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The Celibate Autopsy a text informed by UnGEStaLT AEsthETics/the resonance of the irrational the misshapen the as yet unformed thought of the restless imagination/ The resurrection of the WORD as code under the illumination of the PosTHuMaN/ Kwo has been writing for an eternity finally emancipated from the Nihilist humanist contradictions inherent in the Post Modern/The Post Modern is already too late but refuses to pass into the past demanding a futurity dominated by the cynical sign of infinity/Kwo functions in the interval of the NOW which is the core of multi dimensional textual aesthetics/the deformed the dialect of the unknown which is not here and neither is it there always resisting the closure of the urgency for terminal meaning/ The NOW is time and space annexed by the Machinic/the dialect is techno not biomass/ The NOW is the ground of the exhumation of the Post Human/The shadow of an assimilative and appropriating recombinant practice of discourse as abstraction and immanent lines of escape/ The NOW with an ungrounded economy of Ungestalt is the plague of the not yet present but already absent/amplifying the codes of chemically induced synaptic flashpoints creating a dense text of unmediated word as noise /saturated with paradox rising from the subjective ruins of illogical speaking in tongues and dialects/ abusive abstinence of desire is only experienced as the unapproachable anarchy of the Skitzoid making dissonance its point of departure/the physical semantic imminent to the becoming of meaning transmit ideas which are clusters of highly suggestive signals/ certainly not an ideal of the NOW and the where lost in critical space/a leak of foreclosed human destiny stripped of corporeal images by the libidinal vortex of disorder unravelling neural /The flow and intensity of Information as a digital pulse/ You could see Kwo dimensional and suspicious at the threshold of the limit of marginality which is to be transgressed/the dispersal of the NOW as a site of meaning must be resisted/ Kwo can only transmit/ He cannot produce from the ruins of a language that does no more than animate for a brief period one segment of the pulse of innumerable possibilities and passions that course thru the NOW/precipitative negligence enhances the velocity of the cerebral/ a residual desire to encompass the molecular fragment/there is no value or absolute that is retrievable/logic and the cult of the individual are mere Spectacle of the dominant Control Apparatus /after the demise of the word as EROTIC pathology comes the cry of exstacy as delirium of cryptic defiance/Issuing from an exhausted mind obsessed with rebellion drowning in the seductive neon glare of a mythical simulacra of the conscious world called virtual reality/a fatal collusion/a deadly collision/a PREdatOR turning all that it produces into the shitmess of reified commodities/We are moving worlds/Kwo attempt to document this transition to the next evolutionary step which may not be the physical paradigm of consciousness as we imagine it to be/ Life is a soon enough forgotten affliction/We can no more think of NOW/the immediate interval/than we can think of the past as having been and the future rendering the paradox of memory almost unbearable/The weight of death lies in its inability to be misunderstood/It makes no error/and leaves us with little hope of bearing it/Desire neither consents or refuses/it is that reserve of feeling which cannot be felt without approaching the night without sleep/Suicide is always apart from thought or truth in which the self propels itself to that place forbidden to all/foreign to will and desire/Desire to write is a pointless obsessive search for absent meaning in the obscurity of the interim of intervals of thought/ The neurotransmitter manifests a resistance to being embedded in memory without the exact degree of trauma/Desire to write is a search for absent meaning in the obscurity of the intervals of having just thought/Some women unveil their bodies while retaining their mystery/There is no waking except at night during the consensual delirium/To sleep during the day is to create a volatile body of restless immobility/Sleep becomes hard to Kwo who has lost faith in everything/who no longer believes who knows the fear of men is revealed in the night at 3am when most self inflicted damage is done to the nervous system/The sinister project of philosophy looking for some idea that is infinitely stronger than mortality/But there is no salvation only the contamination of life by death/Kwo has been in this space of the interior monologue for so long he no longer believes there is an outside/Kwo amplifies the unconscious codes of his cerebral flashpoints creating a dense text of unmediated rhizomic words saturated with apparent abstractions rising from the ruins of logical objectivity and the cult of the Individual/He has written The Celibate Autopsy with a desiring mind that hopes to seek a way thru the proliferation of the un-coded Universe of the Ungestalt the irrational the anonymous interval of the NOW/
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