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Hypermediums
The dominant tech, that meat machine we interface with, pumps out a new identity script. Not a conscious choice, mind you, but a virus burrowing into the circuits of the desiring-machine we call “self.” This rewritten self demands a societal reshuffle, a chaotic carnival where the old order dissolves in a pool of psychic goo.…
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Fear and Loathing: Political Conventions 2024
Red Flood pulsing, Vegas lights refracted through a cracked windshield. Faces flicker on the motel TV, a kaleidoscope of rictus grins and disembodied teeth. The Republican National Convention – a Roach Motel for the American Dream. Cut-up slogans flicker across the screen: “STRONG BORDERS, STRONG DRUGS!” – cut to a montage of emaciated faces, hollow…
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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…
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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,…
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Twitter circle of hell
Sure, here’s a satirical list of Twitter circles of hell:
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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…
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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…
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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.…