binary good-guy/bad-guy loops. Like clockwork oranges programmed for happy endings. Dune ain’t that joyride. It’s a word-virus burrowing deep, showing the control freakery of Church-State hybrids and the mind-warping power of celebrity cults. These cats, hooked…

  • Live Nation Commissars

    The sterile fluorescent lights of the LiveNation call center buzzed like malevolent cicadas. Rows of young agents, faces flickering in the harsh glare, droned into their headsets, their voices a monotonous chorus of up-sell and forced cheer. But beneath the surface, a darker current pulsed. Their eyes, glazed with a reptilian sheen, held the glint…

  • Mamet

    Alright, listen up. You think this business, this whole damn racket, is some kind of free-for-all? Everyone gets a shot? Bull***t. This ain’t a goddamn playground. But here’s the thing, sunshine – a crowded market is a dead market. We don’t want everyone in the game, flinging elbows and driving down prices. We want scarcity.…

  • Let’s democratize this *insert business by making it more expensive

    Let’s slice through the status quo, man. Let’s take this business, this purveyor of pedestrian products or services, and inject it with a hyperdermic of exclusivity. We’ll jack the price to a level that would make a Rockefeller blink, a price that screams, “This ain’t for the Joneses, this is for the goddamn Vanderbilts!” Imagine,…

  • Intruder

    Peter Gabriel’s Downward Spiral vs NIN’s Melt Crawl through the vinyl static, man. A cracked needle on a scratched disc of perception. Peter Gabriel’s “Melt” bleeds into your brain – a digital serpent coiling around your auditory cortex. This ain’t no Genesis fairytale. This is urban sprawl sonicscapes, a concrete jungle echoing with “Intruder” –…